The bereavement boss, he is crooked behind my back

Chapter 181 The furthest distance is not across the ocean but within sight
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Hongqiao Airport.

A girl was pulling a large suitcase and walking towards the exit of the channel building, while putting a simple pink peaked cap covered with the LOGO of a well-known foreign sports brand on her hair with a few strands of dull blue highlights.

Wearing an off-white mask on his cheeks, the exposed eyebrows and eyes are very plain.

However, the left eyebrow is a broken eyebrow, which is split by a shallow white arc at the two-thirds position from the inside to the outside.

There is an inconspicuous stud earring on the right ear, which is a black cross.

There is a string of amber beads around his right wrist, and there is a faint fragrance of sandalwood on his body.

It's completely different from the smell that ordinary people are used to smelling on girls.

The original pick-up hall was still very calm. Those who received people gave flowers to those who had flowers, and hugged those who did not have flowers, and then took them away.

But at the moment she appeared, enthusiastic cheers sounded from all directions, and those seemingly scattered people gathered together and waved their homemade red flags: "Welcome Bellily back home! Bellily! Bellily! Ah Beautiful star! If you want to wander, we will surf with you!"

She braked instantly, not daring to step out of the last safety fence.

After looking around at the fans holding support signs, he pushed down his peaked cap.

I muttered in my heart.

I didn't expect to return to China in such a low-key manner, and still leaked the news.

She didn't expect that none of the fans who cried and begged her to go back to China on YouTube every day didn't play tricks on her.

It's quite funny that I haven't seen so many enthusiastic fans before when my social status has risen.

But this time is good, she doesn't even bring a friend, and she doesn't know how to squeeze out at the moment when she is alone and weak.

Time passed by, and in the ever-shrinking circle of fans, she finally decided to head out with her suitcase.

But at this moment, two strong men came in from the outside and stood by her sides: "Hello Miss Bellily, we are ordered to pick you up to the parking lot at gate 3."

"At whose order?" She frowned, and the broken eyebrow on the left showed a bit of coldness that strangers should not get close to.

"The person you are most familiar with." The man added the word most, as if he was not afraid that she would not know him.

She couldn't help lowering her eyebrows, and hummed softly for a long while, but was completely covered by the fans' support.

But actions speak louder than words, because she acquiesced to the mutual protection of these two men, and walked all the way to the place they wanted to take her.

As soon as she got out of Gate 3, more similarly dressed men appeared from behind the glass door in an instant, stopping all the fans who followed her.

"Miss Bellily, this way."

When there were no more noisy voices, the man on the right raised his hand to continue leading her.

But when she saw the motionless commercial vehicle, she paused slightly.

"Miss Bellily?" The man keenly grasped and swept across her face.

"Don't worry, I already know who he is, and he will definitely pass."

The corners of her mouth under the mask slightly turned up, but the exposed eyes did not have any waves.

Calmly, in the process of walking, he took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.

"Wow—" the car door was opened, and a faint sandalwood fragrance poured out.

In the last seat, a man gently supported his forehead, closed his eyes and brows, his brows were tired, as if he had been exhausted for a long time, and this tiredness seemed to have no end, but it was boundless like endless snowfall.

His figure is beautiful, and his appearance has long passed the time of youth, and the years have only left traces of maturity on it.He is a gentleman, turbid in the world but still untainted.

"Why don't you tell me in advance when you come back." Hearing the sound, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

He didn't show anything unusual about her dress, as if he already knew it in his heart.

But the wandering eyes still described her hair in detail, with paternal concern.

In the depths, there is still a trace of emotion that I can't help but I don't know.

Her suitcase was taken away, so she sat up directly, a seat apart from the man.

"The time is not too bad. Anyway, I will come back after graduation. Besides, don't you know that too?"

He noticed her estrangement, and said without saying anything, "I thought you would travel around the world. Is there not enough money in the Visa card?"

"Enough, it's just that I don't want to play anymore. I haven't been back to China in the past two years, and I have played enough outside."

"Then do you have any plans for the future? Those fans just now are—"

"I just took the time to compose a theme song for a music movie in China a few months ago. I didn't expect that the tubing trumpet that I made music with a mask on was found out, and then..." She shrugged, feeling a little helpless .

"Then it became popular," the man smiled and shook his head. "This is an opportunity. When we meet, we meet. So, do you want to be a musician?"

"Well, but I don't want to just be a musician." She stopped talking suddenly, and just looked at him with a pair of eyes.

He quickly understood: "Amphibious entertainer?"

"Hmm." Her ending sound rose a little because she was too familiar. Even after two years of no dialogue, some emotions can flow out naturally, but they are very shallow.

"Since you have made a decision, then I have no objection. After all, the road ahead can only depend on yourself."

"Yeah." She looked down at her phone, making it impossible to see too much emotion.

The man pondered for a while, "Variety show, do you think about it? An early exposure will be more conducive to your comeback."

"Then the gimmick of this variety show will be when the mysterious tubing musician Bellily returns to China for the first time?"

He lowered his head and smiled, and the pampering taste that hadn't been seen for a long time was palpable again, and he paraphrased what she said just now: "It's not too bad."

"Then it's up to you to arrange. Are you still talking?"

He didn't understand her turning point for a while: "What else are you talking about?"

"girlfriend."

"……Um."

"Oh. That's nice."

The girl put the seat back, didn't speak any more, just closed her eyes.

The man looked at her quietly, propped up his forehead for a long time and continued to catch up on sleep.

But my heart is full of tastes.

Tossed and turned and couldn't sleep anymore.

So he opened his eyes, only to see her sleeping soundly.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and he picked it up in the next second, suppressing his throat and raising his energy so that the person on the other side would not notice his fatigue.

"The meeting will be held in 10 minutes. I'm outside right now and I won't be able to come back soon."

"Well, if they urge you, you should first arrange for the HR manager to go in and report on last year's turnover."

"What is he here for? Well, I see, I will hurry back as soon as possible..."

He was concentrating on the phone, but he didn't notice that the girl was peeping at him.

And when the phone was hung up, the commercial vehicle also stopped.

He leaned down towards her, trying to wake her up.

But the girl stretched her body and woke up by herself, ignoring his hand hanging in the air, opened the car door and jumped down.

Then he said a short goodbye and slammed the door shut.

The man was stunned for a moment, before he regained consciousness, he saw her running to the back of the car and opening the trunk through the car window, and finally pulled out the suitcase and walked towards the apartment building.

Independent and unrelenting.

Like, he's just a driver for her ride.

The driver in the front seat looked at the time in the car and said weakly: "Then..."

"Go back to the company." He breathed heavily, and his fingertips touched his heart little by little.

It turned out that being separated from her by the ocean was not the farthest distance in the world.

The farthest thing is that she is by his side, but she is no longer willing to share a little emotion with him.

Even if it is willfulness, it no longer exists.

"Is the sandalwood fragrance a bit heavier today?"

The car drove a certain distance, and the man suddenly frowned.

The driver hurriedly said: "I don't dare to smoke too much for daily use. It may be because the commercial vehicle is not often driven, so the air in the car is not very circulated, so you feel a little heavy."

"...Maybe." He thought, maybe he was hallucinating.Recently, there are really too many things.

The forehead was in a trance again, the tip of the tongue moved slightly, and a repeated word was repeatedly grinded in the meantime but there was no sound...

　Just one chapter today, take a break

　　
　
(End of this chapter)