His body froze slightly, looked down at the woman in his arms. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin was fair, and her eyes closed looked very much like her.

Guo Ziming didn't know what was wrong with him, and couldn't help but put his hand on her face and gently stroked her face.

Song Yan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Guo Ziming's neck and pressed him.

The two of them pressed their lips tightly together.

At that moment, Guo Ziming felt heavy.

He quickly pushed Song Yan away, closed the door, called Song Lianshan, and asked him to come and help him drive.

He sent Song Yan back to her in-laws' house and then back to his villa.

I really got drunk tonight. I was lying on the bed like Song Yan. He thought he could recover by just a sleep.

In the next few days, Guo Ziming did not go to find Song Yan. He had something to do and he wanted to participate in the food festival in City A.

On this day, he met Song Yan again.

But Song Yan walked past him and no longer knew the people he had back then.

He appeared for her, and he left naturally took away all the memories between them. Ye Jue, Song Yan, and those around him never remembered that Guo Ziming had dominated an important position in their lives, but Guo Ziming was not sorry.

She got the happiness she wanted.

He looked at her quietly. Whenever she stopped, she would always make some food into the plate in her hand and taste it slowly.

Is Song Yan like Song Yan or Song Yan like her?

When he saw her again, Guo Ziming realized that many of Song Yan's actions were the same as hers.

He turned his face away, lowered his head and took a sip of red wine, and looked up at Song Yan's direction, and found that she was no longer there, but a figure was walking slowly on the long food table.

She was wearing a red dress, with her head high, holding a plate in her hand, and choosing food that suits her taste at the front of the food table.

Guo Ziming was slightly stunned for a moment, and did not immediately walk over to say hello to Song Yan.

He stared at her intently, watching her walk through all the food tables, but found that she had nothing to eat, just put the food on the plate, then changed another plate and continued walking.

What does she want to do?

She changed to the third one, and Guo Ziming finally walked towards her unbearable. He picked up her first dish from the counter and walked slowly behind her: "Are you going to pack all these back?"

Song Yan suddenly turned around.

When she saw that the man behind was Guo Ziming, Song Yan showed a bright smile on her face: "No, I'm going to get it for you to taste."

"You know I'm coming?"

"As soon as I came in, I saw you, staring at a woman, and didn't eat anything but drink red wine. Are you hungry? This is what I made for you." Song Yan pointed to the two plates in front of him: "This is for you, this is for me."

Guo Ziming's lips trembled: "Song Yan, I'm here... why do you really like to follow me?"

Song Yan laughed a few times: "I didn't pay attention to you, I just accidentally saw you and stared at Miss Song like a wolves. You know her."

"She is my competitor."

"I'm lying to me, if you are abroad, she is at home, how could she become your competitor?"

"..." Guo Ziming lowered his head and picked up the food plate, eating the food on the plate.

Before Song Yan left, Guo Ziming took a step back, and she took another step forward. Guo Ziming looked at her uneasy: "Keep a distance."

"Boss..." Song Yan suddenly called him, then glanced behind him, and then said, "That woman is also staring at you, and she has been watching for a long time."

Guo Ziming suddenly turned around and looked behind him, only seeing a group of people behind him talking and laughing, but not behind Song Yan.

He looked back and forth in the crowd for a long time, and when he was sure she was not there, he realized that he might have been deceived by Song Yan.

"You lied to me."

Song Yan chuckled: "Look at what you are nervous, your dream lover."

After saying that, she put the pastry on her plate with a fork, but at this moment, Guo Ziming grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard in front of him, looking at her with a cold look: "Don't use her to joke with me in the future."

With a cold warning, Guo Ziming let go of her hand and turned away.

Song Yan stood there, staring at him with a depressed look on his face.

What a chaotic old man.

...

Guo Ziming stayed in the country for another half a month, and he seemed to have no intention of going abroad.

Song Yan couldn't hold back any longer and hurried to his villa.

She stood outside the door for a full ten minutes before Guo Ziming opened the door for her.

She walked into the villa and said, "I thought you were going to ignore me all the time."

Guo Ziming had no expression on his face, and he made several coughs from time to time.

Song Yan asked, "You are sick."

"Burn for four days."

"Have you gone to the hospital?"

"I took the medicine." Guo Ziming returned to Sha, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV.

Song Yan glanced back and saw that although it was just one glance, she saw Song Yan's interview on the TV screen.

This woman seems to be really important in his heart.

"I'm sorry." She felt that this apology was necessary.

Guo Ziming didn't say anything, held the medicine in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Yan said: "Why don't you go to the hospital when you are sick?"

"I'm fine, why are you here?"

"Look at you."

"I'm afraid that your job will not be guaranteed." Guo Ziming glanced at her, then leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his stomach, closed his eyes and said, "I haven't been so revenge yet. I haven't eaten for two days. Make me a bowl of porridge, thank you."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything, so he got up and went to find his kitchen.

An hour later, Song Yan came back.

"Your home has too many things, it's really hard to find. Are you planning to stay here for a long time?" When she opened the refrigerator and saw the ingredients inside, she was surprised. She could compete with Shang.

She put the porridge in front of him.

Guo Ziming took a look, then reached out and picked up the spoon and started eating.

He didn't sound much when eating, and didn't like to talk while eating. Song Yan sat beside him and watched him drink porridge, and didn't dare to ask if he was salty or light, but his expression should be in line with his taste: "Tomorrow's plane, we'll go back together tomorrow."

"good."

...

The next day, the two of them took a plane at 3 pm and returned to work point.

In the days that followed, everyone was working together. Half a year passed, and the tacit understanding between the two became higher.

Sometimes, just one look is needed, and each other knows what each other needs.

For Guo Ziming, he has a good work partner, and she is a competent assistant.

The more familiar she became, the more she became. There were many similarities between her and her, but he was very rational and always distinguished her from Song Yan very clearly.

One day, Guo Ziming held a birthday party and invited the store staff to attend.

This was the second time that Song Yan drank in front of Guo Ziming. She imitated him holding red wine in his hand, making friends around him, and making delicious food.

Guo Ziming is very busy, busy receiving and dismantling gifts.

Song Yan stood alone in the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the people coming and going to flatter him.

Before I knew it, I thought of my husband.

She used to be two people too.

She drank the red wine in her hand, and then poured a large glass of wine by herself, and the red wine almost overflowed from the wine glass.

She quickly lowered her head and took a sip, and then she heard a "hehe" laughter coming from beside her. She quickly looked up and saw Guo Ziming standing next to the food table, holding red wine in her hand and looking at her embarrassed look.

Song Yan's little face was already red, but now that he looked at her embarrassing attitude, her cheeks became even redder.

Guo Ziming came over, held her hand and poured the full wine in her glass into his red wine glass: "People who can't drink can act as alcoholics here."

"Accidentally." Song Yan said.

Guo Ziming said: "Where is my gift?"

"What?" Song Yan raised his hand and touched his ears: "Put it in the car, I forgot to take it out."

"Go and get it for me."

Song Yan said "um" and lowered his head. He poured the wine from the red wine glass into his mouth in one breath. The red wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Guo Ziming was stunned for a moment, stared at Song Yan's mouth of red wine, and laughed out loud: "You can come back and drink it again."
To be continued...