Wen Yan's heartbeat beat faster in an instant, of course, not because of shyness, but nervousness.

At that moment, she thought that the man in front of her had already understood everything.

She settled down and found that Xiao He's expression was no different from usual.

She pursed her lips slightly, and the corners of her lips slowly hooked: "Yes," she took his hand, her soft fingertips rubbed against the back of his hand, leaned over slightly, and whispered in his ear, "It's a pity that a week has come, it seems that it is time for me to leave." ”

With that, she went to the bedroom.

When she came out again, she was completely refreshed.

The light makeup is fresh, and the black dress is dignified and decent.

Xiao He sat in the living room smoking, and when he saw her come out, his dark eyes fell.

The gentle figure walked up to him, leaning over slowly, strands of hair brushing his cheeks.

"Goodbye, Mr. Shaw. ”

Along with these words was a light kiss that landed on his cheek.

She straightened up, without the slightest nostalgia, and turned away.

Xiao He didn't say a word, and looked at her leaving figure in silence.

The cigarette in his hand was almost burning, and his eyes fell on the scarlet, and he didn't know what he remembered.

He raised his hand slowly, and the scarlet cigarette butt ran over the glass ashtray, and the flame was quickly extinguished.

......

Wen Yan sat in the taxi, looking out the window with a faint look in her eyes.

It's all done, but she doesn't seem very happy.

She suddenly felt tired, even dazed.

She stared blankly at the transparent car window, and the scenery outside the window kept receding, and the scenes were like fast shots in a movie.

At this time, her mobile phone rang suddenly.

She snapped back to her senses, thinking it was him calling, with a look of anticipation in her eyes that she didn't even notice.

When she saw the call, the light in her eyes dimmed, her brows couldn't help twitching, and Fang Cai's dazed mood immediately ran away without a trace.

"What are you doing with this gentleman?" she picked up the phone angrily.

The person on the other end of the line seemed stunned, then chuckled lowly.

"Who you off early in the morning?" he said in a low, languid voice with a playful smile.

"There's something to talk about. Wen Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Tsk, what did you promise me last time, forgot?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered the last time she promised to invite him to dinner.

At that time, she was in Xiao He's house, and in order to perfunctory Duan Chen, she agreed so readily, who knew that this master was really serious.

Once the word is spoken, it is difficult to take it back.

It's just a breakfast, and it's not a big deal.

"I haven't forgotten," she pouted, looking out the window of the car, almost to her house, "where are you?

Hardly any hesitation, Duan Chen said, "I'll pick you up." ”

As soon as Wen Yan hung up the phone, he received WeChat on his mobile phone.

It was sent by Wen Yue.

[Sister, what time are you home today?]

Wen Yan told her sister that she was going on a business trip for a week, and today happened to be the seventh day, Wen Yue sent a WeChat message to ask her what time she would go home, and it seemed that she was counting the days when she went home with her fingers.

Seeing her sister's message, Wen Yan showed a real smile, and she quickly replied.

[I got home before noon.] 】

[Okay!]

Wen Yan put down her phone and sighed softly.

For Xiaoyue, for her parents, she doesn't regret all this.

She waited at the gate of the community for less than five minutes, and Duan Chen arrived.

It's a supercar again, not the Porsche from last time, this time it's a fiery red Ferrari, and it's almost blinding her.

Rich people really know how to play.

Wen Yan got into the car under the pressure of the envious eyes of passers-by.

As soon as she got in the car, before she could speak, Duan Chen's gaze suddenly froze: "What's wrong with your face?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that her face was probably still swollen, and she casually found a reason: "I accidentally bumped into the door." ”

Duan Chen's eyes were thoughtful, and the slap prints were faintly visible on her face, and when she heard it, she knew that she was not telling the truth.

There was a sudden silence in the atmosphere.

"What does Mr. Xiao Duan want to have for breakfast?" Wen Yan changed the subject.

Duan Chen glanced at her deeply and retracted his gaze: "You'll know when you go." ”

Well, Wen Yan didn't want to ask anymore.

