Mr. Gu, Madam is on the hot search again.

Chapter 108 Unspoken
The conference room of Langyue Entertainment.

It was almost seven o'clock, and everyone in the company looked a little bleak, but they still cheered up and were immersed in taking notes on the computer that emitted a pale light in front of them.

Gu Yuan left because of something. In recent days, Lin Hetao was the one taking the lead most of the time. This meeting also ended after he assigned follow-up tasks.

Employees left one after another, and Lin Hetao was the last one. He turned off the lights in the conference room. Fatigue suddenly swept through his body. He vaguely caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door of his office.

"When did you come back?"

Fang Zishu's short hair has grown longer, but she has been busy with work and has not trimmed it. This time, she tied a small bun low on the back of her head with a rubber band, revealing her smooth and white face, which was buried in a coat with a stand-up collar, making her look even more elegant. She was petite, and from a distance, Lin Hetao was a little afraid to recognize her. It wasn't until she got closer and smelled the scent of jasmine that was unique to her, that she finally became a little happy and certain.

"Yesterday." After standing for a while, Fang Zishu moved his sore ankle and invited the man who looked down at him not knowing what he was thinking, "Want to go to dinner? I'll invite you."

On the first day after the short vacation, the evening rush hour made the word "busy traffic" concrete. The excitement after the festival was still lingering, and even the working day could not kill the enthusiasm. Everywhere you looked, there were lights, wine, green and weird lights.

The car circled the bustling business district of Beijing City. Neither of them had any intention of stopping. They just crawled forward slowly following the traffic flow.

The two chatted together, and the awkwardness they felt when they first got along had disappeared. Fang Zishu didn't notice that Lin Hetao would always bring up a new topic after a long silence, sometimes about her work, sometimes about her work. Regarding a certain song she had shared in her circle of friends, the two of them spent a long time chatting about it without even realizing it.

"Hey, this road turns into my alma mater." Fang Zishu pointed at an intersection diagonally ahead. Lin Hetao didn't want to change lanes, and turned the car into a long alley that was neither wide nor narrow.

"Since you're treating me to a treat, let's go to your territory." Lin Hetao felt a little hot when the girl in the passenger seat stared at him in surprise, but he still curled his lips and explained in a serious manner.

No. [-] Middle School is a pretty good public high school in Beijing. Because it was founded a long time ago, it has never been moved. The huge high school campus is hidden in an alley. When Fang Zishu and Chi Yu were studying in the past, the traffic problem here was really worrying. The nearby residents are also unbearable, and the only ones who are satisfied are probably the greedy students like Fang Zishu. She has tasted almost all the delicacies in the small houses in this alley.

After getting out of the car, the aroma of deep-fried oil hit his face. It was an unforgettable smell no matter how many high-end delicacies Fang Zishu ate after making money.

"During the holidays, I always brought Chi Yu here to eat the fried cakes. The oil was so rich that it soaked through two layers of oil paper, but the smell was so overwhelming that I couldn't walk. Chi Yu also said that it was because it was a ditch. The oil is so fragrant, how can she know how to eat it like me?"

Fang Zishu introduced as she walked. In the busy city, she raised her voice a bit. It was crisp and pleasant to the ears. She made Lin Hetao laugh with just a few words. He followed her to see how she was doing everything with ease. It seemed like it was her first time here too. Get into it quickly.

Naturally, there were two of those enchanting fried cakes. Fang Zishu, squeezed in the crowd, turned around and asked Lin Hetao what fillings he was eating. He pointed at her and replied with a louder voice, just like you.

There is a young couple nearby who also divides the work and cooperates in the same way. The wife takes the lead to buy, while the husband waits silently behind with fruits and vegetables and snacks.

Lin Hetao began to look forward to the smell that made Fang Zishu dream about, and took off the shell of his identity as corporate VP. At this moment, he desperately hoped that time would be suspended, or that this link would be integrated into every day's ordinary life, and become a part of the silent film. The only frame in color.

Naturally taking the pouch in his hand, Lin Hetao was led by Fang Zishu into a Yangchun noodle shop and found a table in the back. Fang Zishu quickly took out a tissue and wiped the table of their seats before gesturing for people to sit down. Down. "Just walk a few steps further and you'll reach the school entrance. It used to be hard to find a place here. Fortunately, the students haven't finished class yet!"

After a table full of food, Fang Zishu still felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that the guy selling Taiwanese rice balls from the cart didn't come out, otherwise I would definitely let you try it!"

"Maybe you have to take a boat from Taiwan." Lin Hetao watched Fang Zishu carefully pick out a few chopped green onions as the hot mist hit his face. He replied unconsciously, causing the girl's movements to freeze, and then she raised her head to look at him.

"Is this a cold joke prepared by the senior?"

Watching Lin Hetao lose his temper was a matter of great joy. The superior boss would also blush and stuff his food without saying a word. This contrast was so cute.

Fang Zishu kept talking and talked about a lot of things in high school. Whether it was in school or in the alley, when he mentioned himself, Chi Yu was always mentioned.

The fried cake has cooled down a bit, but the temperature of the hawthorn filling is just right. After one bite, it is crispy and soft, hiding the master's many years of craftsmanship. It also activates Lin Hetao's various associations with the past described in Fang Zishu's mouth.

"Have you and Miss Chi been so close since high school?"

Fang Zishu paused while stretching the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, recalling the hard years of studying hard while hiding the edges. It was indeed made up of endless test papers and bits and pieces of friendship with Chi Yu.

"Well, it's almost the same as the relationship between you and Mr. Gu!"

Falling in love and killing each other, speaking out and being honest, that's probably it.

The past that she could not participate in was alive in her wonderful description, and the food on the table was destroyed unconsciously. Lin Hetao looked at those smart black eyes, and it seemed that nothing could be hidden before this.

"By the way, I will go back to City C for a while in a few days. If you need anything, you can call me."

It can be said that the gate of No. [-] Middle School is heavily guarded, and the thought of revisiting the old place is eliminated. Fang Zishu took Lin Hetao and retreated to the bookstore street behind the school. It was much quieter here. Lin Hetao looked at the two trees under the street lights. People's shadows may be longer or shorter, Leng Buding said.

"Well... I also want to go back to my parents' place to celebrate the New Year, so I probably won't have anything to do."

The pairs of shadows on the ground intertwined, looking extremely intimate. I don't know who deliberately slowed down the pace, and the alley became endless and long.

"You can fight if you don't have anything to do." His voice deepened, and he didn't want to destroy the tacit understanding at this moment.

(End of this chapter)