The musicians in the restaurant gradually became fully engaged.

After being beaten by the piano's accent, Liang Yixuan ended this inappropriate memory and his empty eyes refocused.

At the same time, the two waiters opened the double doors of the lobby, one left and one right.

Liang Yixuan looked at the sound and saw clearly the man standing outside the door, as if struck by lightning, froze in front of the chair.

The dance music reaches its climax, and the surging rhythm surgings in people's hearts.

Liang Yixuan stared at the door as if she had returned to the dim audio-visual studio that day.

It was exactly the same as the scene at that time. The man appeared at an impossible place at an impossible time and walked towards her step by step.

Every step was like stepping on her fragile nerves.

But this time, she was nailed to death on the seat, and could only watch him approach, and the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

A shadow fell overhead.

The pair of black leather shoes stopped at the dining table.

Bian Xu bent down one step away from her: "What are you thinking so enchanting?"

Liang Yixuan's eyelashes trembled.

"Do you know when you are waiting for him?" Bian Xu put his hands on the edge of the table and looked at her with a smile, "Who are you thinking in your heart?"

Realizing what it means to appear here at this moment, Liang Yixuan's eyes slowly turned cold, and calmed down and raised her head: "Who am I thinking about, what's going on with Mr. Guanbian?"

Bian Xu narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Bian has forgotten so much, and may not remember it. I have officially notified you more than a month ago that I have nothing to do with you."

Bian Xu looked at her confident eyes and smiled: "Is that true?"

He picked up his phone, frowned and stroked a few times, put the phone on the dining table, and pushed it to her: "Which notification did you say, this?"

Liang Yixuan looked down with her eyes.

The text message interface stayed in a conversation that I didn’t know when a long time ago—

"Come back tonight?"

"how?"

"I'll go to bed if I don't go back."

"Back."

"when?"

"When do you want?"

"I'm very sleepy..."

"Go to bed and wait."

An indescribable sense of humiliation made Liang Yixuan clench the corner of her skirt tightly.

Bian Xu stared at her changing expression, pressing her fingertips on the screen and slashed it up.

There was no breakup notice in the end.
Chapter completed!