Weng Nanxi looked at Han Jue for a long time and suddenly smiled.

"I don't believe it. You have been hiding from me and not seeing me. What are you afraid of? You must have feelings for me, I know," Weng Nanxi spoke quickly, as if she wanted to hold something in the end. She stared at Han Jue's eyes tightly, wanting to see what she hoped, "Otherwise you wouldn't stay here, right?"

However, she saw nothing in Han Jue's eyes. Love, desire, revenge,... nothing was there.

Han Jue frowned, took off his hat, tidied up his hair on his forehead, and put the hat back on his face, staring at Weng Nanxi with a look that seemed to be dazzling:

"I said, are you wrong? I stayed here just because I want to see what else you can say. I really want to leave and no one can stop me. Don't be too self-righteous. The relationship between us depends on me, not you. Now I will make it clear. We will not have any relationship in the future. Treat each other as passers-by. Don't try to contact me again."

Weng Nanxi looked at Han Jue and was a little unbelievable. How could a person who loved her to death make such a big change?

She couldn't speak for a long time.

Weng Nanxi closed her eyes and exhaled tremblingly: "Why are we like this?"

"Go and ask God, maybe you can make him laugh."

Han Jue shook his head and stood up.

"We'll leave and never see each other again."

After saying that, before Weng Nanxi could reply, Han Jue put on his sunglasses, pushed open the door, and walked out of the cafe.

Han Jue stood outside the door, facing the cold in the air, his expression seemed to wake up from a noon, stretched his waist happily, and let out a long breath. Then he shook his shoulders, and walked gently towards the distance as if he had taken something off.

The crisp sound of bells at the door echoed in the quiet cafe, as if reminding the end of the conversation.

[This should be considered the end, right?] Han Jue took a deep breath of air conditioning, refreshing his heart.

He shrank his shoulders and walked in the sun, feeling that every step was easier than the previous one.

Somehow, when he received the cards, roses and cakes in the restaurant, he felt panic in front of the silly girl. He subconsciously didn't want the silly girl to know about him and Weng Nanxi. But now he has finally solved the historical problems left over from his predecessor.

"Even if there is no way, there must be an explanation~ Even if there is no pigeon, there must be a crow~ Yesterday was better than tomorrow, it was because I sang it wrong~" Han Jue hummed a small song and walked forward. As he walked, he saw Guan Yi waiting under the building [1900].

This was what Han Jue sent a message to Guan Yi before entering the cafe.

Han Jue walked over and asked, "How is the conversation?"

"The other party refused to give in. I asked them to finish watching this episode of "i am a singer" tonight, and then talk again." Guan Yi said. His tone was as reassuring as ever.

When Han Jue went to have dinner with Zhang Yiman, Guan Yi went to help Han Jue talk about endorsement. However, the negotiation didn't seem to go smoothly. The other party wanted to lower the price, but Guan Yi was not panicked. The more time delayed, the more beneficial it was for them. There would definitely be more descendants tonight, so that Guan Yi and the others could wait for the price to sell.

Although Guan Yi didn't know where Han Jue's upper limit was, he knew the lower limit. This is the benefit of having an artist with both strength and appearance. Without any connections, his artists are strong, so he will be confident when he is an agent in business.

"You speak English well, you didn't say it was standard before." Han Jue expressed surprise that Guan Yi could say "i am a singer" correctly.

Guan Yi always teaches himself with an English book after work. This learning spirit makes Han Jue embarrassed, but Han Jue thinks that he is a creative worker, and every bit of life may be material in the future, so there is no need to compare it. So Han Jue watched cartoons with peace of mind and laughed. The laughter made Guan Yi unable to study hard, which was very annoying.

"It's been progressing, after all, I've been learning." Guan Yi shrugged as he learned the habits of local Americans.

"Then there must be improvement in singing." Han Jue turned his head and asked.

"..." Guan Yi's calm face suddenly seemed to be facing a great enemy, and even his pace accelerated a little. "Anyway, that account is from the studio, so let Xiao Zhou come to sing. He is a trainee at least."

"Yes!" Han Jue suddenly glared at his eyes.

Guan Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief from the side.

"Xiao Zhou said you should remember to call him when recording songs, but I almost forgot about him!" Han Jue said that and called Xiao Zhou.

Guan Yi staggered and actually remembered this. Guan Yi said, "No, don't, don't call him... If someone watches the song when I record it, I will perform abnormally."

"Professional." Han Jue gave a thumbs up.

Guan Yi had no expression on his face and continued walking forward.

"By the way, what did you do after dinner?" Guan Yi said curiously.

Han Jue pondered for a while and said, "Weng Nanxi."

Guan Yi nodded, looked at Han Jue's expression, and did not ask much. Regarding Weng Nanxi, Han Jue mentioned Guan Yi a few words, saying that they were once lovers, but they had not been there for a long time.

What is redundant? The cotton jacket in summer, the palm fan in winter, and your attentiveness when my heart is cold.

The two stood quietly at the street entrance, basking in the sun, waiting for Xiao Zhou to drive to pick them up. The two of them worked hard in a foreign country, helped each other, and trusted each other. No matter what would happen in the future, they were satisfied with each other at this time.

Guan Yi suddenly said: "When I looked at Weite just now, I saw something interesting. Look."

Then Guan Yi took out his cell phone from his pocket, stroked it a few times, and handed it to Han Jue.

Han Jue looked carefully and smiled.

Guan Yi showed Han Jue a little special, from Zhang Yiman.

[Teacher Zhang]: [A friend of mine said she didn't know what gift to buy for her boyfriend during the Spring Festival, so I asked me to ask everyone. Please help me with some advice and help me, this friend (silly smile) (silly smile) (silly smile)]

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It was not until the tenth article later that the real suggestion was to give scarves, game consoles, toys, women's clothing, etc.

Weng Nanxi did not explain whether it was a cafe or a US is not necessary, but Weng Yao knew that what her cousin said [here] refers to America. They are going back to China.

Weng Nanxi was clattering on the floral floor in high heels.

Weng Yao thought of the first pair of high heels his cousin gave her.

"Sister, do you like high heels very much? I think you only wear high heels." Weng Yao said at that time, "It is said that wearing high heels will feel uncomfortable. How can you bear it for so long?"

Weng Nanxi only said one sentence: "Only by standing on high heels can I see the real world. What makes my feet uncomfortable is not the height of the shoes, but the desire."
Chapter completed!