She clearly felt Duan Chen's mood change, although she didn't know why.

Maybe men are irritable for a few days a month.

I have to say that the feeling of riding a supercar is really different from that of an ordinary car.

She leaned back in her chair and straightened her legs comfortably. At first, she looked at the interior of the car with great interest, but then she felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep in a daze.

By the time she woke up again, the Ferrari had already stopped.

Duan Chen's white coat was covered on her at some point, with a faint smell of citrus and bergamot.

"Wake up. Duan Chen looked at her sideways, one elbow landed on the steering wheel, the back of his hand was weakly propped up on his head, his posture was leisurely, his eyes were soft, and he had a lazy smile on his face.

The morning sun fell on his hair, and his jade-like face seemed to have its own light, handsome and bewitching.

This man looks really a disaster for the country and the people, elegant and arrogant, lazy and wanton, he is simply a male vixen, he should be able to ask for at least 50,000 yuan when he goes to a nightclub, Wen Yan thought very abruptly.

Thinking of this, she suddenly couldn't help it, at first she just pursed her lips and smiled, but then her shoulders began to tremble in the back, and finally she covered her face and laughed non-stop.

Duan Chen felt good about himself at first, after all, he had always been very confident in his appearance, looking at Wen Yan's stunned eyes just now, it was obviously with appreciation, but later, this woman began to laugh inexplicably, and she was out of control.

His instincts told him that it was certainly not a good thing.

"Share happy things and you'll be twice as happy. Come, tell me what makes you so happy?" Duan Chen looked at her with a smile.

Even though he knew it wasn't a good thing, he felt satisfied to see her smile so happily.

"Ahem, I think it's better for you not to know, otherwise it will become my happiness based on your unhappiness. Xu is atmosphere was too harmonious, Wen Yan forgot his identity for a while, and couldn't help but pout.

Duan Chen was stunned, smiled helplessly, and rubbed her head.

When he withdrew his hand, Wen Yan realized that he seemed to have touched his head just now.

Is her relationship with him familiar to this extent? Or is this one of the necessary techniques for the rich second generation to flirt with girls?

"Alright, get off. Duan Chen didn't seem to feel anything, let alone notice the subtle change in her expression.

The car stopped on the side of the road, Wen Yan got out of the car, and followed Duan Chen into an alley.

She thought that Duan Chen was going to slaughter her, and it was estimated that she would go to some high-end restaurants, but the dilapidated alley in front of her made Wen Yan unsure.

What kind of high-end restaurants can you have in this kind of place?

There are a lot of breakfast stalls in the alley, from steamed buns and soy milk cold skin egg cakes that you can eat on the road, as well as fried noodles and sausages with soup noodles and various porridges that you can eat on small tables.

Could it be that this master wants to experience the life of the grassroots people?

Wen Yan guessed as he walked.

After walking for more than fifty meters, passing by more than a dozen breakfast shops, Duan Chen didn't stop. Wen Yan became more and more puzzled.

"Haven't you arrived yet?" she couldn't help but ask.

"It's coming. Duan Chen looked sideways at her.

Wen Yan didn't speak again.

After walking for another ten meters, Duan Chen finally stopped.

He stood in front of an old couple with a large steamer in front of them, and there were many small white things in the steamer, like food made of rice milk.

"Old man, I want two copies, thank you. Duan Chen bent down slightly and said to the old couple very politely.

"Okay. The old woman replied with a smile, the frown on her face stretched out, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Wen Yan watched as the old grandmother took a disposable lunch box, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and sandwiched those millet fruits into the lunch box one by one. After filling the layer, she scooped some black soup from the stainless steel pot next to the steamer and poured it on top of the rice crackers, which still had particles in the soup that looked like pickled dried radishes or something.

After scooping up the soup, the old grandmother continued to stack millet fruits.

After three cycles, the lunch box was full, and the old woman looked at it and added a few more to it, stacking it like a hill.

Soon, both lunch boxes were stacked to the brim.

