Although Jenny and the others had just arrived in Beijing, it was said that the host should not drag on the banquet too long, but the topic they were talking about was so attractive that even the old Jianghu like Producer Zhang was a little oblique, and it was not until late at night that the meeting was dismissed - this is also because Jenny had agreed to attend the two dinners in a few days, and several of the big names present were also invited, otherwise, I am afraid that these 'evil guests' would not have left so easily.

"I'm really sorry to delay your trip tomorrow," said Producer Zhang, who was a little embarrassed as he said goodbye to Jeanne, and motioned for the translator to convey his apologies to Cesare. "Another day, when Lao Zhang gets out, we will treat you to a good meal to make amends."

"We're still in the jet lag, but it's hard for you, Mr. Zhang, to accompany the guests so late." Jenny said with a smile, and Cesare nodded politely, and spoke directly to Producer Zhang in English. "It was a great evening and hopefully we can meet again soon."

When they came out of the clubhouse, it was already August 8th, and when they returned to the Four Seasons Hotel, it was already close to one o'clock in the evening, and according to Jenny's schedule, she was going to sleep anyway, but according to the biological clock, it was time for her to be refreshed. When Jenny walked into the reception room, she didn't want to rest for a while-tonight was undoubtedly a big stimulus for her, after leaving the dinner, there was less work distraction, and her thoughts rushed all the way to her previous life without hindrance: dominance, goldfinger, homecoming, ex-husband, son...... These topics that she suppressed in the depths of her heart suddenly regained weight, and the waves that rose and fell in her heart made her even have a kind of desire to talk like a fish in her throat and not vomit unpleasantly. Mom's blood, too he. Mom is dramatic, she hasn't spoken to anyone in seven years, and tonight ...... Seriously, and tonight-

The bodyguard team had already gone to rest, and she and Cesare had entered and exited the hotel under the arrangement of Producer Zhang, so there was no one to accompany them in the elevator all the way, however, none of them spoke, and Jeanne was full of worries and emotions, and Cesare ...... She didn't know what he was thinking, she guessed that his worldview must have taken a small impact today, no matter what he thought before, and now to continue to pretend not to notice her abnormality, the difficulty must have skyrocketed.

Cesare stayed a few steps behind her, closed the door, and Jeanne stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against the wide glass curtain wall, as he watched him head to his suite—he didn't seem to mean to ask her anything, but rather her impulse came from somewhere—to be honest, the busyness of the day had worn out her rationality and prudence, and Jeanne didn't think much of it, and asked, "So, don't you have anything to ask me, Cesare?" ”

Cesare's footsteps paused at the door of the suite, and he turned at a slower pace than usual, and Jenny, as always, couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment of importance.

"So, is there anything you want to tell me?" He asked rhetorically.

Cesare did not approach, but leaned against his door—a rather unusual gesture for him, and most of the time, Cesare stood straight, seemingly with a deep hatred for any surface of the earth. It seems, like every moment in the past when the mask slipped off and revealed his true self under the cover of darkness, illness, and even alcohol and tobacco, even he became a little out of kind under the fatigue after a long flight and a busy journey.

The light in the room was similarly shaded, and Cesare's cheeks were lit up by neon in the warm yellow flow of the floor lamp, and Jeanne looked at him, absentmindedly wondering how he would react if he were to be open and honest about everything—maybe he would send her to a mental hospital and take over a huge fortune as a matter of course, maybe he would quit the big dream and refuse to cooperate with a mentally ill person, maybe he would even make everything public and cause her great trouble.

"If you want to ask." She said.

Cesare seemed to be smiling, his face lowered so that most of his cheeks were hidden in the shadows, and Jeanne could no longer spy on his expression, and she took a step towards him, but her feet paused in mid-air, and Jeanne found herself so deeply attached to the glass curtain that she could not part with it.

"If you want to say." After a brief moment of silence, he adjusted his position to lean more easily towards the door frame, and Jenny suddenly remembered that a few months ago, he leaned against the door in a similar position and said to her, 'Strive for excellence' - she didn't know if she would have gone to the psychiatrist without him. Nine, she will eventually choose not to go.

"It looks like this conversation is about to go into an endless loop," she said, "and it's going to go on forever." ”

"It looks like so." Cesare agreed conservatively.

They looked at each other in the dim air, and the problems they had accumulated over the years were like scattered bricks, piling up tall castles over time, so that no one could ignore them: every unreasonable choice she made, every surprising skill she mastered, topics they had never talked about, seemed to have reached a point where one more step forward for either her or Cesare would be enough to push the door open.

"But you don't seem to really want to ask." She said as she observed Cesare.

"Because you seem to have doubts about whether to say it or not." This time, instead of a tongue twister, Cesare straightened up, and instead of approaching Jeanne directly, he stepped out of an arc and walked towards the coffee table, but still narrowed the distance between the two - and Jeanne moved almost instinctively towards where Cesare came from, allowing her and Cesare to form a circular motion: a literal loop.

