She was dressed in black, with a long blue coat casually arranged over it. She sat with her legs crossed, sipping a small cup of tea, and her eyes looking away. The hand she held on her knee was white and slender. The glittering diamond ring between her fingers was expensive.
He stood for a few seconds. He waved the waiter back, and then he took off his mask and sunglasses. He walked with long legs, and lightly called her, "Ella."
After hearing the voice, the woman was shocked. She slowly turned her head to reveal her cold face. Her face softened when she saw the man approaching.
The man pulled up the chair opposite her, he sat down casually, and he smiled, "Ella, you still enjoy your life."
The woman slightly raised the corners of her mouth. She raised her hand and poured him a small cup of tea. Her voice was soft, "when did you come back? I didn't hear anything from you either."
The man picked up the glass. He looked down and sniffed. He gulped it down. He took a breath, and he said casually, "I've been back for half a year, but I haven't been to Washington. That's why I haven't contacted you. Ella, don't be mad at me."
The woman looked down at the green tea in the purple sand cup. Her eyelashes fluttered and she said softly, "you've been in constant contact with me while you've been abroad. Has something happened to you?"
He was a few sessions behind her, but they were alumni. They met at a debate competition, where he was a contestant and she was a judge. They gradually got to know each other. She cultivated him as her younger brother, and he didn't disappoint her either, except that he had disappeared suddenly from her sight.
However, she never took the initiative to pay attention to anyone. In addition, she had been preoccupied with one man for a year. As a result, she gradually ignored all the outside voices.
The expression on the man's extremely young and handsome face faded, but he quickly regained his smile, "Ella, I can't hide anything from you. I've got something wrong, but I can handle it myself."
The woman's cold eyes glanced at his handsome face, "Aaron, you've been gone for half a year. It seems that what you said is not easy for you to deal with. Can I help you?"
This young man was Aaron who told Cathy to meet his classmate. In contrast to his usual frivolous and impetuous temper, he was a different man inside and out at this moment. Not just his temperament, his eyes also looked sharp and mature, and he smiled steadily and calmly.
"No, I really just wanted to see you today."
The woman stared at him deeply, "what are you doing now? Are you going to continue working or going abroad after finishing your personal business?"
Aaron paused and answered truthfully, "I'm working right now."
The woman put down the cup, and her hands folded slowly in her lap. When she heard what he said, she raised her arched and thin eyebrows, "work? Where do you work?"
He came back suddenly. Was he just looking for a job?
Aaron looked at the goldfish in the pool near his feet. His pupils contracted and there was a flash of gloom, "I worked just in a small company."
The woman looked at him and immediately understood, "I don't care about your personal business, but when can you finish your personal business?"
Aaron was a little shocked. He put down his cup, looked over at her and said, "what's wrong?"
The woman didn't beat around the bush. Her red lips curved in a smile and she said directly, "when you're done, you quit your job and I'll find you another place to work."
The man smiled, "where? The Brook Group? If the salary is good, I can consider it."
"No!" The woman calmly said, "you go to work at the Feng Rui company."
It was she who cultivated his abilities herself, so she knew his abilities, and naturally she trusted him more.
Something flashed across Aaron's eyes. He glanced at her wedding ring, and he smiled, "I heard you get married and I didn't get an invitation. When can I see him? Is he kind to you?"
The woman turned her eyes to the water and rubbed the ring on her ring finger with her finger pulp. There was a thick emotion in her eyes, "we didn't have a wedding, so we didn't send you an invitation. You want to see him, but I don't think he has time now."
Aaron looked down. "James." The word came from his thin lips.
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