Duan Chen paid the money, politely took the restaurant, looked at Wen Yan, and motioned for her to sit down at the small table next to her.

The small boxy square table, with a thin layer of wood, looks like the old man built it himself, and next to it are two red plastic chairs.

Wen Yan glanced at the table and chair, and then looked at her dress, she either hated this place, or felt that this skirt was made of satin fabric, and if it got oil, it probably wouldn't be washed off.

She only hesitated, and finally sat down.

Duan Chen didn't care, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white wrist, and a long leg casually straddled, his posture was extremely handsome.

A tall man in white clothes and white pants, and a woman in a brand-name black dress, sat at an inconspicuous breakfast stall early in the morning, eating breakfast comfortably, which was really a spectacle, which naturally attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Duan Chen didn't seem to care, he looked at her, his always lazy eyes seemed to have some kind of eager light at this time, he stared into her eyes, and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Yan was a little confused, this thing is naturally unpalatable, but if you want to say how delicious it is, there is really no one. Gadgets made of rice milk have a soft and glutinous taste, with a rice fragrance, and the pickled radish sauce is salty and refreshing, and when paired together, the taste is really good. So is it so delicious that the man in front of him drove a sports car for an hour to eat?

Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, Wen Yan knew that what Duan Chen wanted to hear at this moment would definitely not be a negative answer.

Without much hesitation, she smiled and nodded: "It's delicious." ”

Duan Chen looked at the social smile on her face and knew what she really thought.

He sighed imperceptibly, his picturesque eyes lowered slightly, and after a moment of silence, he raised his eyes to look at her again, and smiled slightly: "Well, if you like, eat more." ”

Wen Yan nodded. For some reason, she felt that Duan Chen didn't seem to be very happy after hearing her answer, or rather, a little sad.

She was startled by the sudden thought of herself.

This rich second generation who doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking, and has spare time to travel through the two urban districts to eat an unknown down-to-earth breakfast, what's so sad.

If he is sad, it is probably because he doesn't breathe enough air, a social animal like her, it's too late to make money every day, and he doesn't have time to be sad for breakfast.

With such a set of logic and self-consistency, Wen Yan felt that it made sense, so he didn't ask any more.

After breakfast, Duan Chen sent Wen Yan home.

Along the way, Duan Chen didn't speak, until he passed by a pharmacy, he said to her, "Wait for me for a while", and then got out of the car and walked to the pharmacy.

A few minutes later he came out, with medicine in his hand, ointment to reduce swelling and stasis.

The ointment was stuffed into Wen Yan's hand, and Duan Chen said lightly: "Remember to apply it before going to bed at night." ”

After that, he didn't speak again.

The car continued to drive, the car was very quiet, Wen Yan glanced at him a few times, and saw that his expression had been faint.

Finally, she couldn't help but ask.

"Are you not happy?"

Duan Chen was obviously a little surprised, he was stunned, and soon laughed, not the usual lazy and wanton kind of laughter, but like a little helpless.

His gaze fell on Wen Yan's face for a few seconds, and then he quickly turned his head to look at the road ahead, his voice was gentle with a faint smile: "You have discovered this?

Wen Yan curled his lips and smiled: "We Chinese call this observation of words and colors." ”

"What do you call Chinese? I'm also Chinese, okay?" He grumbled with a smile.

"Didn't you grow up abroad?" she asked.

"I lived in China for a period of time when I was a child," Duan Chen seemed to remember something from the past, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his pupils flashed slightly, "A memory that I will never forget in my life." ”

Wen Yan sighed, but she didn't ask, she didn't gossip so much, and asked about the private affairs of a person who couldn't be a friend.

Talking shallow and deep is a taboo in interpersonal communication.

She was silent for a moment, and suddenly it occurred to her that she had been led astray by him, and he hadn't answered her question yet!

He avoided talking about it, and it seemed that he didn't want to say it.

The sports car continued to drive forward, and the car was quiet for a moment, but Duan Chen spoke again.

"If you had an agreement with someone else when you were a child, and when you grew up, that person forgot about you, would you be sad?"

