When Xia Qi arrived at the door of the president's office, she saw Secretary Tian. Secretary Tian stepped forward with a smile and said, "Miss Xia, do you want to see the president?" ”

"Hmm." Xia Qi nodded.

"The president is in there." Secretary Tian didn't stop Xia Qi, but reminded the other party, "The president is a little different from usual today, and he has hardly said anything from morning to now. ”

Although the president of his own family usually speaks very little, today he is even less.

"Thank you, Secretary Tian." Xia Qi thanked him, and under Secretary Tian's gaze, he walked to the door of the president's office.

Her hand pressed on the door, but she didn't push it open immediately, but after standing for a full three minutes, she pushed the door open as if she had mustered up enough courage.

Click!

A slight sound of the door opening sounded, and as the door opened, Xia Qi also saw the person she wanted to see.

He's sitting at a large desk, facing the computer, tapping on the keyboard, and doing something. On one side of the desk, there was her old bear doll.

Closing the door, Xia Qi walked towards Jun Jinyan step by step, and the closer he got closer, the heavier his steps became. It seemed that every step closer was exhausting all her strength.

However, his gaze was always looking at the computer screen and did not turn to her.

Xia Qi stood in front of the desk and didn't speak immediately, just looked at Jun Jinyan's side in a daze, and all the things in his mind were his indifferent gaze just now downstairs.

I don't know how long it took, but she didn't come back to her senses until the sound of the keyboard stopped, Jun Jinyan turned her face, and her dark eyes stared straight at her.

His eyes were still empty, as if he was simply looking at them, without any other emotion. Xia Qi only felt as if her chest was being pressed against something, so heavy that she was still a little out of breath.

The two men looked at each other like this, and neither of them spoke. Suddenly, Jun Jinyan suddenly frowned slightly, and then turned his head away.

Xia Qi bit her lip and said, "Sincerely, let's talk, okay?" ”

"Talk? What to talk about? He said lightly, "Don't you don't want my love anymore?" What else would you like to talk to me about? ”

She choked, "Maybe I shouldn't have said that...... But in vain, why can't we trust each other? These days, I'm trembling for the photograph ......"

As if he suddenly thought of something, he lowered his head and looked at the knotted bracelet on his wrist, "Because of those photos, you want to postpone your marriage?" And because of those photos, you have to rush to see Ye Nanqing at night? ”

She was stunned, she only said the photo, he actually ...... Can you guess?!

He raised his head and stared at her face again, "What is Ye Nanqing threatening you?" "It's obviously an extremely empty look, but it seems to be able to see through everything.

When Jun Jinyan asked this sentence, Xia Qi's body shook suddenly, and he couldn't even stop breathing.

The huge office was very silent, and he sat quietly, quietly waiting for her answer. And she, standing stiffly, looked at his clear but pale face, and said with some difficulty for a long time, "Postpone the marriage for a year, otherwise, the photos will be released." ”

His face turned even paler, "Have you seen all those photos?" ”

She nodded stiffly.

"So you're here to talk to me about the photo? Want to ask me why these photos were taken? Want to ask how many people I did it with? Or do you want to ask me, how dirty is it? As he spoke, his brows furrowed more and more, and his hands suddenly clenched his head, but his eyes were still fixed on her.

His head hurts, and just looking at her like this, his head hurts terribly. The longer I look at it, the worse the pain becomes.

But even if it hurts like this, he still wants to look at her! Even if you die of pain, you want to watch it! It's sad and ridiculous, it's a physical instinct, or ...... Is it the instinct of his soul? If man really has a soul!

Jun Jinyan gasped slightly, his fingers clutched his painful head, and his eyes stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

Xia Qi was startled, although Jun Jinyan's expression at this moment was still calm and indifferent, and his empty eyes didn't show anything unusual, but his hands holding his head had already burst out of the green tendons, and he could see that his fingers were grabbing his head extremely hard, and his fingers were almost as if they were about to be deeply inserted into the skull.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Qi asked hurriedly, bypassed the desk, and ran to Jun Jinyan.

"My head hurts." He muttered.

Headache?! Instinctively, she raised her hand and reached for him to hold his head in both hands, but before his fingertips could touch her hair, his right hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

He gripped it so tightly that she couldn't reach an inch further in her hand.

The pain spread from her wrist to her body. "Excuse me, let go, I just want to see if you have a fever or something." Xia Qi frowned and said.

Jun Jinyan suddenly stood up from the chair and pressed Xia Qi in front of the cabinet door on the side. His face enlarged in front of her eyes, and a slight cool breath sprayed on her face, "Even if I die of pain, so what? ”

Xia Qi looked at Jun Jinyan in a daze, and for a while, he couldn't say anything.

And Jun Jinyan lowered his head, and his eyes fell on her white neck, where there were a few red marks, although the color was light, but it could be seen that they were pinched by fingers.

That was last night...... Where he pinched......

Jun Jinyan raised his hand and pressed it on Xia Qi's neck, and the place where the red mark was re-folded with his fingers seemed to be recreating the scene of pinching her neck last night.

It's just that at this moment, he didn't use the slightest strength in his hands.

"Why don't you ask?" He muttered.

"What?" She wondered, her back against the wooden door, all her senses now on his eyes and the fingers that were close to her neck.

"Don't you ask about the photo? Or is it because you don't want my love anymore, so you don't feel the need to ask? He half-closed his eyes and couldn't help but sniff her breath.

"I don't care if you believe it or not, I haven't cared about it." She was right. She didn't dislike whether he was dirty, she didn't think about whether he had ever hugged anyone else, she just wanted him not to get hurt from these pictures.