An hourter, Trent entered Morris’s office, “Boss, Mr. Dixon from Makestar Group is here and is waiting for you in the parlor.”Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “I’m going over there now.” Morris closed the file on his desk, got up and walked out of the office.


    Walking down the hallway, he nced through the floor-to-ceiling ss of the parlor and noticed something familiar about the woman’s back inside.


    Trent pushed open the door of the parlor, “Boss, please.”


    Morris stepped in, a professional affability on his cool face, “Mr. Dixon has waited long enough, I …”


    As he spoke, the woman sitting in her seat looking down at her phone raised her head.


    The moment the four eyes met, Morris clearly saw the woman’s face, could not help but the pupils of a shock, to the mouth words are abruptly stopped.


    “Mr. Morris, hello.” The woman gently and generously pursed her lips and smiled.


    The smile is familiar and indefinable sentiment.


    “Trent, you go out first.” Morris instructed.


    Trent’s puzzled eyes shot a nce at the two, turned and walked out of the parlor.


    Melody gave a wink to the assistant beside her, who immediately said, “Mr. Dixon, my stomach hurts and I want to go to the bathroom.”


    “Well, go ahead.” Melody nodded in agreement, and the assistant immediately got up and walked out of the parlor.


    After the two assistants left the parlor, Morris pulled the blinds straight up.


    He loosened the drawstring of the blinds and turned slowly as if in slow motion to look at Melody sitting two meters away, “Is that you?”


    Melody is wearing a white V-neck chiffon shirt, high-waisted pants and ten centimeters of hatred, a thick straight ck hair with a colored hair band tied in a bow, ear red Chinese knot earrings, set off the powder makeup light cheeks extra nice, especially her outstanding ssical ebullient temperament, extra attractive.


    “Long time no see.” Melody took a few steps forward and stood in front of him, opening her arms.


    Morris’ handsome face was filled with a light smile as he leaned forward and gave her a hug, “Yes, it’s been eight years since we parted. I never thought we would meet in this way.”


    No wonder I felt familiar when I saw her back at that moment, it was her.


    Melody hugged him and patted her hands on his back, closed her eyes and said, “Don’t move, let me hold you for a while. I miss those days a little.”


    The man was a bit helpless, “Eight yearster, your nature hasn’t changed a bit.”


    “We’re all the same.” Melody let go of him and smiled graciously, “I’ve been waiting for you to contact me, but after eight years of waiting, you haven’t contacted me.”


    She sat down in her chair and said slowly and methodically.


    Morris walked across to her and sat down, “I don’t even have your contact information, how can I contact you.”


    “I think it’s because you don’t want to be contacted.” Melody didn’t believe him at all, “I’ve been an actress before, and although I’m not exactly a big star, I’m still somewhat famous, so you can’t see me on TV? I don’t believe it!”


    The man in front of me, faded away the youthfulness of the year, became more and more mature and calm, a kind of domineering president of the high cold.


    Especially his features, angr, sword eyebrows and starry eyes,parable to the face of a male god modeling. And the hands and feet between the elegant noble, modest son general, let a nce can be sunk for it, can not help themselves.


    Melody has been following his news all those years, watching him gradually be mature, very pleased, but also very much looking forward to the meeting between the two.


    Who knows to go abroad to study for a few years, and thene back to wait for the news of his ‘death’.


    For this reason, Melody secretly visited Morris’s grave many times, each time staying at the cemetery for more than ten hours before leaving.