His voice was faint, and his gaze kept falling on the street ahead.

There are more cars and pedestrians on the road, and this will be the rush hour for work, so even if it is a supercar, it can only move forward at a suffocated and aggrieved speed, parallel to the Alto next to it.

Suddenly hearing such a question, Wen Yan was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly "snorted".

"What's there to be sad about? Could it be that if the other party forgets you, the earth won't turn, and your life won't continue?"

Duan Chen turned his head to look at her, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this called standing and talking without backache?"

Wen Yan shrugged: "I'm sitting in a supercar now, and I can't stand up even if I want to." ”

Seeing her change her concept, he smiled softly and did not expose her.

"Where do you work?" he said, changing the subject.

"I thought your email had all my files lying in it. She raised an eyebrow at him.

After the Tang family's "chance encounter", she became suspicious, and then she received a call from Duan Chen, and then she was sure that Duan Chen must have investigated her.

"You're still so smart. was exposed, and he didn't feel embarrassed and replied with a smile.

She didn't notice what he said "or", she thought he was indirectly admitting, so she asked, "License plate?"

He hummed and admitted directly.

The first time he accidentally crashed, he wrote down her license plate number, and as for checking her personal information later, it was naturally a matter of pushing the boat down the river.

"With your talent, you can go to a bigger company. "He's not going around in circles anymore.

"Huh?" Wen Yan was stunned, then laughed, "Could it be that Mr. Xiao Duan wants to dig into my boss's corner?"

The corners of Duan Chen's lips were curved, and his peach blossom eyes were shining: "Yes, I love Miss Wen...... The talent is thirsty. ”

In these years, few people will use this kind of old-school wording, admiring so-and-so's talent, which sounds like a line in a costume TV series.

The word love sounds quite ambiguous, but Wen Yan's focus is not on this, she was silent, and suddenly asked seriously: "Were you forced to memorize a lot of ancient poems and idioms when you were a child?"

Duan Chen turned his head to look at her, his eyes widened slightly, and his gaze was slightly surprised: "Do you remember?"

"Huh?" Wen Yan thought his answer was a little strange, she thought he wanted to ask her why she knew, so she didn't think much about it, and continued, "Because you really like to speak idioms, we've only met three times, but you've said more than five, six, seven, or eight idioms. ”

Hearing her answer, Duan Chen seemed a little disappointed.

As if to hide his emotions, he squinted slightly and smiled, still with that suave appearance, and his tone was lazy and wanton: "It turns out that you care so much about my words, you even remember how many idioms I said." ”

Wen Yan resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said perfunctorily: "If you want to think about love, you can just be happy." ”

Duan Chen smiled softly: "No, I think it's more important for you to be happy." ”

Wen Yan pursed her lips, deliberately raised her eyebrows and made a romantic appearance: "I don't want you to think, I want me to feel." ”

Duan Chen laughed heartily: "Don't think I haven't watched domestic variety shows." ”

This was beyond Wen Yan's expectations, he even knew about this stalk.

She glared at him angrily, and then felt that her behavior seemed to be very childish, like a child who had lost a fight, and she laughed out loud when she thought of this.

The outside of the car is still busy, and the atmosphere inside the car is relaxed, if it weren't for the warm mobile phone ringing, maybe this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere can last for a while.

It was him who called.

As soon as Wen Yan saw the call, his face sank slightly, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

He called her at this time and explained that something was probably wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as she picked up the phone, there was a deep male voice with suppressed anger coming from there.

"Wen Yan, I'll be at the company right away. The man said only that, and hung up.

Wen Yandai's eyebrows furrowed, and her expression was slightly condensed.

"Something?" Duan Chen asked.

She shook her head, "It's okay. ”

"Wen Yan," Duan Chen's tone became unusually serious, "I told you last time that no matter what you want to do, I will help you." I'm not kidding. ”

Wen Yan was surprised, of course she remembered what he said, at that time she thought it was his flirtatious words, but now that she heard him mention it again, she faintly felt that things didn't seem to be what she thought.

"Why?" she couldn't help but ask.