"Maybe it's because I'm ...... I'm afraid you won't be able to accept this answer. Jeanne said, pausing in awkwardness, but Cesare stopped trying to approach her, only smirking triumphantly at her.

"Well," he said, instead of chasing after him, he slowly conceded some of his advantage, "maybe I don't want to know that much, because ...... I don't say that often, but maybe I'm even afraid to face the truth in this matter. ”

"Afraid to face the truth." Jenny repeated.

"Yes, scared." Cesare himself seemed to chew on the word - it was obviously very rare to associate it with him.

"Why?" Jenny asked.

"Because I have a feeling......," said Cesare, "no, or by logical reasoning—I cannot justify your actions, so your answer must be very unreasonable, I suspect that it will have an impact on my worldview...... And if I accept it - it's hard for me to imagine at the moment - then the person who suffers is me, I have to make adjustments, I have to reshape my outlook on life, if I don't accept it, the person who hurts will be you, whatever the answer is, it's obviously a secret, and you open the secret to me, and what you want is not questioning, but acceptance and support. So, perhaps the best way to let this problem continue is to avoid a win-win situation. ”

Cesare and his lovely logic—Jeanne couldn't help but smile, and she felt a hint of nervousness in his tone—it seemed that his fear and avoidance of 'reinventing the worldview' were indeed not adulterated.

"Okay." She slowly lengthened her tone, "Looks like you're right—"

Cesare's face pale, and Jeanne burst out laughing, and she exclaimed, "How many conjectures you have, oh, Cesare, I wish I knew how many ridiculous imaginations you had swirled around in your head—I knew you would never tell me." ”

Cesare, of course, would never admit that he had a moment of 'ridiculous conjecture', and he said, "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Jeanne interrupted him with a wicked smile, and she took the initiative to step towards Cesare and walked to the center of the meeting room, "But, there is a problem that we cannot avoid - if you don't know my secrets, then I can't explain some of my thoughts to you, we can't take advantage of some situations to gain more money, you know that I am not only busy, but also not as smart as you, and you are the real expert in these things. ”

Now, it was Cesare's turn to instinctively take a step back, but his pride—it was definitely his pride—made him stop the faint retreat at once, and immediately straightened up and lifted his chin.

"I guess ......," he said, walking toward Jenny, "we don't need to talk about it, we can solve the problems it causes at work, don't we?" I know that you are a smart, sensible and calm professional, with an absolutely normal mental state, and you have a ...... about the future situation and the movie Unique predictions—"

The phrase 'sometimes foreseeing the future' hung between the rapidly shrinking distance between the two, and Jeanne's lips curled up as she tried to speak, but Cesare interrupted her.

"And after all the years of our cooperation, you have proven you right again and again," he said, meeting Jenny at the couch and looking down at her condescendingly, "and I believe all your predictions without reservation, without analysis, without persuasion, and I believe what you say - you have always sold your instincts, and now you might as well think that I am the most ardent believer in this theory, and I will unreservedly trust your instincts in the first place, and take them as my code of conduct." You told me it was going to snow tomorrow, so I'm going to buy a coat now—"

Jenny couldn't help but laugh, and she stood on her tiptoes slightly so that she didn't have to tilt her head high to meet Cesare's eyes. "What if I said Obama would be the first black president in the history of the United States?"

"Then I'll buy a lottery ticket right away." Cesare said without thinking, he glanced at Jenny again, and suddenly became a little suspicious, "Of course, if you are not joking, are you joking?" ”

"I'm not," said Jenny at once, "of course I'm not, ha-I'm sorry, it's just-"

She didn't want to laugh, and she didn't know what was so funny about the situation - Cesare might call buying a lottery ticket a 'financial investment with the confidence of winning,' but the idea of him gambling was funny enough, because she had so hard to endure that she lost her balance, and Cesare put an arm around her shoulder to help her get back on her feet.

"I'm sorry." Jenny said she still couldn't help but laugh: Cesare, buy a lottery ticket.

"It's fine." Cesare said.

His tie fell from the hem of his coat and onto Jenny's collarbone.

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, and Jeanne stopped looking at him, she turned her eyes to stare at the somewhat loose tie clip in front of her, and suddenly she smelled Cesare's familiar and refreshing cologne: on long flights, he would spray some as a courtesy, and Cesare had always preferred a slightly salty sea salt base.

Cesare let go of her hand, she took a step back, realizing that it didn't make sense, they were partners, and she didn't know if Cesare had been in a relationship recently, he seemed to have broken up with his emoji girlfriend, but it was unknown if there was a new love, Cesare had always been quite secretive about his private affairs.

"So." She said, squeezing out a smile.

"It's already 1:15." Cesare took his tie off and straightened up again, his tone rather ordinary. "If you move faster, you'll have seven hours of sleep - good night, Jenny, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Jenny said—and she quickened her pace into her King's suite.