Peach Blossom Eyes glanced at her with a smile that was not a smile, and a gloomy emotion flashed in his eyes. Leng Yunlin didn't say any more, but turned around and opened the door to enter.

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   For the next whole day, Leng Yunlin had no time to talk to her.

  At first, she thought that this guy would touch her as soon as he came up like yesterday, and execute the Fa on the spot.

   Unexpectedly, yesterday was just a trick deliberately used to test her reaction.

  Leng Yunlin is not an impatient and hungry ghost. On the contrary, when he is working, he really doesn't like to be disturbed by others, even the secretaries he handpicked to serve him.

  From this point of view, his indifference is only because they are not the ones he loves. He has a clear distinction between what he likes and what he doesn't like. Things that confuse others, about how to measure the importance of things, for him, are as easy as putting a few weights on the balance.

   Of course, during this day, she was not idle. Although there was no need to "serve" him, the Leng Group was busy with affairs. As a secretary, she answered calls, handed over tasks, arranged customers, cleaned the room, prepared his coffee and drinking water, and handled documents. . . . . .

   At the end of the day, Leng Yunlin naturally has a full schedule, but she is actually too busy to touch the ground. It wasn't until the sun set to the west that I finally took a breath.

  Looking at the time, it's already six o'clock in the afternoon, right? Li Xiaoran should have picked up Enen and left school.

  Enen is four years old this year. Although her body is not good, her mind is very smart. When this month is over, she will not only have money to cure his illness, but with the remaining money, she can also buy a small house in another city, where the mother and son can live peacefully. She has hands and feet, and will not starve herself to death.

  Thinking of the days to come, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

  When Leng Yunlin opened the door, what he saw was such a scene.

  Dusk was approaching, and the setting sun shone in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and projected onto her body, adding a touch of magnificence to her slightly pale complexion. He could only see one side of her, the setting sun, the color of the heavy makeup that was deliberately applied on her face faded away, like an impression painting with blurred light.

  Quiet, peaceful, meaningful, the picture seems to last forever, with a long and long taste, as if it has been a lifetime.

  That smile shone brightly like fireworks bursting suddenly in the dark night sky. On her face, there is no charm, no unruliness, no sharpness and edge, there is only a clear and gentle smile, which warms the hearts of those who see it.

   Before he knew it, Leng Yunlin seemed to be greedy for the warm smile on her face, so he didn't even bother her.

   Mu Qingyu, on the other hand, quickly adjusted her mood. When she was about to pack her things, when she looked up, she saw Leng Yunlin leaning against the door and looking at her thoughtfully.

  She was taken aback for a moment, then stood up, and immediately suppressed the smile on her face, and replaced it with flattery: "Yunlin, are you off work?"

  For some reason, seeing the remaining smile on her face disappear, Leng Yunlin frowned involuntarily, let out a "hmm" from his throat, and strode towards the elevator without looking at her.