Duan Chen turned his head to look at him, his gaze falling on her face.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she feels that his eyes can almost be said to be affectionate, and under that affection, there is a vague sadness.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to take a closer look, so Duan Chen looked away.

He smiled slightly: "You just need to remember this sentence." ”

It must be false to say that she doesn't doubt it, after all, she and Duan Chen have only met a few times, even if she is the reincarnation of Daji, she doesn't think that she can fascinate people in a few faces. What's more, she has always been self-aware, she is beautiful, but not so beautiful that she can deceive people.

What's more, she is well versed in human nature, especially the capitalist class. A man, and a son of a wealthy family who grew up in the capitalist class and received an elite education, will never easily pay an unequal price for getting a woman, no matter how beautiful the woman is.

Beauty is a resource, but it is also a double-edged sword. A woman who is good at using her beauty can certainly bring benefits to herself, but if she regards her beauty as an invincible capital, she will only pay the biggest price in the end.

Wen Yan looked at Duan Chen suspiciously, his face turned sideways, and his gaze fell on the road ahead. His side face lines are elegant, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, the bridge of his nose is straight and thin, and his thin lips are elegant.

Why does she feel that this face seems a little familiar?

After being silent for a long time, she suddenly said faintly: "You shouldn't be the baby kiss that my parents have ordered for me since I was a child, right?"

This is a joke, of course.

Duan Chen blinked, and then laughed: "Why is your imagination so rich?"

Wen Yan smiled perfunctorily and did not speak again. She wasn't in the mood to think about Duan Chen's words now.

After returning home, Wen Yan found that Wen Yue was not at home, her heart jumped, and she immediately called her phone.

No one answered the phone for a long time, and Wen Yan's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Fortunately, when the phone was about to hang up automatically, someone picked it up.

"Xiaoyue, where are you?" Wen Yan almost yelled.

Wen Yue on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned, and then said timidly: "I, Aunt Zhou and I are shopping for vegetables in the vegetable market, sister, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

His feet went limp, and he sat down on the sofa.

She pinched her eyebrows, and her voice was a little tired: "It's okay, why did you go to the vegetable market?"

"I want to learn how to cook with Aunt Zhou, and make it for you......" Wen Yue's voice became smaller and smaller.

Wen Yan suddenly understood.

Over the years, Wen Yue has undergone several surgeries one after another, and every time she has surgery, she will ask her where the money comes from, Wen Yan did not tell her, only said that she should be relieved to have surgery, and don't worry about other things. But Wen Yue has been a kind and sensible child since she was a child, she is depressed after every operation, and Wen Yan thought she was uncomfortable after the operation.

Now that I think about it, it should be that she feels guilty in her heart.

For such a sensitive and kind sister, Wen Yan didn't know what to say to comfort her for a while.

After a moment of silence, she pretended to smile lightly: "Okay, then the kitchen at home will be handed over to you, and whoever marries our Xiaoyue in the future will be really happy." ”

Wen Yue on the other end should be shy, and her voice was a little shy: "Sister, you have said that you have gone there......"

After confirming Wen Yue's safety, Wen Yan was completely relieved. After chatting with my sister for a while, I hung up the phone.

She hurriedly changed her clothes and went downstairs to stop the car.

Thirty minutes later, Wen Yan came to the company.

She took the elevator directly to the chairman's office on the top floor, knocked on the door, and after getting an answer from inside, she pushed the door open.

A man in a black suit stood in front of the glass window, his figure was not very tall, but it gave people a sense of oppression.

"Mr. Sheng. Wen Yan took the initiative to speak.

Sheng Yu turned around, and his cold gaze fell on Wen Yan's face.

Wen Yan pursed her lips unconsciously, she instinctively feared him. Even after working under him for several years, every time she saw him, she still felt very oppressed.

She feared him, not because he was her boss, but because he was her creditor. To be precise, it was her father's creditor, but her father had died, and her mother had also died, and this debt could only fall on her.

Sheng Yu is not the same as ordinary creditors, he is a creditor who is kind to her family.

