"Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience. Please forgive me," Xu Youning made a gesture of apology. "Alright, I'll forgive you for now. But it seems like you've really regained your charm after this trip," Zhou Lingyi said, carefully observing her with his chin resting on his hand. "Hmm, another masterpiece completed. You can take a good rest now. So, Zhou, do you have any unused vacation days? Let's go on a trip together!" Xu Youning looked at Zhou Lingyi expectantly as the dishes arrived.
However, as expected, the response was the same, nothing.
"beautiful Xu, who do you think you are? Writing a masterpiece that would be enough for you to rest for several months. I'm just a humble wage earner, working day by day for my pay. And, miss, have you forgotten? My holidays are dedicated to blind dates and dating. I not only have no extra time, but I also owe my workplace."
Indeed, there is no hope for such a woman.
"Sisters went off to have fun by themselves. I'll send Labrador to your house later; please help me take care of it for a while."
Zhou Lingyi made an OK gesture.
Time really flies.
The two sisters spent a dinner chatting and laughing, and then Zhou Lingyi went back to the magazine office for overtime. Xu Youning said goodbye to her friend and didn't rush home. She wanted to go to the department store for a while. Zhou Lingyi's magazine office is in the bustling area of downtown A city, and the department store is not far from here. Having just finished dinner, Xu Youning didn't want to take a taxi, so she decided to walk and enjoy the food along the way.
She put on her coat, tidied her hair, and left the restaurant. Today's weather is exceptionally good. It's already early autumn, with clear and crisp air. The evening glow fills half of the sky, and the leaves of the roadside gingko trees have turned golden. When the wind blows, they rustle and fall with the wind, like small golden fans dropping in the air. The unique fragrance of the leaves fills the air, and the whole world is a romantic golden hue.
Xu Yuning felt that today's mood had become particularly fresh. He slowly strolled to a crossroads and stopped, watching the numbers on the traffic light in front of him count down from 50. He kicked a small stone that had appeared at his feet and waited patiently for the countdown.
"Oops..." He exerted a little too much force and accidentally kicked the stone under the tire of a car in the middle of the road. Feeling regretful, he bent down to retrieve it, and noticed that it was a low-key and restrained Land Rover. The passenger window was only half open, but he could clearly see the man in the driver's seat. He seemed to match the car very well, a successful man with a remarkable profile.
The black shirt looks low-key and restrained, and the black sunglasses cover his eyes. His high and straight nose, pursed lips, and thoughtful expression make him seem like a high-quality male protagonist in a novel. This was Xuyouning's first impression after observing him.
Although she has written many scripts and novels, and popular stars have portrayed them with great success, she always feels that they don't resemble the male protagonists in her books. In her mind, she cannot vividly depict their appearance. She always feels it's a vague outline, like a faceless man. After all, all perfection is based on imagination.
The red light counted down to zero, and the green light turned on. The Land Rover quickly disappeared into the flow of traffic.
Xu Youning continued to walk forward, and this brief episode soon faded from her mind.
Xu Youning bought several large bags of dog food and some snacks for her Labrador, along with some daily necessities for her trip. She had wanted to go to Yunnan for a long time, hoping to relax properly. The recent rush to meet deadlines had consumed most of her energy, and it was time for a good rest.
Xu Youning has never been a person who would mistreat herself. She has always been like this, working at the right time and taking the time to escape the city to relax. Zhou Lingyi once said that Xu Youning looks very indifferent, as if everything is negotiable, and she is very quiet, making it hard for people to guess what she is thinking. It seems like she doesn't really want anything special, as the saying goes, "The green hills are silent and still at ease, and the faint water leaves no trace yet remains composed."
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