Chapter 49 Lost

That night, Sara was released in the early hours of the morning.The man was caught on the spot without any argument.

Chen Sirong declined Caesar's request to send them back because a policeman offered to send them back.

When I returned to Chen Sirong's residence, it was already four o'clock on Monday morning.

Chen Sirong had swollen eyes and helped Sara make the bed, asking her to take a shower first and then take a nap.

She turned her back to Sara, thinking that Sara had gone to the bathroom.The quilt in my hand was halfway through, and tears fell down again.

Nothing can be done to pretend nothing happened.

The heart was so painful that the whole chest was swollen and numb. The body had no strength for a long time, and could only barely hold back home.

I can't hold on anymore, I can't hold on anymore.

Sara had noticed something was wrong with her and hugged her from behind.

Chen Sirong couldn't hold on any longer, so she cried loudly.

She turned around, slowly slid down to the ground against the edge of the bed, her mouth was vague: Sorry, Sara.

Sara said: Grace, you have nothing to do with sorry for me.

Chen Sirong shook her head and tears fell like rain: No...No, it's because I can't concentrate on comforting you now. I shouldn't be like this, I should...

When Sara came out of the inquiry room, she found something wrong with Chen Sirong, and of course, something wrong with the man next to her.

Chen Sirong didn't look at the man beside him at all, and just wanted to take Sara home, but the man's eyes never left Chen Sirong's body from beginning to end.

Even if he didn't know what was going on between them, Sara probably knew that Chen Sirong's crying now was because of that man.

She also sat next to Chen Sirong and hugged her body tightly.

Grace, thank you for saving me.I've already felt much better.If you want to cry now, just cry in my arms for a while.If you want to talk to me, I will always be here.

Chen Sirong's body trembled violently and buried her head off Sara's shoulder.

She lost the ability to think rationally and didn't know what the ball of cotton in her chest that blocked her breathing was because of?

Is it because the master is actually looking at her?

Or is it because he is Caesar?

Or is it because she finally met her master?

Maybe it’s fear, maybe it’s despair, or maybe it’s also filled with joy?

Or, it is a despair mixed with joy and fear.

Chen Sirong didn't know, she didn't know the cause, but she was enduring endless fruits.

Her body lost all her strength in crying, and only her heart burned her to curl up her limbs.

Forgot the time and the place.

If Sara hadn't been with her today, Chen Sirong would have been sure that she would have sank into the boundless hell in the end.

Chen Sirong thought she was ready.

She thought she was no longer the Chen Sirong who was so stressed that she wanted to lie on the ground and couldn't get up because of her new boss.

She began to be able to draft PR copy skillfully, and she began to have efficient and equal conversations with her boss.She no longer has over-pressure, she no longer has to worry.

Chen Sirong thought she was ready.

But she didn't.

The moment she lost her master, the emotional demon miasma once again completely enveloped her.

Lost your master.

Has she lost her master?

In the chaotic thoughts, Chen Sirong woke up instantly.

Has she lost her master?

She has lost her master.

Because of seeing the master, tears of joy came out.

Because I found that the master was the one who had been around me all the time, tears of fear shedding tears of fear

Because the master is Caesar, tears of despair are shed.

She lost her master.

Now Chen Sirong is sure of this.

How can I face Caesar naturally? So many times when they worked together, she was very serious, and whether Caesar was actually slowly savoring her naked body.

This contrast must have made him excited, right?Grace, who let him do whatever he wants in practice, is now wearing well-behaved and decent clothes and talking about work with him.

Not to mention the message he sent back at the end of that day.

The master can give a reply now, but C cannot.

Chen Sirong is extremely clear about this matter. C cannot mean that in reality, Caesar will never choose her.

It is extremely clear and understandable, so there is no need to be suspicious.

Chen Sirong didn't think there was any explicit hierarchical differentiation in the world today, but money and wealth had long since invisibly divided people into different levels.

The lower class took out the rules of equality for everyone to explore the world. Of course, the upper class would not deny it, but they would close the lower class outside the door on the grounds of inappropriateness.

To change his mind and want a dough tone, he likes her body, but he still needs to wear an eye mask, which is to keep her out of reality.

Now, everything is clear.

All actions find motivation, and all doubts find explanations.

And those words that once made Chen Sirong float across the clouds were just the most casual love words he could write.

Love words are not worth the money. Even if they have met in reality, he can say something that makes her cry without any effort.

It's just to stabilize her emotions and let her stop making trouble.

But...but...

If he was Caesar, it would be too easy to fire her.

Don't show up this night, fire her for any reason the next week, at worst, you can pay a small sum of money.

He had a hundred ways to tell her that she would never recognize her in reality.

But he didn't.

Chen Sirong's chest began to fluctuate violently after slowly calming down.

He didn't need to drive tonight, and he didn't need to follow her into the hotel.

Those gentle slaps, those intimate kisses.

If he was just for her body, then he had absolutely legitimate reasons to have sex with her that night, and she had taken the initiative.

All the inferences were overturned by itself, and countless memories were like rafts floating on a river, unable to be hidden deep at the bottom of the water.

They just float there conspicuously, undeniable and unwieldy.

Chen Sirong could detect whether she was in love from the sex video that did not show her face, and put it on her... It was also true.

Chen Sirong could not deny the masters and her past, but she was trapped in endless chaos at the same time.

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Sara returns to her city at noon Monday.

Before leaving, she said to Chen Sirong:

If you feel confused, stop.It is better to stop in the middle of the vortex than to make the wrong choice immediately.

Chen Sirong focused her head and sent her to the airport.

Taking the train home, Chen Sirong slowly walked along the stairs out of the train station.

Where the crowds were scattered, the place where he stood was like a light that was difficult to ignore.

High and straight body, wide shoulders.

A handmade custom suit without Lg, the dark blue tie is flatly fixed in front of the body by a silver collar clip.

Of course he was waiting for her.

The gaze was so hot.

In the narrow corridor, Chen Sirong had nowhere to escape.

I don’t remember when I started to stop breathing. When I heard him shouting: Grace, Chen Sirong’s heart hurt again.

There was a wind blowing her hair high at the exit, and Chen Sirong borrowed the moment she smoothed her hair, and at the same time smoothed her emotions.

Hi, Caesar.She whispered.

The two walked to the side of the road calmly, and Caesar said in Chinese:

Grace, I want to talk to you.

Chen Sirong nodded: Ok, we can talk here, Caesar

Caesar stood there.

From now on, Chen Sirong no longer spoke Chinese to him.

She spoke English to him.

He is not her master.