Chapter 1080

Fang Yuan was a little excited when he Ya was concerned.

I didn't expect that Heya would forget the past and still have himself in mind.

Remembering that she didn't go to see her off, Fang Yuan felt even more embarrassed. He explained the matter of going to the hospital, and then seized the opportunity to say, "I really didn't mean not to see you off. I'm sorry, Heya."

Heya was relieved to hear that it was all right.

"It doesn't matter. I know you didn't mean it, or sir..."

When it comes to Gong Heng, they are silent.

Finally, Fang Yuan broke the silence: "he now Are you all right? "

For some reason, Fang Yuan felt sorry for Gong Heng.

In her heart, she knows that Gong Heng is good to herself, but love is not the story that you are good to me and I fall in love with you.

If so, then this love is not love, but moved.

Heya takes a deep breath. Thinking of the recent changes of gongheng, he doesn't know whether to say good or bad.

"After my husband came back, he was totally different. He would do whatever the old lady asked him to do, without any objection."

Sometimes when I look at Gong Heng, I feel like I'm looking at the walking dead. I don't know when my soul will be taken away.

"Isn't that good?"

It shows that he has figured out, or finally knows, how important it is to take the presidency.

Or maybe something else

"But..."

Heya wants to say that the future Mr. Gong is not like this. In the past Mr. Gong had his own opinions, ideas and ideas, but after he came back this time, he seemed to have completely changed himself. Let alone his own opinions, he could not see them.

The old lady said she was going to give a speech in Guazhou, and he nodded.

The old lady said she was going to canvass, and he nodded.

The old lady said she would marry the vice president. He Or nod.

If it had been done before, my husband would have retorted coldly, but this time, he didn't.

He did nothing.

I didn't even say that I didn't like her.

It's just like a marionette, at your disposal.

Maybe in other people's eyes, this is a good thing, but Heya, who has been with Gong Heng for so many years, knows that their husband's soul has gone with Fang Yuan.

Even though the road was hard, he came back to Fangyuan.

From then on, it was just a body called Gong Heng in front of them.

Through the phone, Fang Yuan seems to feel the deep powerlessness of Heya. However, there are many ambiguous feelings hovering.

However, Fang Yuan knows very well that she has only Mo Jincheng in her heart.

If you open your mouth for a moment's weakness, you will only get more trouble.

"How are you doing now?"

Fang Yuan tries to transfer the topic from Gong Heng to Heya, and get rid of the heavy topic.

And Ya smile: "I am very good, is recently very busy."

Busy thinking about you, thinking about the short time we spent together at that time.

He Ya didn't dare to say the following.

Maybe friendship, like love, is all about gain and loss.

What's more, she is the kind of person who rolls on the tip of the knife. I don't know when she will lose her life.

Square circle

The sound of fireworks outside the window, many people have begun to set off fireworks.

But at this moment, she was not in the mood to see the fireworks all over the sky.

She holds the mobile phone tightly, as if to let Heya hear her more clearly.

"You'll be back? Is that right? "

The low voice seems to spread in the pool water, in the silent night sky, like a suddenly lit fireworks, burning and elegant faint light of life.

You came back, right.

Tears fall without warning, like continuous March drizzle, pattering.

She had never been so attached to a place as she was to this evening.

Once upon a time, he and his husband went to many places and left after they went. There was never a place that she could never forget. But this place, called city a, which even had vulgar names and was not worth remembering, became the Holy Land in her heart.

It's really a wonderful thing.

Maybe someone in the world really falls in love with a city because of one person.

Heya raises her head and tries to turn back her tears.

Beautiful eyes looking at the bright night sky, in such a beautiful place, she did not leave a trace of beautiful memories.

Wonderful.

Fang Yuan tries to stick his mobile phone to his ear, trying to hear every word he Ya says.

Unfortunately, the response was delayed.Her heart suddenly came up to her throat.

Going back this time is a choice of life and death.

Heya knows it, and gongheng knows it.

Fang Yuan suddenly feels that people are powerless. Even if Gong Heng doesn't want to fight for it, others will still force him to fight for it.

And some people, no matter whether they want to fight for it or not, just want to treat him as a stone blocking the road and kick him away.

In this pursuit of fate, he seems to be the most free, but the least free.

Fang Yuan wants to shout Heya's name, but he doesn't dare to break the quiet time.

"Fangyuan..."

And Ya's voice came out, like from another time and space, "you have to take care."

She said, take care. It's not a promise, it's you take care.

Fang Yuan's heart sink to the bottom, do not know what to say, can only seize the phone, want to listen to and ya say a word.

However, there is already a busy tone.

Hang up the phone and ya, desperately endure the impulse of tears fall.

Beautiful night sky, tall figure gradually close, and Yalian busy turn, see is Gong Heng, some Leng.

She quickly wiped away the tears on her face. Without any expression on her face, she went to Gong Heng and said, "Mr. Gong, how did you come out?"

On the new year's Eve, the president invited many people to his home, including Miss Song Lingling from the vice president's family.

In principle, Mr. Song should be with Miss Song now. How can he come out?

Gong Heng looks at the tears in Heya's eyes and raises his eyes to see the bright moon in the sky.

There is no trace of incomplete, like the moon of the 15th century, round and bright like a jade plate.

What a ironic picture.

Heya also looked up at the sun in the sky. Such a bright moon seemed to illuminate the road in front of people.

Gong Heng turns around and looks at Heya. Her eyes fall on the mobile phone in her hand. She wants to say something, but she can't say it at last.

Just now, I was talking to that woman.

This dead woman I don't know what happened

Eyebrows gently pick, Gong Heng slowly turned, proud back like an eagle hovering in the sky and earth.

In a flash, the cold breath on the body dissipated.