"You peek at my stuff," Luo Yan's eyes turned cold.

"You can't say that either," Luo Cheng embarrassedly.

"It was just that I accidentally fell out last time. Then I'll take a look."

Luo Yan looked down on him coldly.

He was really good at scanning and saw a photo of him in the cabinet at a glance.

But since I read it, it would be useless to say it.

He took a document and continued to review it.

This is not Luo Cheng's expected reaction.

He jumped out of the sofa, ran to the opposite side of Luo Yan's table, and supported the table with his hands.

"You won't go to her?"

His face was full of gossip.

"Are you very idle?"

Luo Yanliangliang said: "There are two projects that cannot be found to be responsible for, otherwise I will propose it with my uncle?"

"Don't harm me," Luo Cheng jumped up and hid far away. "I've been saying that I'm here, do you want to see you if you don't go."

He rushed out as fast as possible.

The door slammed on.

Luo Yan stared at the closed door, his eyes gradually lost focus.

There are only 500 days left before leaving.

She, isn't it?

The door suddenly opened, and Luo Cheng poked half of his head, "I forgot to tell you that she lives in the foreign teacher's villa, and the one with the best scenery is."

Luo Yan's eyebrows and eyes sternly.

Before he could recover from his former coldness, Luo Cheng retracted his head and pulled him to the door.

The office has returned to its earlier tranquility.

But at this moment, Luo Yan felt that it was terrible.

He stood up and walked back and forth around the room.

But no matter how he paced, he could not stop his crazy thoughts.

He grabbed his coat and went out.

The secretary got up from his seat, "Si Zheng, there will be a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Delay," Luo Yan explained coldly, pressing the close button with his finger.

The indicator light jumps all the way down until it lowers a layer.

That's the garage.

The secretary knew that Luo Yan was going out.

This means that this will be opened at some point.

She took a breath, turned back to her seat, and grabbed the phone.

Meanwhile, a low-key and steady sedan slid out of the parking lot.

In the big classroom of Puton University, Lin Miao came out with the crowd holding books.

I turned the stairs and someone behind me shouted something strangely.

Lin Miao continued walking disregardlessly.

Behind her, someone held her.

Lin Miao turned his head, the man hurriedly let go and grabbed his hair in embarrassment.

"Hello, I was sitting next to you just now."

"Hello."

Lin Miao nodded politely and looked at the boy with freckles on his nose and a shy face.

It seems, it seems to be a little impression.

"Can you get to know each other?"

The boy stretched out his hand, "My name is Nick."

"Hello, Lin Miao," Lin Miao held the book in both hands and nodded slightly.

Then continue to walk down.

"Did you come with that Professor Qin?"

Nick didn't want to leave just like that, so he could only follow him without saying a word.

Lin Miao nodded.

The first day of Professor Qin's arrival, she held an open class and saw her as long as she participated in that class.

"Can I go find you?"

Seeing that he had already reached the door, Nick asked.

Lin Miao raised her eyebrows.

"I mean," Nick was confused when touching those beautiful eyes that looked like black pearls.

The mind that can easily remember all the data suddenly becomes a paste.

"I mean, I'll ask you to attend class together."

"Yes, go to class together," Nick smiled relievedly.

"No need," Lin Miao smiled, "I'm all elective courses, and it should be different from your courses, and it's difficult to be consistent in time."

She smiled politely and speeded up slightly.

Nick chased after two steps and realized Lin Miao's intentions.

He stopped dejectedly.

"Hi," the friend came from behind and smiled when he saw him with a frustration.

"Don't be discouraged, girls are always more reserved, especially this girl still comes from that mysterious country."

Nick smiled at his friend, accepting his encouragement.

In the distance, Luo Yan quietly watched him walk away and turned to the villa area.

Lin Miao never came out when she returned to the villa.

Until evening, Professor Qin came back from outside and brought supper.

After confirming that Lin Miao was taken care of, Luo Yan drove away.

It was only a while before he came back.

At this time, night had already fallen and lights were on in the villa.

There is a shadow cast on the curtains.

Luo Yan was so familiar with Lin Miao that he recognized which one was her at a glance.

He raised his head slightly, staring at the silhouettes falling on the curtains, and clearly projected what he saw during the day.

Time is like a perfect engraver, engraving her more perfectly and more touching.

He clenched his fingers hard, reminding himself that it was not the time to meet.

He must endure it, and then endure it.

On the curtains, shadows started to move.

After a moment, the curtains opened.

Luo Yan retreated quickly and hid from the nearest tree.

Lin Miao pushes the window, supports the window frame with his hands, and breathes fresh air.

Luo Yan carefully poked his head out and looked at his figure blurred by the lights greedily.

After about ten minutes, Lin Miao touched his cold arms and closed the window.

The curtains were pulled up again.

Luo Yan slowly came out from behind the tree.

Relying on the cold and rough trunk, he wrapped his arms around the trunk, and his eyes were fixed on the trunk for a moment.

It doesn't turn back until the light goes out.
To be continued...