Hope You've Been Well [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 61 Feel sorry for me?

    God seems to know people's wishes, it's raining.

    At half past four, Zhuang Fanxin was awakened by the sound of rain, his cheeks were red and swollen, he didn't dare to look in the mirror, so he made a cup of coffee and sat down at the coffee table.

    The plan last night was to meet with Team Leader Cao after get off work, and then come back after the meeting to read through several design materials. In fact, he and Gu Zhuoyan reunited, turned down the original appointment, and leaned over to reminisce about the past with a shy face.

    People can never be sure that what happened in the future is indeed the truth.

    There is a piece of cake on the coffee table, which was given away by the hotel for free. Zhuang Fanxin knelt outside the door and was on the verge of collapse. Later, the waiter opened the door for him, gave him these things as comfort, and asked several times a night if he needed help.

    After drinking a cup of coffee, Zhuang Fanxin opened the file and began to read, let go of himself, and don't spoil others in the air, let's concentrate on work before dawn.

    There was only the sound of turning pages and typing keyboards in the room. It was rainy and there was no sun, and it was still dark until eight o'clock. After typing the last period, Zhuang Fanxin covered his mouth and yawned.

    "Hiss..." He couldn't open his mouth, and his face hurt from being touched. He beat it with all his strength yesterday, and it swelled up at that time, and small blue blood oozes on his fair skin, which is quite scary.

    Zhuang Fan looked out of the window resentfully, if it was sunny, he could wear sunglasses to cover it up, but it was going to rain. After getting up, he took a shower and changed his clothes. Unexpectedly, his colleagues saw him and left the door an hour earlier.

    On the way, Director Wang from the advertising department called, and he connected: "Hello?"

    "Director Zhuang, morning, did you sleep well last night?"

    Zhuang Fanxin didn't even know what the other person looked like, so he promised, "It's pretty good." Yes, do you have anything to do with me so early?"

    "That's right, the advertising department has a meeting this morning." The other party said, "It involves the content of the new promotion, please be sure to attend and give us some advice."

    Zhuang Fanxin Half of his face is swollen, and he doesn't want to go anywhere, besides, what is the designer doing with the decision of the advertising department? He said: "I'm just a painter, if I can give any advice, I'll make a joke out of it."

    However, the other party begged repeatedly, and his posture was extremely low, as if it was difficult for Zhuang Fanxin to proceed without showing his face. Helpless, Zhuang Fanxin had no choice but to agree, hung up, and stared out the window in boredom for the rest of the journey.

    This dry city has been soaked, and there is no dust, only the knife-like north wind is getting more and more bitter.

    Not speaking, and having nothing to do, Zhuang Fan looked at the dead trees passing by, thinking about Gu Zhuoyan, passing by the unopened shopping mall, thinking about Gu Zhuoyan. The red light turns green, sparrows fly by, and a child wearing a bright yellow raincoat wants to be Gu Zhuoyan, wants to be Gu Zhuoyan, wants to be Gu Zhuoyan.

    It's going to kill me.

    Zhuang Fanxin finally made it to the company, and entered the silhouette building tightly with his scarf. It was too early, no one of his colleagues could see him, and the security guards hadn't finished their breakfast yet.