The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1725 What should she do

Fang Jiamei didn't speak, and walked upstairs, closed the door and walked to the balcony, but she could see the lonely figure sitting on the broken wall in the distance.

The sea and the sky are on the line, but it is the background for him.

What exactly has he experienced that can make a person reveal such deep melancholy and loneliness?
Putting her hands on the railing, Fang Jiamei admitted that she seemed to have some special feelings for this Mr. Mo, since the first time they met.

Moreover, since she met him, she had less and less nightmares at night, and she would not even think of Zi Cong if it was not a special time.

This feeling made her feel guilty for betraying Zicong.

She was at a loss, at a loss, and she didn't know what to do.

After Zicong passed away, she thought about spending a long life alone, because she felt that she might not meet a man who was so free and easy in her life, who gave her a sense of security and dreams.

But now... everything has changed.

In the past two years, she was really tired. She walked alone and didn't want anyone to take Zi Cong's place. She let herself lie in the dark, and no one ever tried to pull her out.

But now, a man who was as lonely as her appeared. He was more mature and richer than Zicong, and his personality was more restrained, which even gave her an inexplicable sense of belonging.

Sighing softly, Fang Jiamei turned and entered the room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the photo of her and Zicong on the bed cabinet beside her.

In the photo, Zicong is smiling with Sunshine, with a look of anger in his eyes, holding her with one arm, on the beach in front.

Reaching out to pick it up, Fang Jiamei caressed that face, and tears fell down.

The book says that people die three times. The first time, when your heart stops beating; the second time, when you disappear completely; the third time, when no one remembers you.

Fang Jiamei always remembered him, she didn't even go to Zicong's funeral, the anniversary of his death, so she could convince herself that Zicong was still alive, but not by her side.

He is in other places, playing the music he likes, and even thinking about her.

So, how could she give up on him?Maybe one day he will come back to her.

But as time passed day by day, there were fewer and fewer things about Zicong around her, even on the street, she would no longer see the same shadow as him, and she could no longer deceive herself.

Just when she was about to slowly accept this fact, a man like Mo Yiheng appeared.

He is rational, calm, always speaks directly to the point, always appears when she needs it most, and even...is willing to support her for the rest of her life, so that she doesn't need to get used to anything, because he will protect herself.

No matter how she avoided it, her heart couldn't help beating and throbbing just because of him.

Lying back, Fang Jiamei pasted the photo on her heart, looked at the ceiling and murmured: "Zicong...what should I do?"

If I fell in love with someone else, would you be sad?

Or, will you be happy for me?
She doesn't know, she doesn't know.

Maybe she shouldn't continue like this, and follow her heart.

She was really, a little tired.

……

She didn't sleep all night last night, Fang Jiamei didn't have much energy when she woke up, Luo Xiaoying didn't know where she went, and she didn't see anyone early in the morning.

Fang Jiamei drank a bottle of milk and was about to go to class, but as soon as she went out, she saw Mo Yiheng...

(End of this chapter)