Sorrow (2 more)

  Ye Chen felt no guilt at all. He ate a whole box of it, and it tasted great, was very filling, and was very satisfying. It had been a long time since he'd eaten such delicious home cooking.

  How long has it been?

  It's been so long that he can't even remember it anymore.

  This afternoon, Ye Chen's face was gloomy and unpredictable, his handsome features were so overcast that they seemed to be dripping with water. If the usual Ye Chen was elegant and cold, then today's Ye Chen was somber and icy.

  Cheng Anya was scolded by him for no reason several times, the whole secretariat was as cold as winter, everyone was in danger, those who were called in would be trained and come out.

  Ye Chen's mood was very irritable, and Cheng Anya could see it.

  It was almost time to get off work, Ye Chen asked Cheng Anya to make him a cup of coffee. When she delivered it, Ye Chen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall and slender figure exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

  It's already dusk, the sunset is warm, and the whole office is filled with a warm atmosphere.

  Cheng An Ya gently put down her coffee and reminded him.

  "Miss Cheng, arrange my schedule for tonight." Ye San Shao didn't turn around, his voice slightly hoarse, and the dimly lit CEO's office was filled with a low, melancholic tone.

  "Yes!"

  Slowly, the president came out, and when he closed the door, Cheng Anya couldn't help but take another look at him.

  There is a strong charm on this man's body that involuntarily attracts people's attention, he is elegant, cold and ruthless...

  Possesses all the conditions of a female killer.

  In her eyes, Ye San Shao was always very powerful, so strong that it seemed like he could do anything.

  Today's Ye San Shao, however, is shrouded in a melancholy air, blended with the sorrow of longing. He seems to be yearning for someone, but the warmth of dusk appears to have nothing to do with him.

  Failed to merge into his thoughts and sorrows.

  Cheng An Ya's heart ached slightly, the stronger a person is, the more they hide their weaknesses, unable to cry, unable to show weakness. In fact, people like this have a place in their hearts...

  More fragile and tender than anyone else.

  This specific light, this specific person, this specific silhouette, it's so fitting for the tragic male lead in a melodrama.

  Ye San Shao, have you changed to a tragic route?

  That's really...

  Too happy!