Ji Weitian was still sitting next to Leng Jian, seeing the interaction between the two people, her aunt smiled on the corner of her mouth.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that Zhang Lingying and Leng Jian were right, and just as she was about to say something, Zhang Lingying had already noticed that her arrival interrupted Leng Jian's conversation with Ji Weitian, and hurriedly spoke: "I have other things, don't bother you." ”

And then slipped away.

Ji Weitian didn't grasp the opportunity to ridicule Zhang Lingying, so she could only ridicule Leng Jian.

"People are far away, still watching?"

“……”

"So reluctant, do you need me to arrange it and adjust your workstation next to Zhang Lingying? However, the experiment in charge of Zhang Lingying does not seem to be in the same section as you, which is a bit worrying......"

Leng Jian raised her eyes, pulled back the chair and sat down, and looked sideways at Ji Weitian, "Don't make trouble, it's not what you think." ”

Ji Weitian: "I didn't say what I thought, but there are some people who are helping to screen schools behind people's backs, and they are in a hurry to help others get the contract back, Sima Zhao's heart is known to passers-by!" ”

At Shang Ji's slightly sweet playful gaze, he opened his lips coldly: "She is very similar to my sister." ”

Ji Weitian: "......"

Ji Weitian suddenly came back to his senses: "You mean your own sister?" But didn't you say she's dead? ”

"Hmm." Leng Jian's eyes darkened, a touch of pain passed under his eyes, and the whole person was shrouded in a suppressed low pressure, "It should just be that I think too much." ”

He closed his eyes, and a small figure appeared in front of him, like a small tail, always like to follow him, "brother" and "brother" called him.

But before he could grow old enough to protect her, she stumbled and drowned.

On the day she died, it was New Year's Day, and the little person who had always liked to stick to her brother's side sneaked away to a place where no one was, just to pick a bouquet of flowers and give it to her brother as a holiday gift......

This incident has always been the deepest scar in Leng Jian's heart.

Ji Weitian only mentioned it once when he was drunk, and the specific situation was not clear, seeing Leng Jian's reluctance to talk deeply, he didn't dare to continue asking.

After Zhang Lingying returned to his seat, he didn't notice the changes on their side, turned on the computer and was about to try if there was a better model scheme, when the mobile phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at it, and it was an unfamiliar number.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but still reached out to pick it up, "Miss Zhang, I'm sorry for being so presumptuous, I'm Mr. Lu's assistant, do you remember me?" ”

“……”

Zhang Lingying unexpectedly moved her mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID again, and vaguely remembered this phone number.

It's just that she didn't understand why Lu Jing's assistant called her.

"Is there something wrong?"

The assistant's anxious voice came out of the phone: "Miss Zhang, I know that you may be angry now, and you don't really want to receive my call, but Mr. Lu's condition is really bad, he has been insomnia since his mother died, and he can't eat a mouthful of food in the past two days......"

"If he is sick, take him to the doctor, and it is useless to look for me." Zhang Lingying remembered the last time she met Lu Jing, and the picture of the two of them parting unhappily interrupted the assistant's words.

If he wants to die, he will die a little farther, so she doesn't want to be nosy.

"Mr. Lu is already in the hospital, but the doctor said that the patient does not cooperate with the treatment, and they have no choice." When the assistant heard her words, he felt like he was about to cry.

Zhang Lingying didn't speak, and the assistant continued.

"Mr. Lu didn't actually want to quarrel with Miss Zhang that day, not long after you left, Mr. Lu made himself dizzy."