When she arrived at the Jiang Group, it was noon, Bingqing's heart was filled with sadness, from last night to noon today, she only drank a bowl of ginger soup and two mouthfuls of soy milk, and never ate anything else.

Even when it came to meals, she still didn't feel the slightest hunger.

Since yesterday, Eno Fan coldly proposed to break up with her, leaving her alone in the rain and crying.

She thought of a hundred and a thousand scenarios of meeting again, but she never thought that she would take the initiative to come to him.

However, what to do, she just appeared at the front desk of the Jiang building by ghost, and asked the receptionist about Jiang Yefan's whereabouts.

The receptionist recognized her at a glance, a trace of disdain flashed in her delicate eyes, and she quickly became calm and honestly called her assistant.

hung up the phone and said to her politely: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang is in a meeting and can't see you." After saying this, Bingqing, who looked at the wolf bèi, quietly despised her, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang's plane at one o'clock in the afternoon, he will go directly to the airport after the meeting, and he doesn't even have time to have lunch." "Not to mention meeting someone who didn't have an appointment.

After she finished speaking, she saw that Bingqing was still there, and she began to be impatient. There are not a few women like her who come to find Jiang Yefan, and there is only one reason for this, which is that she was abandoned by him.

Although the news has not come out, looking at her dejected appearance, I am afraid it will not be too long before the relationship breakdown announced to the world.

The front desk no longer paid attention to her, picked up the small round mirror powder at hand, and touched up her makeup.

Bingqing's hand on the stage slowly fell, and her eyes began to moisten again, and the emptiness and uncomfortable remnants of the river and sea swept away her last trace of reason.

She bit her lower lip, holding back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, but a tear still ran down her cheek and fell to the corner of her mouth. She wiped away the salty tears with the back of her hand, and her index finger fell to her mouth, where she bit hard.

The deep tooth marks on her fingers soothed the indescribable pain in her heart.

She looked up at the closed elevator door, lowered her eyelids, and turned slowly.

Leave? She was too unwilling. Even if it is a breakup, she should be given a reasonable explanation.

She Liu Bingqing, what a proud person, how could she be dumped for no reason!

Just as she turned around, ready to leave unwillingly.

The elevator door behind him slowly opened.

Seven or eight people came out of it. Jiang Yefan casually flipped through the text in his hand, took the pen handed by the assistant, and danced on the text, signing or correcting.

He only looked at Wen Jiàn seriously, his face expressionless, as if the first-class things in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The managers or directors who followed him were all silent, for fear that one of their movements would be too loud and provoke the boss's direct gaze without anger.

Several people followed him like a tiger, recalling the meeting that had just ended, and they were all still frightened and palpitating.

Jiang Yefan is usually not smiling in the company, but he has never thought that he is the same as today, since he entered the company, he has a cold face, and the people below greet him, and he can usually nod or bend the corners of his lips perfunctorily.

And today, we all turn a blind eye to a qiē person, even when we are in a meeting. Whoever stands in front of the screen and explains the analysis, he will stare at whoever he can freeze. The person who was so embarrassed to explain only felt cold and swishing, and he didn't dare to end it hastily.

After a meeting, nine out of ten people were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat. Except for the remaining one, the cold air around him can change the room temperature by a degree.

When Eno Fan walked out of the elevator, he was signing the text jiàn. His pen fell to the last stroke, and suddenly stopped, and the pen ball sank into the paper, poking a black nib hole.

He paused slightly, slowly raised his dense jet-black eyelashes, and a depressed back was reflected in his dazzling black pupils.

The woman was wearing a white T-shirt, a black knee-length puff skirt, and white sneakers. It was a pair of somewhat worn sneakers. (To be continued.) )