Will that man be the one she loves?
In the end, he didn't ask.
Now he doesn't have that qualification. Maybe in the future, if he can succeed, he will have the qualification to stand in front of her again...
Guo Xinli drives away, while Ling still returns to the rental room step by step, only when she hasn't opened the door, she sees the light in the room.
Before she went out, she had turned off the light, didn't she...
Ling was still in awe. She immediately opened the door, and what she saw was the light in the room and Yi Jinli sitting on the chair.
"You -" she went into the room. "So late, what are you doing here?"
"I should ask elder sister you are right. Today you should not work overtime or be on duty. Why did you come back so late?" He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.
"A colleague of the company resigned. Everyone went out to have a meal and sent him away." Ling still said.
"Which colleague?" He asked.
After a little hesitation, she said, "Guo Xinli." Anyway, even if she doesn't say it, he can find out.
He raised his eyebrows. "He didn't send you back today."
Ling still didn't say a word, but her expression was the default.
"Sister, do you care about him? If you don't care, will he send you back again and again? " He stood up and approached her step by step.
She met his eyes, "he is just an ordinary colleague for me, and from now on, he is not even a colleague. Believe it or not, that's all I can say."
His steps stopped in front of her, black eyes looked at her, as if examining the truth of her words.
In his eyes, she unconsciously held her breath. His eyes, as if with a sense of oppression, even the palms are not aware of the exudation of cold sweat.
She knew that she could not show concern for Guo Xinli. If she cared about Guo Xinli, it would be unfavorable for Guo Xinli.
The more you don't care about Guo Xinli, the better.
All of a sudden, he smiled and the oppression in his eyes suddenly disappeared.
"Sister, are you nervous?" He said, gently pulled up her hand, slightly holding her fingers in the shape of a fist, and gently pulled away, "the palms are sweaty."
"It's hard to be nervous if you just stare at me like this." She said, taking back her hand and putting her bag aside, she said to him, "it's late. I want to sleep."
In other words, if he has something to say, he can quickly say, if he has nothing to say, he can leave.
"Then you will sleep well." He said.
"And you?"
"I'll stay."
Ling is still scared. "You stay?!" Even the voice is out of tune.