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Chapter 200 Sang Baiyue (7)

Under the wisteria blown by the summer wind, Bingbulin spoke slowly in a nostalgic voice.

After a difficult struggle with her husband, she obtained custody of the child at the cost of leaving the house.The child was fostered in her hometown in Shandong. She moved from BJ to Anting and joined SAIC.

When she was at her most confused, vulnerable, and exhausted, and had to try her best to pretend every day, she met office love.

Office romance is a taboo in the workplace, how could she not know?It's just that her divorced status made her trapped in a high and cold place with thin oxygen. At that time, her heartbeat was like a steady stream of oxygen, which could relieve her sense of suspension.

The man has a gentle temperament, likes to half-close his eyes and smile lazily.During the meeting, he will occasionally help her drag the chair; when taking the elevator, he will deliberately leave enough space for her; when discussing problems, he will listen carefully to her thoughts.Compared with other male colleagues who always try to overwhelm her with gender, he seems very friendly.

Besides, among many male colleagues, he is straight and handsome, and has the best clothes.

Sang Baiyue blinked her eyes, Bingbulin's description reminded her of Chen Junhe.Chen Junhe is such a brilliant existence.However, being considerate and polite is just Chen Junhe's coat, she can't see clearly and has never touched his core.Xixi is the one who walked into the core of his life.

Wisteria flowers are falling in pieces.

One or two of them fell on Bingbulin's hair.Sang Baiyue raised her hand to help her twist it off.

Bingbulin said that the relationship started from a late return.When she finished her work, she looked up and found that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.Pushing open the door of the office, it was dark outside, only the floor lamp was shining faintly.

People are very sensitive to hearing in the dark.

There was the rustle of tiptoeing in the distance.Her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Bloody scenes such as massacres in the office immediately flooded into his brain, and he was breathing stagnantly. He came from behind, deliberately aggravating the sound of his footsteps.He called her name and walked up to her alertly.At that moment, there was enough of his breath in the air, and the figure of him staring at the front made her feel inexplicably at ease.

The rustling sounds approached, and it turned out to be security guards on patrol.Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

After the security guard left, Darkness was no longer afraid, but a different kind of romance.

The two walked slowly, and the topic spread unconsciously.Downstairs, I have already talked about the new cute pony on the star horse farm; before the car, I have already talked about the toughness and luster of the new technology aluminum.Standing in the vast night with the spring breeze blowing on her face, Bingbulin felt the long-lost throbbing.Her dangling heart ushered in life and began to beat.

later?

Later, the two tacitly shared their hearts, and had a sweet interaction in tacit understanding every day without alarming their colleagues.Once, she sprained her ankle.He helped her upstairs.The weight of her half body leaned on him, his breath wrapped her around her, his big hands supported her, and the scalding heat came.She suddenly wanted to cry.

"Crying happily?" Sang Baiyue asked back.

Bingbulin lowered her eyes quickly, and nodded hesitantly.

In fact, what she really wanted to express was to shake her head.

Not a happy cry, but a sad cry.She cried that they were obviously moved, but they were restrained and could not embrace each other calmly.He dared to come to her side only by spraining his ankle.

He sent her to the door of the house, and she suddenly turned around, leaning her back against the door, and boldly wrapped her arms around his neck.It wasn't embarrassment that prompted her to close her eyes, but enthusiasm.

Shortness of breath.Like an endangered patient.

Breathing tangled.Can't wait to melt myself.

At that moment, go fucking rational, she just wanted to go crazy for a while regardless of the consequences.

However, she, who was so enthusiastic, did not wait for a response from him.

He propped his hands on the door, refusing to get any closer.He broke free from her rhythmic breathing, touched her face with his hand, and turned to leave.

After he left, she almost bit her lip to avoid crying.

For a long time, her compulsory course in bed was to ask herself: Does he love her or not?Did he coldly refuse to respond to her because he didn't love her, or was it because he loved her so much that he didn't want to drag her into the water knowing it would be fruitless?

The answer blows in the wind.

Forgive her for not being able to catch it.

The love affair did not turn over and be interrupted because of a lack of response.

She was unwilling.Ask yourself to be more elegant, work harder, be more professional, and be more excellent.She wanted to attract his attention, to gain his approval, to conquer him with excellence.

The sweet interaction of walking on thin ice still exists, and the forbidden love in the office makes daily work full of charm.

She no longer took the initiative to probe, and he did not run away as expected.

Together, they experience some amazing moments that only they know about.

"What's the matter?" Sang Baiyue asked.

Bingbulin's mind flashed the scene where the hooligans pulled out their sticks and beat Jin Yaming, and he suddenly opened the car door and locked her in the car; I have seen the crowd stride towards her resolutely.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Sang Baiyue asked.

Bingbulin's reminiscence was interrupted, she smiled at Sang Baiyue: "The project almost went wrong, he stayed up all night, tried his best to turn the tide, and finally revived a dying project."

Sang Baiyue couldn't help nodding, thinking that it was the romance of engineering people.

He has family values, has a sense of responsibility, is upright and gentle, and is her ideal type.She once wanted to abandon love and simply find a stepfather for her child.It was he who ignited her new expectation of life and gave her a thriving expectation.

"Is he not your later husband, Lao Han?" Sang Baiyue asked in an almost certain tone.

Bingbulin sighed and shook her head.

"Why didn't you get together in the end? Could it be that he is a man with a family?"

Bingbulin hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head: "His parents cannot accept my second marriage, nor can they accept that I have a son."

Sang Baiyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She had a twitch just now, and almost thought that Bingbulin's office lover was Lu Zhenzhong.

Fortunately, Bingbulin personally denied that the other party was not a family member.

Bingbulin's melancholy eyes lingered on Sang Baiyue's face, and she repeated: "He is good at everything, but he is too traditional."

Yes, too traditional, carrying too many traditional concepts, even if there are no others, you always restrain yourself.

Sang Baiyue fanned the wind with her hands.

For some reason, Bingbulin's story made her feel uncomfortable.Maybe the two didn't get together, maybe she knew Bingbulin's current lover, maybe the more she knew, the more she had to hide from the sisters in the 48-hour exchange group.

There was the scream of a child.

Sang Baiyue and Bingbulin got up at the same time and rushed to the children's play area in the central garden.

Xiao Zhenqi and Xiao Shitou are doing well, squatting in a corner of the play area to dig sand.

Sang Baiyue and Bingbulin relaxed and smiled at each other.

Sang Baiyue was thinking about it, and when she got home at night, she would ask Lu Zhenzhong what the name of Bingbulin's secret lover in the office was.Bingbulin declined to reveal his name.

(End of this chapter)