Wen Qing returned home full of melancholy. She gently touched the familiar door. The door seemed to be connected with her soul and opened to her silently. The figure of Li Ming appeared in her sight. His hand held Wen Qing's shoulder tightly, his eyes flashed with affection and worry. He whispered softly: "Wen Qing, where did you go today? I tried countless times When I dialed your number, I could only hear the cold tone. Do you know that my heart, like the waiting dawn, is full of anxiety and uneasiness? ”
“Dawn, please remember. I am an adult." Wen Qing stepped into the room with an aloof attitude. Her voice was soft but firm, like a clear bell ringing in the silent night sky: "I have the right to choose my own path without asking you. Explain one by one."
In the back of Wen Qing walking slowly, the voice of dawn sounded again. The voice was full of warmth and care, like a bonfire burning on a cold winter night: "Wen Qing Qing, you should understand my heart. Every question I ask is out of my deep concern for you."
Wen Qing stopped, turned around slowly, and stared at Li Ming, her tone of voice. She said calmly: "I feel your concern, but at this moment, I am really tired and I need to rest." After that, she prepared to go to the room.
"Wenqing, you haven't enjoyed your dinner yet?" Dawn called softly to stop Wenqing's steps.
"Thank you, I'm tired and don't want to have dinner." Wen Qing quickened his pace and hurried into the bedroom.
Wen Qing's steps were light, as if he was escaping from something, and also seemed to be looking for something. She walked into the room lightly, staring out the window at the vast night. Her thoughts surged like a tide, and every scene of her reunion with Shijun was replayed repeatedly in her mind. At this moment, she only had one thought in her mind, which was how to subtly mend this relationship, make Shijun's heart beat for her again, and regain the deep affection of the past.
Every memory is like a precious gem, shining brightly in Wenqing’s heart. She used the thread of longing to connect these gems together and weave them into a bright necklace, hanging on her chest, always reminding her of the good times she had with Shijun.
Her eyes were like stars in the night, shining with determination. Her soul is like a soaring bird, flying towards the sky that belongs to them. Her emotions were like turbulent waves, creating waves on the shore where she reunited with Shijun.
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Dusk. The afterglow of the sunset gently shone on the earth, covering everything with a gentle golden gauze. Shijun completed his work assignment, walked into the company's underground garage, and picked up his car as usual. Just as he touched the car door lightly and was about to unlock it, there were steady footsteps behind him, followed by several burly men. One of them stepped forward and said calmly: "Are you Chairman Zhang Shijun?"
Shijun turned his body gently and cast a deep look on him.They looked at them and said calmly: "Yes, I am Zhang Shijun. What do you do for me?"
The man further elaborated: "We are not well-off at the moment, so we want to ask for help. You borrow some funds to meet your urgent needs."
Shijun said sincerely: "If you are interested, I very much welcome you to join my company. This may be the only substantial help I can provide at the moment. , Apart from this, I also feel a little powerless."
The man tilted his head slightly and cast a meaningful look at the people around him. They immediately understood and stepped forward to surround Shijun. . Although the Shijun was brave and fearless, they were ultimately outnumbered and the situation was precarious. However, there was no fear in his eyes, and instead he became more determined to fight back.
At this moment, an opponent suddenly held a long stick in his hand and swung it towards Shijun's head, intending to deliver a fatal blow. At this critical moment, Wen Qing flashed out like a gust of wind. She stood resolutely in front of Shijun and used her body to block the fierce stick for him.
"Wen Qing, why are you doing this?" Shijun hugged Wen Qing's body tightly, feeling shocked. He never expected that she would put her personal safety at risk for him. However, what he never realized was that all this was deliberately arranged by Wen Qing, just to stage a profound and affectionate drama in front of him, making him convinced of her infatuation for him.