In the afternoon that followed, Su Jingruo didn't leave the office, and only Zoya reminded her to take medicine and went in, and she didn't see anyone else.

After getting off work, Su Jingruo did not go back to Qingyuan, but drove around the street alone, and Zhuo Yi was left early by her.

In a huge city, there is no place to go, and there is no one to talk to, Su Jingruo turned aimlessly until the car stopped in front of a coffee shop.

She looked inside, there were few people, and it was quite quiet.

After parking the car in the parking space, walk in with the small kun bag.

The waiter at the door was wearing a black uniform, and greeted Su Jingruo with a smile when he saw him.

"Pick a quiet location." Su Jingruo's tone was very light.

"Okay, this way, please." The waiter made a gesture of please and guided him to the window on the second floor.

Su Jingruo sat in the brown fabric sofa, ordered a cup of espresso and a piece of Black Forest cake, the waiter served quickly, Su Jingruo poked the cake with a fork, and didn't eat a bite for a long time.

Su Yichen, that idiot, doesn't she know that murder is a crime? She knows better than anyone else, but who can move the power of the Huangfu family, she can only rely on extraordinary means to take revenge.

Suddenly felt very tight in her chest, why did she care what he thought? A person who saved her with bad motives is completely about profit and use, and now he suddenly wants to lecture her? It's ridiculous!

Wolves in sheep's clothing! What to pretend to be deep!

picked up the coffee and took a sip on her lips, bitter, but she felt that it was not enough, not as bitter as her heart.

The black forest was poked by her with a fork, and she didn't eat a bite, but she added another cup of coffee.

"Don't poke it, the cake has turned into a sieve."

A very comfortable and magnetic voice drilled into Su Jingruo's ears, the movement in her hand paused, and she subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to see what kind of face such a beautiful voice would match.

"It's you!" Su Jingruo was a little surprised.

The man smiled gently, his beautiful eyes were bright and deep, and he looked into the heart of the person, "Hello, Miss Porsche." ”

Su Jingruo smiled without a smile, she seemed to remember not very good memories of this title, so she didn't laugh from the heart.

"Winter Suke, remember me?"

Two people sat across an aisle, across from each other.

Wen Bohan was wearing an off-white knitted sweater, a white T-shirt inside, a side of the light-colored pants underneath, and the white casual shoes were spotless, and a small section of the ankle was exposed, giving people a clean and elegant feeling.

He was holding a book in his hand, Su Jingruo only saw that it was a very thick book, and there was a pot of tea on his table, the teapot was transparent, and the tea leaves inside were emerald green.

"Girls can't sleep at night when they drink such strong coffee." The voice is still calm and calm.

Listening to him, Su Jingruo had a feeling that her heart had calmed down, she lowered her head, looked at the coffee in her hand, and smiled, "Get used to this taste." ”

In fact, Su Jingruo wanted to answer him very much, even if she didn't drink coffee, she couldn't sleep, she would have nightmares every night, and she often woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat.

"A sweet-looking girl who actually likes bitter coffee?" Wen Bohan looked at her judging the situation, "You are very troubled, what is bothering you?" Walk in, but can't get out? ”

After Su Jingruo heard what he said, her face instantly turned cold, and she retracted her evaluation of him just now, he was not an elegant and gentlemanly man.

Wen Bohan, who was sitting opposite, closed the book, his bony fingers covered the book, Su Jingruo noticed that the psychology of micro-expressions was written on the spine of the book, and couldn't help but exhale softly.

Another self-righteous man.

"Winter's help is so leisurely?" She looked at the tea and digressed the subject.

Wen Bohan followed her line of sight and glanced at the teacup, took a sip of it, "Miss Porsche, did the matter go well last time?" ”

"It went well." Su Jingruo was suddenly very uninterested in continuing the conversation.

"Are you Su Yichen's sister?" Wen Bohan suddenly changed the topic, and Su Jingruo's thinking jumped quickly by her.

Su Jingruo stared into his eyes, her gaze straight and distant, "It's my cousin." ”

"Oh." Wen Bohan nodded and smiled lightly.

"You're smart."

The sudden praise did not make Su Jingruo show surprise, but her face was more cautious and calm, she put away her lazy body, her back was straight, her hands were holding the coffee cup, and she stared at each other with a look that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"You're very discerning."

Scold! This girl really boasted about herself when she changed the law. Interesting!

Su Jingruo noticed Wen Bohan's slightly raised lips, and he smiled again because of what he had just said.

She is hostile to him, and he doesn't seem to care about his own hostility.

Su Jingruo didn't know what he wanted to do, but since the beginning, he had already changed several questions, such a man usually goes around in a big circle, and then lets you slowly get into his trap. So, she had to guard against it.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Porsche, I don't have any intention of you for the time being."

Su Jingruo followed his words and said, "There will be one later?" ”

Wen Bohan smiled, "Hehe...... Funny girl. Maybe! ”

Su Jingruo felt that God deliberately sent someone to trick him today, there was a Su Yichen in the company, and Wen Bohan came out of the coffee shop, should she be a quiet beauty.

"Are you in charge of the Gemdale project?" Wen Bohan changed the subject again.

