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    这种东西,一旦重来,就会g起许多曾经过往,人总是ai自己的多,所以对那样与自己分享过美好过去的人,总有亲近感。                                                                                                             那个让顾烟有亲近感的人,几乎每天都来,坐在车里,好像并不是要打扰她的生活,只是想要远远观望。她有时忍不住看过去,他就大大方方的下来攀谈几句。                                                                                                             梁飞凡第一时间知道了,便不希望她去上班,为了这个问题两人这段时间又闹起了别扭。                                                                                                             下午的时候,顾烟站在公司的落地窗前,习惯x的看楼下那棵树旁。                                                                                                             今天方亦城没有来。                                                                                                             顾烟有点心慌,怎么好像,隐隐的有些盼着他来呢?                                                                                                             她匆匆的打的去了梁氏,为了心里那说不清道不明的恐惧。                                                                                                             推开门时梁飞凡皱着眉瞪过来,看到是她,眼里的冷漠的不耐全变成惊喜。                                                                                                             把她抱在腿上狠狠的吻了一遍,他笑的很高兴,“怎么有时间来看我?”                                                                                                             “本g0ng视察民情来的。”她g着他的脖子,笑的狡黠。                                                                                                             他笑着咬她的唇,“唔,突击检查?”                                                                                                             “唔,你把那七十二嫔妃都藏哪了?拉出来也让本g0ng见见嘛。”                                                                                                             “小东西,”他搂紧她,“想我了?”                                                                                                             林秘书小心翼翼的敲敲门,送了加热的食物进来,看到老板此时笑眯眯的样子,打了个冷颤,这几天来办公室里每天都换许多被摔坏的设备,整个大厦的经理几乎一天都只休息几个小时,随时应对老板的发飙。她循例问老板的午餐安排,常常被冷的差点老泪纵横。                                                                                                             苦日子终于熬出头了呀……                                                                                                             顾烟来的路上经过常去的饭店,顺便买了水晶蒸饺和香辣su肉,本想着给秘书室的人一起当小点心的,他却一个人吃的极香。                                                                                                             “没有吃午饭吗?”她有些惊讶,都下午了呢。顾烟过去在他身边坐下,拿了一个蒸饺喂他,梁飞凡一口把饺子和她的手指一起含进嘴里,j□j的t1an着,用舌头调戏她的长指。顾烟脸红了,拍了他一下,ch0u出手指在他身上擦擦。                                                                                                             “一个人没什么胃口。”                                                                                                             听他小孩子一样的抱怨,她忍俊不禁,“想约我吃午饭的话可以提前预约啊。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡已经解决掉了所有的点心,开了红酒慢慢的品着,漫不经心的靠着沙发,“我以为,你的预约早就满了。”                                                                                                             顾烟听他意有所指,为了不再吵起来,索x不理他。                                                                                                             他看她不为所动的样子就火大,“怎么,今天是来感激我没有阻止你们重温旧梦吗?”                                                                                                             顾烟被他酸的一阵恶寒,“你以为是就是吧。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡高大的身躯忽的从沙发上站了起来,几步走过去逮住她,“反了你了!”打横抱起来就往回走。                                                                                                             顾烟尖叫,被他冷着脸揍了几下pgu,“给我老实点。”                                                                                                             方宅。                                                                                                             “亦城。”                                                                                                             方亦城跌跌撞撞的脚步停下,诧异的转身,“父亲,您怎么还没休息?”                                                                                                             “我在等你。”老将军年近古稀,腰板却依旧笔直,只是花白的头发与浑浊的眼掩不住的龙钟。
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