She looks the same as usual, but I know that she is hiding herself and her sadness.

"Yes, my house is so beautiful. There are a lot of suitors behind me. Any one is better than that scum man!"

I sat next to shano and put my arms around her neck. As she said, I knew she was gradually getting out of the shadow of lovelorn.

It's ok if I end the relationship with Xiao mo. during that time, I can safely accompany shano and don't have to worry about her all the time.

I stayed at shanuo's house all night. When I went to the company the next day, I still met Xiao mo. I thought he would at least say hello, but he really seemed to treat me as air and didn't look at me.

I frowned slightly and watched Xiao Mo stride towards the office. I was disappointed.

I sat in my own office area and always stared at the direction of Xiao Mo's office. I was a little dissatisfied. What did Xiao Mo think of me? Even if we don't have a relationship, it's also a relationship between superiors and subordinates in the company. Can you die if you say hello to me?

Xiaomi, sitting opposite me, seemed to find something strange about me. She knocked on my desk and looked curious, "peace of mind, have you noticed that there was something wrong with the president's mood since noon yesterday?"

Xiaomi's words made me panic. Does Xiaomi know what to do?

"What's wrong?"

I pretended not to care, smiled and asked with a faint forehead.

"Don't you feel that the president's face has been black since noon yesterday, and many schemes of the design department have been photographed back, and they have been scolded bloody."

Xiaomi took a careful look at the direction of Xiao Mo's office, and then opened his mouth to me with a gossip face.

Hearing Xiaomi's words, I can't help but doubt that Xiao Mo's changes are related to me? It was yesterday noon that I told him my decision.

"Maybe I met something unpleasant at work. You also know that it is not impossible for the president to monopolize the advertising industry, but there will be many difficulties in the middle."

I said these words unnaturally, and my eyes became more flustered. I can be sure that the reason why Xiao Mo was in a bad mood must have something to do with me. At the moment, I can't tell what I feel.

"Who knows, anyway, the president is in a bad mood these two days. Let's be careful."

Xiaomi shrunk his neck, glanced at Xiao Mo's office again, then bowed his head and began to work.

What Xiaomi said just now has set off ripples in my heart. I don't know how I feel at the moment. I know that Xiao Mo is in a bad mood because of me. My heart seems inexplicably happy.

I took a look at Xiao Mo's office and then hung my head to start working. Although I was reading the documents, my mind was full of his figure. I don't know when to start. Xiao Mo had such a deep influence on me.

"Gu Xinan, come to my office!"

Just when I was distracted, a low, cold voice came, it was Xiao mo.

Xiao Mo stood at the door of the office, staring at me with cold eyes.

I returned to my mind. When I looked at his deep, whirlpool like eyes, my heart kept jumping wildly. Did he want to settle accounts with me after autumn? What happened yesterday to today?

My heart was in a mess, but I still walked to Xiao Mo's office. The colleagues around me seemed to notice that Xiao Mo had a bad attitude towards me. Some people stared at me with worry, and others looked like gloating.

When I came to Xiao Mo's office, he was sitting at his desk, looking at a document in his hand.

"President, what can I do for you?"

I looked at Xiao Mo's handsome face, then bowed my head and dared not look at him again, because every time I saw him, my momentum couldn't help weakening.

With a snap, Xiao Mo suddenly threw the documents in his hand on the table, and then a pair of angry eyes looked at me.

My heart trembled, my heart became flustered, and I always had a bad feeling in my heart.

"Gu Xinan, is this the advertising design you gave me? With so many years of work experience, is this your design?"

Xiao Mo pointed to the papers on the table and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

"Does the president think there is something wrong?"

I looked in the direction of his finger. It was the design I submitted this morning. I didn't expect it to be rejected by him so soon.

"Your design is everywhere in advertisements. Now this idea has rotten the street. Do you think this kind of advertising can still be used?"

Xiao Mo's voice was very loud. With the smell of questioning, he strode towards me. The burning anger in his eyes seemed to burn me up.

"But I think this publicity scheme can better reflect the characteristics of the product and the needs of people. Many products boast completely more than the value of the product itself. I don't think those gorgeous gimmicks are necessary."

Xiao Mo's attitude towards me made me feel a little uncomfortable. I don't know why. I felt wronged and sad. Although we quarreled many times before, he never spoke to me so loudly.

Is it because the relationship between us has changed and his attitude towards me has also changed?

"Do you mean that you pursue the authenticity of products? I don't deny your idea, but your scheme is not novel. Go back and make a new document for me!"

Xiao Mo picked up the papers on the table, threw them directly into my arms and opened his mouth coldly.

From beginning to end, there was only indifference in his eyes when he looked at me. There was nothing else but indifference.

My tears swirled in my eyes. My eyes were red, but I didn't let them flow out.

Xiao Mo is really a ruthless man. We just ended our relationship. Now he can scold me bloody in the office. His indifference is worth learning from.

If I could be as indifferent as him, I wouldn't be so sad as now.

"What are you doing here? Don't go out!"

Seeing me standing still for a long time, Xiao Mo suddenly turned around and emitted a cold light from his cold eyes.

"I see. I'll revise it now."

I slightly raised my head, sucked my nose, and said this sentence in a stuffy voice.

Xiao Mo is a man who is good at seeing everything. He naturally sees my emotions in his eyes. When I say this, his eyes flash. His eyes are no longer as cold as before, but he doesn't say a word.

When I walked out of the president's office, many people looked at me. At the moment, most people looked at me sympathetically.