mc-med Chapter 1004: He Has Grown Up, Yet Remains the Boy in My Memories (4)
Chapter 1004: He Has Grown Up, Yet Remains the Boy in My Memories (4)
Su Weiyi’s heart relaxed a little, perhaps he sent this picture just because he found it curious that a cactus could bloom.
She put her phone aside, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Maybe because she had things on her mind, she quickly started dreaming. In her dream, a young man whose face she couldn’t see clearly had a faint scent of mint on him.
His hands pressed hard on her shoulders, forcing her against the tree trunk. Su Weiyi felt as if her shoulders were about to be crushed by him, the pain was unbearable.
But the young man had no trace of tenderness or mercy. Soon, the mist before her eyes cleared, and the young man’s tightly furrowed brows appeared before Su Weiyi.
Except for the slight frown, there wasn’t any expression on his face. His eyes seemed to freeze into ice, his thin lips pressed into a line, silently and quietly staring at her.
After a long while, the young man released her, then his eyes grew colder, slowly retreating and disappearing into the night.
Su Weiyi understood, the young man she was familiar with, that last look was one of deep aversion, as if seeing her one more time was something quite disgusting.
Su Weiyi suddenly woke up, sat up immediately, and felt a chill running down her spine.
"No..."
Her throat was dry and sore, and Su Weiyi clutched the quilt tightly. She had come to her senses, realizing that the scene just now was only a dream, but she couldn’t help feeling frightened.
Sheng Yanxiao loathed her, such deep loathing...
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At the same time, in the afternoon in B City, Si Nian brazenly kicked open the office door, slapped a document in his hand onto the table with a "bang", then flopped down on a chair beside the table, glaring at the person opposite him, his eyes almost spitting fire: "Brother Xiao, no, Mr. Sheng, if you’re still not satisfied, I’m going to hit my head against the wall. Please, could you please put away your pervertedly picky standards?"
Sheng Yanxiao glanced nonchalantly at his friend on the opposite side, whose shirt was untidy, and hair looked like it hadn’t been washed for days. He then glanced at the file Si Nian slapped on the table, took it with his long fingers, flipped through it indifferently, and then pushed it back: "You can go hit the wall now."
"I..."
Si Nian lay on the table pouting: "Bad choice of friends, bad choice of friends!"
After a round of complaints, Si Nian lifted his head again: "I say, Young Master Sheng, wouldn’t it be good to go back and take over the company after you graduate? Why mess around with a company yourself when you have nothing to do? I haven’t even graduated yet, don’t exploit the labor force."
Sheng Yanxiao glanced at him again without saying a word, his gaze returned to his computer screen.
This software development company was founded by Sheng Yanxiao in his junior year. Back then, while working on a project with his professor, his business acumen, honed since childhood, made him realize that this field had great potential, so he decisively and cleanly pursued it.
Si Nian attended the same university, Q University, and also studied computer science; naturally, he was recruited by Sheng Yanxiao as cheap labor.
Si Nian looked at his friend opposite, who had no intention of paying him any mind, awkwardly rubbed his nose — Oh well, he had gotten used to it.
Ever since the person close to people’s hearts had rejected him, Sheng Yanxiao had become more and more inhuman.
The wildness in his brows and eyes had not diminished, but there was an unmistakable aloofness about him.
Even at the negotiation table, he had an aura of, "What I say has great investment value, if you don’t invest, then there’s something wrong with your head," a high and cold demeanor.