\\\"I won\\u0027t stay long if I have something else to do. Will you come with me?\\\"
Ji Yueze\\u0027s voice interrupted Lily\\u0027s meditation.
She showed an embarrassed expression:
\\\"I\\u0027ve lived here for so long, and I haven\\u0027t thanked them yet, and there are still many important things to clean up. I\\u0027d better go by myself when everything is done.\\\"
Ji Yueze didn\\u0027t think much and got up.
\\\"Then I\\u0027ll go first. If you need help, come to me.\\\"
Lily raised a smiling face:
\\\"Okay, thank you.\\\"
Ji Yueze looked upstairs and didn\\u0027t see Lore\\u0027s figure, and his eyes scratched a small loss.
He picked up his footsteps, walked a few steps, and suddenly turned back.
Lily was a little stunned:
\\\"What\\u0027s the matter?\\\"
He took out his mobile phone.
\\\"Give me Luo Luo\\u0027s mobile phone number. Syed\\u0027s stingyness won\\u0027t even give her my number. When she went out to play today, she didn\\u0027t bring her mobile phone and said she hadn\\u0027t remembered her new number.
Lily picked up her mobile phone and clicked on the screen.
\\\"I sent it to you.\\\"
Ji Yueze\\u0027s eyebrows suddenly smiled.
\\\"Oi, thank you!\\\"
As he turned around and walked to the door, he lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone.
Lily stared at his back and thought for a moment, and a guess slowly emerged in her heart.
He seems to be different from Lore.
Did he fall in love with her too...
Realizing this possibility, three words popped up in her mind in an instant.
On what basis?
No matter how bad Lore\\u0027s reputation is, why would anyone like her?
Even Syed disappeared for more than a month and came back. It seemed that hatred could not stop him from favoring Lore.
The surprise in her heart was replaced by hatred, and she closed her eyes and tried to calm down.
It\\u0027s not the time to have an attack, and put up with it.
The depressed mood collided in the bottom of my heart, and an idea quietly appeared.
Since Ji Yueze also likes Lore, she borrowed his love to turn it into a knife and then prick Syed and Lore.
She didn\\u0027t believe that the rift between them could really be repaired.
An hour later.
The sky is getting dark.
In Syed\\u0027s study, Lore sat on the sofa in the corner, holding a book on finance in his hand and reading it half-knowledged.
She was called in, but he didn\\u0027t say anything, so he went to the conference call first.
She could only sit aside and wait, read two books and two glances at him.
He listened to the phone carefully and occasionally moved twice with a pen in his hand, as if he were recording something.