Look at it, the fox's tail is exposed. Sure enough, there is a purpose!

"Yes!" Su Jingruo replied shortly.

"It's not recommended to go over and sit down." When Wen Bohan's words fell, the people had already stood up.

Su Jingruo didn't even say anything if she wanted to refuse, and this person sat opposite her.

He ordered another pot of assorted fruit tea, as well as some pastries, which the waiter quickly served.

There were only a few people in the area on the second floor, and Su Jingruo did not show discomfort or timidity because of the identity of the other party, but drank coffee very indifferently.

She labeled Wen Bohan again in her heart, a person full of official faction, conceited, and enjoying the superiority brought to him by his status as a special assistant.

She scoffed at him.

"The last three nails were solved beautifully!" Wen Bohan took the assorted fruit tea on the table and poured a cup, put it in front of Su Jingruo, and replaced it with her espresso.

"How do you know it's me?" Su Jingruo asked rhetorically, and when she saw him take the coffee, her eyebrows couldn't help frowning, but it was only for a second, and she recovered.

She didn't refuse this cup of fruit tea, it was polite.

When he picked up the cup, he said to Wen Bohan: "Thank you." ”

"You're one of the few developers with a conscience." Wen Bohan said indifferently, but there was approval in his eyes.

Su Jingruote doesn't like to be praised like this, it sounds awkward, making her seem like a virgin.

"Wen Tezhu, maybe you are wrong about me, I am just fighting for the interests of the group, that day is the final deadline for relocation, and I will be ordered to stop development after that, I don't want the company to have losses."

These few words are neither humble nor arrogant, they sound quite reasonable, and even a little cold-blooded, all for the sake of interests, but Wen Bohan knows that this girl is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, from the three-point demolition compensation contract, he saw the supplementary clauses written in the remarks, Juanxiu's handwriting will write each article very clearly, not only the handwriting is beautiful, but the terms of the agreement are also completed beautifully.

So he said she was smart and said she had a conscience.

The woman who waited for the old man at the police station told Su Jingruo, and these cases also became an important witness to the attack on the underground money bank.

"Have you ever thought about politics?" While Wen Bohan asked, he cut a small piece of mung bean paste cake on the plate and pushed it in front of Su Jingruo.

"......" Su Jingruo's eyes flashed with a gleam, her long eyelashes slid down, and her eyes fell on the small snack, "It's too sweet, I don't like it." "A pun intended.

Wen Bohan understood it, but smiled elegantly and asked, "Have you ever tasted this?" ”

Su Jingruo shook her head, "I haven't eaten it." She didn't move the fork.

Now the plate was no longer a simple mung bean paste cake, but an olive branch, and he was inviting her to join his team.

Su Jingruo knows that every politician has multiple groups behind him, and multiple supports from financial, human, and material resources. And she doesn't have that interest, she doesn't have that ambition, her goal in life is simple - revenge.

It is neither noble nor on the table. But she had to do it, for the sake of the dead soul of the Mo family.

Wen Bohan smiled silently, picked up a small piece of the fork, and handed it to Su Jingruo.

"If you haven't eaten it, you don't know the taste, maybe you don't like the taste of other people's houses, but you will like this one?"

Su Jingruo looked at Wen Bohan quietly, she had to admit that this man was very wise and very good at inducing people, he didn't force it, he just patiently told a reason, and it was easy for people to accept it.

But she really doesn't have that mind now, and she's only a twenty-one-year-old girl, what can she do?

It's better to refuse to your face!

The silver fork has been stopped in mid-air, Wen Bohan's hands are beautiful, the bones are distinct, white and clean, with a watch with a brown belt on his wrist, and the dial is a retro Roman numerals, this man lives a delicate and tasteful life.

Su Jingruo slowly stretched out her hand and took the fork, Wen Bohan kept a calm and quiet smile, watching her take the mung bean paste in her mouth, and then taste it carefully.

"How? Sweet but not greasy, right? Simple taste! He asked meaningfully.

Su Jingruo never answered, but chewed slowly, swallowed with an expression that was difficult to swallow, put down the fork, shook her head, and said with a little regret:

"Alas! It seems that I was born to be a girl who doesn't like sweets. The simple taste is not suitable for me, I like a little stronger, such as ......" Su Jingruo picked up the espresso again and drank it in a big gulp, "Wow...... Delicious! ”

Wen Bohan was amused by her, and tapped her several times with his finger, "You are the first person who dares to refuse me." ”

Su Jingruo pursed her lips, hooked the broken hair around her ears behind her ears, and said calmly: "Wen Tezhu, aren't you embarrassed for me?" People have a natural preference for taste, and you still force me to eat it? ”

"Of course, something that is born cannot be forced." Wen Bohan's hands naturally rested on his overlapping knees, and his back leaned back on the back of the chair, elegant and calm.

Su Jingruo smiled, smiling clearly and coldly, smiling like a cloud on the mountainside after the rain, scattered with the wind, unpredictable.

"But the potential that will be discovered the day after tomorrow may be different." Wen Bohan lowered his eyes and ate another piece of mung bean paste cake.