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If that day Zhou Weiqing did not go with Lin Xingyan to see him, even if there was a car accident, the hospital would still have a heart attack. He was only an hour late, and if he had signed the surgical contract, Lin Xingyan would definitely still be alive.

Jin Beisheng had thought of countless possibilities in his head, but these things were only illusions, they wouldn\'t actually happen.

The past couldn\'t be changed. The only thing he could do was look forward bravely.

On this day, Jin Beiseng was in that room full of memories, thinking about Zhou Manzhen. The tasseled brooch in his hand gently rested beside the violin that Lin Xingyan had pulled, and he said with a gloomy expression, "A-Xing, happy birthday, do you like the present I gave you?"

After muttering to himself for a long time, Jin Beisan suddenly let out a desolate smile, his thin lips showing a trace of ridicule, "A Xing, so you have already left me. I was waiting for you to grow up, but now, you have come of age, why did you leave me?"

A few months had passed, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. When he looked back, his face had changed completely.

In the evening, the wind was a little cold, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day that Zhou Manzhen and Jin Beisen agreed to return the shirt.

After di

er, Zhou Manzhen drove to 520 Seaside Road alone.

After arriving at this familiar villa, Zhou Manzhen was stu

ed. She sat in the car blankly for a long time, looking through the window at the villa that she had once lived in. This was the place that she had once called "home"!

Biting her lips, Zhou Manzhen glanced at the paper bag on the passenger seat. The neat bag didn\'t have the same creases as the last time. Zhou Manzhen had personally washed this shirt of Jin Beisen\'s. There was the smell of washing powder on it, but there was no other smell of her.

I cleaned it, I think I can give it back to him ??

Looking at that spotless white shirt, Zhou Manzhen\'s thoughts were stretched out. Jin Beisheng liked to wear shirts, and the way he wore shirts was also very handsome, just like a prince who walked out of a comic book. Before meeting Jin Beiseng, Zhou Manzhen had always thought that this kind of man did not exist, and only after meeting him did she truly understand the meaning of those words.

Wang Ma carried two bags of black trash as she walked out. Her meticulous appearance did not change at all. Wang Ma\'s work was very serious and she was also very responsible. She could work however she wished without any complaints.

Zhou Manzhu jumped out of the car, and walked up to greet Wang Ma.

"Wang Ma." Zhou Manzhu gently smiled as her eyes lit up.

"Zhou..." "Miss Zhou, you\'re back." The two bags of trash in Wang Ma\'s hands fell to the ground. She looked at Zhou Manzhen with a face full of shock, as if she had discovered some great secret.

"Mm, I have something to return." Zhou Manzhu smiled as she pinched the bag in her hand, then tightened her grip.

Wang Ma picked up the rubbish on the floor, her stooping posture was clearly strenuous, after about three seconds, Wang Ma gently said, "Miss Zhou and our Director Jin, have we really ended it?"

"Mm, it\'s over." After being separated for a long time, Zhou Manzhen felt as if her ears had gone deaf, as if she couldn\'t hear Wang Ma\'s answer. Perhaps, in her heart, she didn\'t want to answer Wang Ma\'s question.

I don\'t know what happened between you two, but Director Jin really loves you. I can see that after you broke up with him, he hasn\'t had a proper meal, working until three or four o\'clock every day. The light in the study was on all night, and he didn\'t even go back to his room to sleep. Wang Ma sighed, her eyes a little sad, and said with a calm tone.

Zhou Manzhen fell silent. His heart felt a sharp pain, as if a sharp knife was slashing against it ??

Lowering her head, Zhou Manzhen gently said, "Wang Ma, I will never come here again. You must take good care of him, even if you have to force him, you must let him eat. How can you not eat?"

Wang Ma furrowed her brows and said, "It\'s not like Miss Zhou doesn\'t know how stubborn Jin is. This old lady\'s words have no weight, he won\'t listen to me."

Zhou Man let out a pure sigh, shook his head and said, "He and I are fated to be together, so please take good care of him, Wang Ma."

"Fate is such a useless thing. Actually, happiness is in your own hands. If Miss Zhou has any difficulties, you can tell the chairman that he will definitely help you solve them."

"I don\'t have any difficulties, it\'s just that... "I don\'t." Zhou Manzhu lowered her head. At seven o\'clock in the evening, the night had already completely darkened, making it impossible to clearly see her expression. She bit her lips and hesitantly asked.

"Wang Ma, where did you dump that trash?" Jin Beisen\'s stern and cold voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

He saw Jin Beiseng standing behind him with a face darker than a coal ball. He had a serious look on his face as he stood under the night sky, the gentle moonlight shining on his shoulders, but from the looks of it, it seemed to be extremely cruel.

That sentence just now, that \'I don\'t love you\', he should have heard it, right? Zhou Man felt uneasy, and her hands couldn\'t help but move together. This was her usual behavior when she was nervous.

He had clearly already broken up, but why did he feel that he was so unworthy of Jin Beisan when he said those words?

She pursed her lips and held out her hand to the paper bag, which contained Kim\'s shirt.

"I\'ve washed them, and they no longer smell." Zhou Manzhen whispered. His heart was beating fast, as if he had done something shameful.

"The ones you touched were all trash. Wang Ma, take them and throw them away." Jin Beisen coldly stood on the spot, hands behind his back, he didn\'t reach out to take the bag of clothes, but ordered with a dark expression.

Wang Ma felt a bit awkward, thinking, should I throw this bag of clothes away? If he threw it away, Zhou Manzhen\'s heart would probably break as well. If he didn\'t, Jin Beisen would be unhappy, and it would be really hard for her to be stuck in the middle.