Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

In the borrowing record of that book, the last recorded name was Jin Rong.

Tang Yu watched quietly for a long time, and took a few other copies, all of which were the same. On top of Pei Qiqi, Lin Jinrong.

The two names lined up together, it turned out to sting his eyes.

In particular, the date she borrowed... was after he and Pei Qiqi were together.

Maybe Pei Qiqi has no other ideas, but there is a kind of like, called a habit.

Tang Yu put down the book and let out a long breath.

Suddenly, he lost the will to work, so he looked at the two books until six in the afternoon.

Xiao Ran came in with a stack of documents in her hand. She unexpectedly saw the president's expression a little dignified, and she was smoking.

In front of him, there were a few books... it would never be Shengyuan's information.

Put the file on the desk and whisper: "President, do you have to work overtime today? Do you need me to order meals for you?"

She saw that Tang Yu didn't mean to leave...

Tang Yu raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Ran...His expression was a bit confused, but also a little bitter.

At least in Xiao Ran's eyes...

Tang Yu took off the cigarette in his hand, "No need, you can get off work first!"

Xiao Ran hesitated to say something, but finally left without saying anything.

Intuition tells her that the president’s depression is related to Pei Qiqi...

Bringing the door carefully, the huge space was quiet again.

Tang Yu's body fell deep into the leather seat, and there was a slight friction sound between the cloth and the seat...

With his eyes closed, his slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest beside him, and the phone on the desk rang. He sat upright, reached out and took the phone over. It was Pei Qiqi's call.

Tang Yu stared at the screen of the phone for several seconds, and finally picked it up, but his voice was a little dumb: "Qiqi."

Pei Qiqi's voice is a little small and soft, with the usual well-behaved: "Are you coming back for dinner?"

He didn't speak... There was silence for a while, and then a cautious voice, "Do you need me to make chicken noodles for you?"

She said'you' one by one, a bit irritated, Tang Yu felt a little irritable, sitting upright, stretched out his hand to unbutton the collar of his shirt, and unbuttoned two of them, the voice was slightly indifferent, "Do you need to call me like that? "

Pei Qiqi stabbed, and said nothing.

Tang Yu couldn't bear it, closing his eyes, it appeared in his mind that she was lined up with Jin Rong.

He wanted to ask her... is she still liking Jinrong!

But his self-esteem and his age did not allow him to ask that way.

He didn't hang up, and she didn't dare, and the two of them were in a stalemate.

Pei Qiqi naturally felt his discomfort. As for why he was displeased, she had no way of knowing, except that tonight might not be better...unless he didn't come back.

After a long time, Tang Yu's voice finally sounded slowly, "Pei Qiqi, I said, we get married when we have children, will you get pregnant specifically to marry me?"

Pei Qiqi was completely stunned. She always remembered what he said last time, but didn't take it seriously.

Men, especially the man who bought her, said this in the middle of the bed. If she took it seriously, she would be dead.

But at this time, he seemed to be asking her for something very seriously.

Pei Qiqi didn't know what else he could ask for besides his appearance...

She remained silent because she could not answer him.