這種東西，一旦重來，就會g起許多曾經(jīng)過往，人總是ai自己的多，所以對那樣與自己分享過美好過去的人，總有親近感。                                                                                                             那個讓顧煙有親近感的人，幾乎每天都來，坐在車?yán)?，好像并不是要打擾她的生活，只是想要遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)觀望。她有時忍不住看過去，他就大大方方的下來攀談幾句。                                                                                                             梁飛凡第一時間知道了，便不希望她去上班，為了這個問題兩人這段時間又鬧起了別扭。                                                                                                             下午的時候，顧煙站在公司的落地窗前，習(xí)慣x的看樓下那棵樹旁。                                                                                                             今天方亦城沒有來。                                                                                                             顧煙有點心慌，怎么好像，隱隱的有些盼著他來呢？                                                                                                             她匆匆的打的去了梁氏，為了心里那說不清道不明的恐懼。                                                                                                             推開門時梁飛凡皺著眉瞪過來，看到是她，眼里的冷漠的不耐全變成驚喜。                                                                                                             把她抱在腿上狠狠的吻了一遍，他笑的很高興，“怎么有時間來看我？”                                                                                                             “本g0ng視察民情來的?！彼齡著他的脖子，笑的狡黠。                                                                                                             他笑著咬她的唇，“唔，突擊檢查？”                                                                                                             “唔，你把那七十二嬪妃都藏哪了？拉出來也讓本g0ng見見嘛?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            “小東西，”他摟緊她，“想我了？”                                                                                                             林秘書小心翼翼的敲敲門，送了加熱的食物進來，看到老板此時笑瞇瞇的樣子，打了個冷顫，這幾天來辦公室里每天都換許多被摔壞的設(shè)備，整個大廈的經(jīng)理幾乎一天都只休息幾個小時，隨時應(yīng)對老板的發(fā)飆。她循例問老板的午餐安排，常常被冷的差點老淚縱橫。                                                                                                             苦日子終于熬出頭了呀……                                                                                                             顧煙來的路上經(jīng)過常去的飯店，順便買了水晶蒸餃和香辣surou，本想著給秘書室的人一起當(dāng)小點心的，他卻一個人吃的極香。                                                                                                             “沒有吃午飯嗎？”她有些驚訝，都下午了呢。顧煙過去在他身邊坐下，拿了一個蒸餃喂他，梁飛凡一口把餃子和她的手指一起含進嘴里，j□j的t1an著，用舌頭調(diào)戲她的長指。顧煙臉紅了，拍了他一下，ch0u出手指在他身上擦擦。                                                                                                             “一個人沒什么胃口。”                                                                                                             聽他小孩子一樣的抱怨，她忍俊不禁，“想約我吃午飯的話可以提前預(yù)約啊。”                                                                                                             梁飛凡已經(jīng)解決掉了所有的點心，開了紅酒慢慢的品著，漫不經(jīng)心的靠著沙發(fā)，“我以為，你的預(yù)約早就滿了。”                                                                                                             顧煙聽他意有所指，為了不再吵起來，索x不理他。                                                                                                             他看她不為所動的樣子就火大，“怎么，今天是來感激我沒有阻止你們重溫舊夢嗎？”                                                                                                             顧煙被他酸的一陣惡寒，“你以為是就是吧?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            梁飛凡高大的身軀忽的從沙發(fā)上站了起來，幾步走過去逮住她，“反了你了！”打橫抱起來就往回走。                                                                                                             顧煙尖叫，被他冷著臉揍了幾下pgu，“給我老實點?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            方宅。                                                                                                             “亦城?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            方亦城跌跌撞撞的腳步停下，詫異的轉(zhuǎn)身，“父親，您怎么還沒休息？”                                                                                                             “我在等你?！崩蠈④娔杲畔?，腰板卻依舊筆直，只是花白的頭發(fā)與渾濁的眼掩不住的龍鐘。