At the same time, Ling Weihua was slightly surprised by Dong Fang's coquettish complaint. She actually got angry right in front of him, without any scruples about him.
She confessed that she was very angry and annoyed, and it was because of that person. This kind of emotion is a true expression, no longer restraint, forbearance, nor the usual Dong Fang. This was the first time in a long time that Ling Weihua felt that he and Dong Fang were one step closer.
Dong Fang's burdens were too heavy, perhaps because of the company's affairs, coupled with Zhang Shuqing's affairs, which made her feel exhausted. For a short moment, what about the calmness and rationality of the funeral? Ling Weihua would rather that Dong Fang could show all his emotions in front of him. He was willing to tolerate and accommodate such a real Dong Fang.
The day went on, and the sun shone as usual. Dong Fang became more and more addicted to work, day and night. Ling Weihua is also very busy with work, he always finds Dong Fang in the dead of night.
Knocked on the office door, and after entering, Ling Weihua sat on the sofa and read books and newspapers. The two have a tacit understanding, they are in the same room, but they don't bother each other.
Ling Weihua's eyes slipped across the rows of bookshelves from time to time, reaching Dong Fang's eyes. At that time, Dong Fang was concentrating on reviewing documents and materials, and was quickly recording something with the pen in her hand.
When staring at Dong Fang, Ling Weihua felt that time passed very slowly. He likes to just watch quietly like this, every breath and every movement of her should be deeply engraved in his mind.
Ling Weihua is full of respect for Dong Fang, of course, more of it is love. In the dead of night, being able to accompany Dong Fang is also a rare good time for him.
"You work overtime so late at night, how inconvenient is it to go home? After all, you live alone now, in case something unexpected happens, how about it." Ling Weihua thought of Dong Fang working late at night, and going home to face Cold pot cold stove, can not help but speak.
"Then why do you always work overtime in the factory every day?" Dong Fang raised her head, looked at Ling Wei Hua Yingying and said with a smile.
"Night is good, not noisy, suitable for thinking, and efficient." Ling Weihua said without hesitation.
Hearing this, Dong Fang "giggled" and laughed: "That's incredible, I think so too."
Seeing Dong Fang's smiling face, Ling Weihua also felt happy from the bottom of his heart, the two of them laughed for no reason, and a rare lightness appeared on their faces.
"Dong Fang, if I come to you so often, you don't think I'm disturbing your work, do you?" Ling Weihua suddenly stopped smiling, and asked cautiously.
"Why? I feel very embarrassed. You are already late from get off work, and you still have to come here to accompany me." Dong Fang pursed her lips, and her words were no longer cold: "Actually, I think someone is here It¡¯s good, and I feel very at ease.¡±
Peace of mind? Ling Weihua was a little dazed when he heard this, did Dong Fang actually think that he would feel at ease here? She had never expressed her feelings like this before, and she even refused to give him a chance to get along.
Regarding Dong Fang's unspoken change, Ling Weihua felt both happy and hesitant. He is happy that he and Dong Fang have finally developed further, but he is hesitant because he doesn't know how long this state can last. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com