Song Yu is almost sixty years old, and once a person reaches this age, many problems can be seen clearly.

In his opinion, Jian Nuo is a kind and well-behaved child, even if he has a stunning appearance, he is never proud of himself.

The first time he saw Feng Yuchen, he felt that he was a good match for Jian Nuo, not to mention that something like that happened, he didn't believe that a man would not have feelings for such an excellent girl.

It's just that Jian Nuo, who heard these words, made her panic.

"Maybe. She just used these words lightly perfunctory. In fact, it was a lie.

She wanted to skip the topic immediately, but she couldn't bear Song Yu to worry.

Song Yu will definitely know the fact that she is with Feng Yuchen, but if he tells him that he is just a fertility tool in Feng Yuchen's eyes, an emotionless "collateral", then Song Yu will be upset for her?

Will he even tell her father one day?

"Uncle Song, your cigarettes are very good, can you help me buy a few more packs?" She had already walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, her back to Song Yu, not wanting him to see her expression.

In fact, even she didn't know what her expression was at the moment, whether it was crying, laughing, or twisting her stiff facial muscles, like a living joke......

Song Yu took a long breath, and he felt a little remorseful for the words he had just said.

"I'd better buy a few packs of ladies for the eldest lady, too strong cigarettes are not good for girls. Without waiting for Jano to answer, he left the office with apologetic steps.

The air was surprisingly quiet.

Alone, Jane Nuo leaned against the bookcase to the side, her blurry shadow reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass window in front of her.

The migraine began to attack again, and the picture with Feng Yuchen and the contract were like devils, holding her.

But fortunately, she doesn't love this man either.

She has her own self-esteem. And this self-esteem is that she can choose not to fall in love with this man who makes him sell his body!

"Ding-"

The sound of mobile phone messages rings.

Jian Nuo swiped the page, but the next second showed a rare smile.

The message says: Boston lobster is about to graduate, and there is a picture of Boston lobster below.

Jano replied: Congratulations.

"Boston Lobster" is the other party's screen name, and Jian Nuo has known him for four years, but he has never seen him.

Boston lobster?

It's supposed to be a boy who looks a little regretful, right? But the other party is a Ph.D. in psychology at Harvard University, and he can make up for a lot of shortcomings if he is talented.

- I'm coming back soon.

- Is the money for the ticket enough? not enough for me to get into your account.

The other end hesitated for a moment, and replied: Thank you.

In the past four years, this boy has entrusted her to buy a lot of professional books in Chinese, and every time the boy gives money, Jian Nuo returns it. She knew that this boy was still working and studying, and she was not short of money at that time, and it was a good thing to help others.

What's more, this doctor of psychology also often answers questions to himself. She has not been happy in the past four years, but only when she chats with this boy, her mood is rarely comfortable.

- Lobster, do you say sex and love are two different things?

She had heard of Stockholm syndrome, and she feared that one day she would be under siege. In the face of sex, women are always much more vulnerable.

The other party was suddenly silent for a long time.

- Are you in love?

Jian Nuo's heart "chuckled".

- Nope.

- I'll be there tomorrow night, you come to pick me up at Haishi Airport!

The man who usually speaks softly, but this time he used an exclamation mark.

It's a command.

After a pause, the other side added: Don't reject me, or I will feel that the eight years of suffering at Harvard are worthless!

……

Supreme Clubhouse.

A man sits on a black couch, he skims through a brand new earnings report, gently still on the coffee table.

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips.

A woman in her thirties stood in front of her, leaning over slightly, very respectful.

"He Jingshu, you did a good job. ”

He Jingshu nodded modestly and asked, "Then what's the next step, sir?"