The next time I saw Gu Liangze was in the banquet hall of the architectural design award ceremony.
The man was in a neat suit and was tall and straight. When he rubbed shoulders with her, his expression was cold, almost cold. In a trance, she was just a lonely soul wandering on the edge of the city.
Wen Xiaoyu's hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly: It turns out that they have reached this point, and they no longer even have the affection to say hello.
At that moment, Wen Xiaoyu felt that years of secret love were like the coldest wind in Siberia crossing the northern hemisphere, and the torrential rain rushing across the night sky. However, the wind passed by without a trace, and the water passed by silently, but the city wall she built high fell apart at that moment.
Well, I can finally let it go completely.
But half a month later, Wen Xiaoyu received an order and came to the agreed location.
The man got into her car with ease.
Looking at Gu Liangze in the passenger seat, Wen Xiaoyu said, "Don't you have a car?"
Gu Liangze slowly raised his eyes and said in a casual tone: "If you have a car, you can't call it Didi?"
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(Screenshot taken on 2022.4.8)
Purpose: pay tribute to thousands of craftsmen.
