More than tempted for you

Chapter 649 A Sweet Dream
Outside the door, Peng Cheng stopped the panic-stricken Emily, and a series of questions came to her: "How is it? Have you persuaded Mr. Ye to eat? Is he willing to eat? Did you ask him when he plans to leave work? He is in good spirits." How does it look like?"

Emily glared at him: "I almost never came back, Mr. Special Assistant, please forgive me, Mr. Ye is really furious this time, no one can persuade you."

Peng Cheng looked anxious: "Mr. Ye will suffer from stomach problems again if he doesn't eat anymore, and he has been working continuously for more than twelve hours now, and his body will not be able to take it anymore."

Emily glanced at him: "Then go in and persuade Mr. Ye, you dare to ask me to go in."

Special Assistant Peng Da was stimulated by Emily, and gave her a white look: "Go in and go in, I have nothing to be afraid of."

There was a knock on the door, Peng Cheng gently pushed the door open, poked his head in, and a teacup came quickly and slammed on the door with a bang, the sound of shattering echoed in the middle of the night.

Peng Cheng patted his chest and immediately closed the door, Emily glanced at him: "At least I've come to the table, Assistant Peng."

Peng Cheng shook his head and sighed: "What should I do?"

Emily is also frowning, the Ice Age belonging to Qianhuan is about to begin.

Yemo threw away the pen in his hand, leaned back slowly, and leaned his head on the back of the chair. The quiet moonlight was projected on the office floor, but it was a pity that the broken photo frame was not covered, and the photo frame fell in the dark.

Even in a dark place, he can clearly see the bright smiles of the people in the photos, laughing so hard that his head hurts, his heart hurts, and even his stomach starts to ache. There is really no place for him to feel comfortable of.

He smashed the hot coffee in hand onto the photo frame that fell on the ground, and the coffee spilled everywhere, covering her face and her smile.

He puffed on the cigarette holder, slipped his hand to the mouse accidentally, and the computer desktop was exposed, which was also her photo, but that smile was so dazzling in his eyes, all the anger he had suppressed erupted in an instant.

He slammed the computer with her desktop on the ground, the light on the computer screen went out instantly, he slumped into the chair feebly, the cigarette butt was burned out, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he murmured: "One of you Everyone left me, everyone left me, didn't they promise me not to leave? Didn't they all promise well?"

He was sitting in the dark, smoking a cigarette alone, and he was the only one left. In the lonely years, the happy days were so short, so short that people felt like a dream, a sweet dream. A dream of taste, a dream that made him taste the essence, he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to wake up at all.

His hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and his stomach had a faint cramping pain. He raised his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling. The smoke sprayed out and slowly fell on his face.

He was in so much pain, so painful that he wanted to sink into the chaotic darkness, so painful that he began to spurn himself, Yemo, Yemo, she is your natural nemesis, after all, you are the one who is sorry for her, you He deserved it.

Holding a broken heart, he walked slowly to the shattered photo frame, knelt down slowly, pushed aside the shattered glass with his fingers, picked up her photo, and wiped it with his sleeve in distress. coffee stains on it, and stick the photo to your chest.

(End of this chapter)