Gu Jue counted the number of rings on the phone. Chu baiqing picked up the phone on the fifth ring.
"Ah Yan!" That was Chu Bai Qing's unique voice. It was so gentle, not so soft that it couldn't be heard. It was so clear to the ears.
Hearing Chu baiqing call Feng Yan's name, Gu Jue felt jealous because he was so gentle to everyone else, but not him.
In the past, this gentleness belonged to him, Gu Jue, and had nothing to do with anyone else.
"Bai Qing, Gu Jue is here. He's with me. Are you done with your work? Let's have a meal together later!"
Feng Yan felt that not only could he cover his reddened eyes with the sunglasses, but he also didn't have to hide his gaze when he was lying.
Gu Jue sat on the sofa and waited for Chu baiqing's reply. He knew that Chu baiqing would never see him again.
However, people were like this. They would always have hope, hope, and all kinds of imagination.
Then, he was disappointed, completely disappointed ...
