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"Yuan, you go eat with mom and them first, take a nap after eating, I'll go back to the company. Call me if you need anything."
"Wait," An Yuan stopped Zhang Moyan, "I'll go with you. I need to pack up my things at the office, we can come together at noon."
"You can't move heavy things right now. The stuff will be there for a while, and you can tidy up later." Saying this, but Zhang Moyan looked at An Yuan without moving.
"I just want to talk to you."
"We can talk about it after we get home."
An Yuan fell silent, but his hand stubbornly held on and refused to let go. Zhang Moyan sighed, knowing he had pushed him to the limit. "Let's go together, no more words, just consider it a change of scenery."
Spring is coming soon, and the company's orders are increasing exponentially. Everyone is working hard.
As he approached the corner, An Yuan deliberately stopped for a while, and it was a few minutes before he caught up. Just as he turned the corner, he saw Zhang Moyan standing at the office door waiting for him.
"Why hasn't he come yet?" The words were not spoken loudly, but they were enough to attract the attention of others.
Everyone was curious, craning their necks to see who could keep their own Manager Zhang waiting.
Walking or not, either way, An Yuan feels a bit at a loss.
"It's just a few steps, what's there to be afraid of," Zhang Moyan strides forward, unquestionably takes An Yuan's hand, and then walks into the office in full view of everyone.
He closed the door, but An Yuan still didn't look up. "Is our relationship something that can't be seen by others?"
He knew why An Yuan was extremely unwilling to expose their relationship in front of colleagues, but knowing was one thing, accepting it was another.
"Little fool, do you really think we can hide our relationship from those sharp people outside?" Upon hearing Zhang Moyan's words, An Yuan suddenly looked up. "Have you already told them?"
Zhang Moyan No need for him to answer this kind of thing.
"For such a long time, you always like to shrink into the shell you think is safe, rejecting the harm that others might bring to you." Zhang Moyan shut up, but An Yuan knew he hadn't finished speaking, and at the same time, he also rejected the care that others brought to him.
"Take a nap first, lunch will be brought up, I'll call you." Zhang Moyan had been running on both sides all night, naturally knowing whether An Yuan had slept well or not.
I made a nest with the blanket on the sofa, took off An Yuan's coat, let him lie down, and then went back to the desk to start working.
In a daze, it feels like time is flowing backwards, as if at some point he and Zhang Moyan were also in a similar situation.
An Yuan squinted and watched Zhang Moyan attentively dealing with his work. Perhaps it was because of Zhang Moyan's short hair, but in An Yuan's eyes, he always seemed so spirited. Or maybe he had never really looked at him properly, so he couldn't see that deep and lonely lines had already spread across his face.
Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable sadness surged in An Yuan's heart. He buried his head in the blanket, not wanting Zhang Moyan to see him in this moment, at least not when she looked up unintentionally.
Secretary Wang came in carrying two thick insulated bags. Zhang Moyan pointed to a stool and said, "Just leave them there."
I don't know when it started, but whenever An Yuan is around, he can't focus on his work properly. His attention always unintentionally returns to the person who has deeply entered his heart and bones.
Watching An Yuan struggle in pain, Zhang Moyan feels his heart twisting, but he can't stop.
Three years ago, he forcibly intertwined their destinies, causing him to waver between hope and despair. Three years later, he took a desperate gamble, determined to probe the depths of An Yuan's heart and discover his place within it. For him, it could mean either a glimmer of hope or overwhelming despair.
An Yuan, unable to sleep, pulled back the blanket and sat up. "Zhang Moyan, can I have a moment of your time?"
"Let's eat first, we can talk after we eat."
"You can tell me after you've eaten that Dad's health condition is actually quite optimistic?"
Zhang Moyan Some laughed, I never realized before that An Yuan actually has a small mind.
"Now or never."
An Yuan gave him two choices, but he knew he had no choice.
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