After reading a few sentences, Yan Jia smiled: "I wrote the radio script myself, and the poem is one of my favorites. But to be honest, that kind of routine morning reading is really boring."

Lin Zhi's memory was instantly pulled back to that morning.

If life is just like the first time we met, it's a pity that there is no if.

Hearing him mention these, Lin Zhi was not moved at all.

Only Yan Jia was speaking, as if talking to himself, with a hoarse voice: "What happened in the past is in the past, and I have no intention of disturbing you and Zhouzhou when I come to Germany this time. Don't worry."

"I hope Mr. Yan will not show up in the future."

"If Lao Ji hadn't insisted on saving me, you wouldn't have seen me again." Yan Jia never knew that he disgusted her so much that he spoke with a knife in every word, "Lin Zhi, treat me as dead.

Come on, once some things are settled, I will leave Germany and will not appear in your sight again."

Lin Zhi said no more.

The car stopped outside the hotel.

The hotel lobby is brightly lit and magnificent, and the guests are either rich or expensive.

After getting out of the car, Yan Jia approached her. Lin Zhi uncomfortably took his arm and walked with him to the hotel.

Yan Jia handed the invitation to the hotel steward.

Lin Zhi was not used to such occasions, and there was no emotion on his face. Yan Jia was just greeting the guests coming and going.

"Don't wander around later, stand where I can see you." Yan Jia approached her ear and warned her.

"Um."

"I'm going to say hello to some friends."

Yan Jia let go of her hand.

Lin Zhi took the champagne from the waiter, took a sip, and stood in an inconspicuous place.

The whole place was full of gentlemen and beauties, chatting and laughing happily, and it was very lively.

Lin Zhi found it boring. She wanted to go home as soon as she arrived. She didn't know if Zhouzhou was scared to be alone at home or if he did his homework seriously.

When someone she didn't know came to say hello to her, Lin Zhi just smiled and said a few perfunctory words, trying not to cause any trouble to Yan Jia.

Since he promised to leave Germany, she would try her best to cooperate tonight.

She looked from where she was standing to where Yan Jia was.

Yan Jia is holding a wine glass in one hand and putting the other hand in the pocket of his trousers. He has a tall back and a stern and mature profile.

His words in the car just now brought her back to her youth, and at this moment, his back brought her back to reality.

Yan Jia when he was young is completely different from what he is now.

In a daze, she realized that more than ten years had passed.

A dream in ten years.

Some chaotic fragments flashed through her mind, intermittently, like torn pieces of paper, floating in different corners of her memory.

"Miss, why are you here alone? What do you call her?" An old man with black hair and glasses walked up to Lin Zhi and raised his wine glass.

"Hello, my name is Lin Zhi." Lin Zhi symbolically clinked his glass with him.

"Are you here alone? Let me guess your occupation. You have a great figure and good looks..." The man looked Lin Zhi up and down, "Model?"

Lin Zhi shook his head: "No, ordinary white-collar workers."

"White-collar worker? Miss, you are kidding me. You are so beautiful and have such good temperament, you can't be a white-collar worker." The old man was very confident, "Let me guess again, designer? Your clothes are very good. This skirt

It’s the latest fashion model from the M family, so it’s hard to buy.”

Lin Zhi didn't understand what he said and just smiled politely: "Sir, I am really an ordinary white-collar worker."
Chapter completed!