Back then, Wen's father was blocked by the creditor on the construction site, unfortunately hit by a scaffolding, and died before he was sent to the hospital. However, the creditors will not give up collecting debts because they are gone, they chase Wen Yan's house and ask Wen Yan to repay the debt, otherwise, they will block her door every day.

There are everyone who collects debts, the regular ones are just blocking her door, and the informal ones even threaten and intimidate them, doing everything they can.

Wen Yan could withstand it herself, but Wen Yue was only 12 years old at the time, and she already had a heart attack, and her condition deteriorated further by being frightened by debt collectors. Wen Yan wanted to take her to the hospital, but those people didn't let them go at all.

In the most desperate time, Sheng Yu appeared.

He proposed a deal to Wen Yan, he could help her pay off her father's debt, he could also help Wen Yue pay for the surgery, and even he was willing to provide for Wen Yan to go to college, but there was one condition, Wen Yan needed to work for him in the next ten years. If he defaults halfway, Wen Yan needs to return the debt he has paid.

Wen Yan didn't believe him at first, you know, her father owed a debt of 30 million. 30 million, in exchange for her to work for him for ten years, this condition is not real no matter how you look at it.

However, Sheng Yu is very sincere.

He directly drafted the contract and asked Wen Yan to think about it slowly, and then sign it after thinking it through.

The situation at that time did not allow Wen Yan to think about it slowly, she had no choice, this was her only way out.

After confirming the details, Wen Yan signed the contract.

After graduating from university, Wen Yan entered Shengshi Design, starting from the grassroots level to achieve the current project manager position, and there is nothing special about the work.

Until this time, Sheng Yu asked her to win the Science and Technology Innovation Park project of Yuncheng Group.

Although the project was not easy, she won it anyway.

But Sheng Yu didn't just want the project, in addition to winning the project, he also asked her to do another thing......

"Do you know why I called you?" Sheng Yu's face was dark, and his eyes fell on her face.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "Is there a problem with that bidding plan?"

The bidding plan she said was the Science and Technology Innovation Park project that Xiao He was bidding for.

A week ago, she received a call from Sheng Yu, asking her to get Xiao He's bid within a week.

"Do you know what Xiao He's bid price is?" Sheng Yu looked sarcastic.

Wen Yan frowned and did not speak, waiting for his answer.

"His bid price was one dollar less than the bidding control price. Sheng Yu snorted lightly.

Wen Yan's eyes widened in surprise.

The bidding control price is public, and no one will make a bid that is almost equal to the control price, which is equivalent to scrapping the bid. Of course, it is impossible for Xiao He to give up this project, is it ......

"Yes, you guessed it right, he did it on purpose, deliberately to get you a fake bid. Sheng Yu slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but show a wry smile.

It turned out that he had known for a long time, and she thought she had set up a game, but she didn't know that she was already in his game within a game.

But after learning that the bid was fake, she felt a sense of relief.

Her eyes moved slightly, and when she raised her eyes and saw Sheng Yu's eyes as cold as snakes, her heart jumped suddenly.

"Wen Yue's body is recovering well, right?" Sheng Yu suddenly changed the topic, with a smile in his cold eyes, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Since her body is much better, it is time for her family to know, after all, it is a family." ”

A chill instantly appeared in Wen Yan's heart: "No!"

Sheng Yu raised his head to look at her, his eyes dark: "Wen Yan, you messed things up." Everything has a price, and after all these years, I thought you would have understood this truth for a long time. ”

"Mr. Sheng," Wen Yan endured the surging anger and fear in her heart, but she was so helpless, "Please give me another chance." ”

Sheng Yu was waiting for her words.

He closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

Wen Yan knew that this was a psychological game. But she had already lost all the capital of the game eight years ago. For the sake of her deceased parents, for Wen Yue, she has no regrets.

Without Wen Yue, without Mom and Dad, there would be no Wen Yan today.

After a while, Sheng Yu opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Wen Yan's face, and a terrifying smile rippled from the bottom of his deep eyes.