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    What a deep bond it is to have known each other since I was 15 and to have been a coworker for a few years.

    Mako skimmed her lips, and the force of typing on her cell phone unconsciously increased a bit, “You guys are pretty much destined for each other.”

    Tang Jia Chong wrinkled his eyebrows, read the WeChat he sent over again, combined with Mu Xiao’s reply, only to realize that there is no difference between his explanation and no explanation at all.

    Even, perhaps, adding fuel to the fire.

    But he was just being honest.

    It’s too late to withdraw it now.

    Regarding Yang Anxi, to say that he never liked her is certainly not true.

    These days, he’d thought about his feelings for Auntie Young.

    That favorite turned out to be just a moment in his teenage years.

    A girl from a poor area, innocent and kind, helping the children in her hometown in turn with her own meager efforts.

    This wonderful impression took deep roots in his heart.

    Subsequent acquaintance and familiarity are based on this foundation.

    I just didn’t realize that some roots fester too.

    He didn’t have such strong emotions such as missing, worrying, or jealousy with her that he didn’t even bother to look twice at those things she did initially.

    After all, they are two people who are together, and ignoring and not caring beyond a certain point becomes annoying, unbearable, and even disgusting.

    His impulse to marry Mu Xiao was not to be angry with Yang Anxi, but he was angry with himself.

    In the various decisions, large and small, that he has made in his nearly 30 years of life, he has never missed a beat, and he has never regretted it.

    Only the issue of the relationship with Yang Anxi, is the first time, he felt regret, felt that he looked at the wrong person, he himself in the face of his own.

    Tang Jia Chong pinched his brow and handed his cell phone to Ah Ming, the front passenger.

    The current schedule was to meet a client from the United States, so Ah Ming came along to accompany them and was also in the car.

    “Help me see how to answer appropriately.” Tang Jia Chong said.

    Ah Ming took the boss’s cell phone for unknown reasons, saw that it was the chat dialog box of the president and his wife, and glanced at the driver who was driving seriously.

    Ah Ming asked in a low voice, “Madam ……. her?”

    “Answer in a way that makes her comfortable.” Tang Jia Chong added lightly.

    “I’ll word type it up and show you again?” Ah Ming asked carefully.

    The man in the back seat gave a slight nod.

    Ah Ming muttered in his heart, it’s not like he hasn’t dated a girlfriend, the last one even got along for two years, how can he coax a girl’s matter to find him a maternally single person to help him think of ideas.

    It’s too weak, too.

    Look at this chat record, obviously he stretched his feet into the pit, now is unable to fill the pit of the sick and desperate for medical treatment.

    However, the task explained by the big boss, hard head also have to go on.

    Ah Ming quickly typed in the text box before turning his head and respectfully returning the phone.

    After turning his head back, Ah Ming didn’t move to watch Tang Jia Chong’s expression in the rearview mirror.

    The tall, handsome man in the back seat wrinkled his nose.

    Ah Ming couldn’t tell at all if his boss was satisfied with the task he had turned in.

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