That day, Tang Shi packed up his things and was discharged from the hospital, and happened to meet Bo Ye. Bo Ye was actually waiting here deliberately. Maybe he needed to explain to Tang Shi, but Tang Shi came along flatly and met him with indifferent words. "Borrowed."
Borrowed.
He waited hard, waiting for a loan from her.
At that moment, Bo Ye felt that her heart was broken when she had finally pieced it together and
watched Tang Shi pass by him. The distance was so short, but it seemed to be 10,000 light years apart.
He tried everything and couldn't get back to her again.
****** After
Tang Shi was out of the hospital, he almost rushed to the company while he was off work. Cong Shan still didn't come back. The studio was missing him and felt a little boring.
"Oh, I miss the days when Cong Xiaosan was there."
Little Moon lay on the table, "It's over, the handsome guy on the facade of our studio has disappeared."
"Would you like to report to the police?" Fangfang glanced at the green dinosaur. Aaron was looking at the structure of the mannequin again, and realizing Fangfang's eyes, he immediately answered, "No, no, I think Sansan is missing for a while and will always come back."
"How do you know?" Lao Wang glanced at him, "What if something happened?"
"Let’s not guess at all. Three or three has always been very stable, wait a minute." Tang Shi didn’t know whether it was comforting others or comforting herself, but she looked at herself. In the empty location next to him, remembering the first time he saw Cong Shan, he shook his head out of a large pile of draft paper, and then handed her a cup of instant coffee with sleepy eyes.
So close, as if yesterday. So far, everything disappeared.
"Without Cong Shan, our important task of designing fashion will rest on the shoulders of the goddess." Lao Wang flew over to a piece of instant coffee, "Reward you! Don't resign, instant coffee is yours!"
Tang poetry will leave too. , The studio may not be able to withstand such a big blow, right?
Tang Shi smiled and caught Lao Wang's coffee, "Chen Zunzhi!" The
studio's daily Weibo hasn't been updated for a long time. On this day, Little Moon developed a message: Missing him on the seventh day of missing three or three.
"The chief handsome guy in the love development studio has disappeared!"
"Oh my god, I'm so worried! Is something wrong?"
"Is sick? Or is the job transferred? Why not do it properly, We are all rushing to him!"
"That's right! Now CP is only left with dawn? Will she be lonely?"
"Is the boss still
short of people? University students don't need money for internships." With Cong Shan, it was like lacking an important labor force. Everyone found that only Cong Shan could complete the difficult labor at night, and when the rest of the people shared the burden together, they were also exhausted enough. They missed Cong Shan while cursing him, " Damn! When will this stinky boy come back! Don't you want us anymore!" Little Moon said a bit wronged, "Men are unkind! If you say it, you will break! If you say it, you will leave!"
"I want to mobilize my dad again like this The entertainment company has dug out the strength of the old man and dug out his address! Go to his door and block him!"
"I agree, you go quickly, block him, tie him up and take him back to the studio forcibly, and press it on the computer. In front of me, I won’t be able to eat until the work is finished.” Lao Wang turned around and said, “Fangfang, go quickly, Cong Xiaosan will rely on you if he doesn’t come back.”
“So cruel?” Fangfang cursed, “No, no, just in case. He is a gangster, so if I provoke him, I don’t want to hang up. I should wait for him to come back." In
a dark corner, the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out the phone hidden behind the mural. It hurts and opened it and glanced at it.
Many people asked him why he couldn't come to work, he couldn't reply, and his family would find out as soon as he responded.
I glanced at the official blog of the recent studio, and I saw it in the tone of Little Moon, saying that Cong Xiaosan was not coming, and the studio missed him very much.
The man smiled infrequently, pulled down, and saw a comment saying that if only dawn is alone, will he be lonely?
He kept his finger on the page for a long time, then quickly closed the page and put the phone back.
Dawn, Tang poetry, that woman.
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