After returning to China, Min Yixun found a job to transition.
But she happened to meet the man she had the least courage to meet, Qi Wei.
On the rainy night when they broke up two years ago, she left decisively and said harsh words: Whoever looks back or admits defeat is a dog.
Two years later, Qi Wei became her boss. He never looked up when he saw her, and never saw her in the company or in the bar.
One night in a bar, Min Yixun lost the game and was coaxed to have a drink with his male friend.
The arms of her male friend were intertwined, and the moment she raised her head to lift the cup, she saw the livid Qi Wei on the table next to her, and she felt a little guilty for no reason...
The wine party dispersed...
Min Yixun, who had just arrived home, heard the doorbell ringing. The next second she was pushed into the corner by the crazy Qi Wei. The man left a tooth mark on her shoulder fiercely, with moist eyes.
She took a breath: It's me who hurts, why are you crying?
Male protagonist's perspective:
The pharmaceutical factory under the group cooperated with foreign companies. Qi Wei came to the scene to negotiate in person. Unprepared, he saw Min Yixun in the crowd at a glance.
During the day, she was his hired translator, and she was serious.
In the evening, she drank with other men in a late-night bar, exchanging drinks.
Drunk and jealous, he chased her to the door of her house.
He buried his head in her neck and said in a hoarse voice:
"Min Yixun, I look back, I admit defeat, I am a dog."
Small theater
At a company dinner, Min Yixun lost again in a game and was forced to call the first contact he had recently called...
After the call was connected, the other party said: Hey, wife, why aren't you back yet?
Colleague:? ? ?
Min Yixun hung up in a hurry.
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Four years ago, England.
Qin Maoyuan was so drunk that he escaped through the bathroom window to avoid drinking. He missed his footing and fell from the window.
He didn't fall, but fell into a man's arms.
She looked up drowsily and saw a face that made her look a little sober. The man's eyes were slightly raised at the end, amber pupils, and the bridge of his nose was high.
Under the influence of alcohol, she cunningly stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and said with a smile: "Handsome man, will you be my boyfriend?"
He looked down at her for three seconds, his Adam's apple twitching slightly.
Afterwards, she left without saying goodbye.
Four years later.
Qin Maoyuan became the boss of a media company. He dealt with clients every day and had long forgotten the man he flirted with casually.
But as fate would have it, we met again at the police station.
He recognized her.
She didn't.
By coincidence, the man moved to live across from her.
After several entanglements, the misunderstanding deepened, and she told him: There was still no need to meet.
But the next day, Qin Maoyuan received a request from a client to communicate with a well-known painter about the filming of a documentary.
She asked for the painter's address. When she lowered her head, she saw that the address was opposite her house.
She stood at the door of his house, squeezing the contract in her hand again and again, wondering whether she should knock on the door.
Not knocking? There are dozens of people in the company waiting to eat.
Knock? She just said yesterday not to see each other again, and today she comes to visit again, where is her face!
She took a deep breath, turned around and left.
She thought to herself: If he becomes obscene, he will become obsolete. She cannot afford to lose this person.
As soon as he took a step, the door behind him opened.
The man's voice came from behind, unhurriedly: "You want to see me for something? Girlfriend?"
Intention: The kite with its string broken flew back to me again
