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"Shui Er, Shui Er, why? I'm so good to you, why did you betray me? " Gu Shao Yu frowned and muttered to himself, then he smashed his fist heavily onto the sofa. Gu Shao Yu took a deep breath, his eyes were brimming with vigor, as if the Gu Shao Yu from before had returned.

Ding ding ding ding. I was jolted awake by the alarm clock. Gu Shaoyu's words, "Why did you betray me?" He still lingered in my ears for a long time. It was only then that I realized that I had dreamed of Gu Shaoyu, who was far away in C City. He seemed much thinner than before. Moreover, from Gu Shaoyu's gaze, I could see his longing for me. If it wasn't my imagination. The next morning, I woke up. When I opened the curtains and saw the warm summer sun outside, I breathed in the fresh air and the unique smell, and felt a kind of whole-hearted pleasure.

I looked at the time of receipt. Yesterday! Fortunately, I have a habit of waking up early in the morning. Otherwise, this message would have no use to me at all! I laughed self-deprecatingly. My good mood for the day was ruined by the work that I had suddenly recalled.

"Good morning." Zhang Zheng greeted me.

"Good morning. Why are you up so early?" I asked doubtfully. Wasn't Zhang Zheng a university professor? As far as I know, even university professors don't need to work so hard! As I was changing into my medium heels and sandals, I was about to take the bus to work right away. Thus, I didn't invite Zhang Zheng to come sit with me inside the house.

"I'm here to send you to work!" Zhang Zheng said, as if it was natural. I am a little shocked, did Zhang Zheng say the wrong thing? He came to see me off to work? Furthermore, from his tone, it sounded as though he was saying it along the way.

"You came specially to send me off?" I squinted at him. If my guess is correct, then I do know why Zhang Zheng sent me to work. However, I do not know how to face his thoughts. Because I can't say no directly, and that would be too hurtful. However, such roundabout tactics were still not a good idea.

"I'm free anyway." Zhang Zheng said. This didn't suit his bearing as a university professor at all. Why did he seem more like a spoiled child?

"Okay, thank you. I'll treat you to breakfast." I don't want to owe Zhang Zheng anything for nothing. Furthermore, Zhang Zheng is so smart, he must be able to understand what I mean.