In the law firm, just after the day's work, Han Feiran piled up more than a dozen bottles of wine under the table, leaving only a dim light, sat on the ground, and used wine to water his loss, all kinds of unhappiness and jealousy flourished in the gloomy heart. Let the decent suit spill a foul smell of wine, and those empty bottles also disintegrated into pieces with the mood and scattered all over the floor.

The night outside the window soon hit the balcony, and he jumped into the house, and he had no desire to go home, and opened the last bottle of wine.

The door was pushed open, Han Feiran heard footsteps, looked up, and sneered at her: "What, you came to see me laughing?" Or come and drink with me? As he spoke, he poured the empty bottle in his hand again, only a few drops of wine fell, and sighed: "It's a pity, the wine is over!"

He put the empty bottle in his hand upside down, and the wine bottle rolled over, but was stopped by Jiang Wanguan's heels.

Jiang Wanguan picked up the empty bottle and put it on the table, and when he looked at Han Feiran, he saw him sitting on the ground and leaning on the side of the swivel chair, with a pair of misty and drunk eyes, under the influence of alcohol, his cheeks were red like a ripe mountain persimmon, and if he pinched it, the whole person would die of erosion.

Her sigh was sad and hateful, "Otherwise, for Jiang Xiaomian, it's not worth it." ”

Han Feiran's eyes widened, and he rebuked Jiang Wanguan's words back, "You are not me, I treat the person I love with my heart and lungs, why should you criticize me for saying that it is not worth it!" ”

"It's not worth it because she ignores you."

Han Feiran didn't want to argue with her, so he crawled and picked up the empty bottle on the ground and drank it, expecting to pour out another sip of wine, but forgot that the bottle was already empty. He stared at the fact that there was no wine, and the posture of raising his head and opening his mouth was still paused in the air, and after a few seconds, there was another crackling glass and scolding: "I don't even want wine!"

Jiang Wanguan was afraid that he would smash the rest of the empty bottles to vent his anger, so he hurriedly kicked away those wine bottles, pointed to the layout of the office and said angrily: "Look at it, look at this bright and high-end office, you are no longer Han Feiran, who is so poor that he has nothing, this office is the first day, do you want to get drunk and lie here the next day to show everyone?" You've already lost face once today, do you want to lose it again? ”

Han Feiran's eyes were glazed, and then he laughed: "I thought you wouldn't look down on me, it turns out that you would also say that I was disgraced, and that I was so poor that I had nothing!"

"I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to laugh at you." Jiang Wanguan helped him up, tidied up the folds of his suit for him, took out the ring he threw on the ground during the day, and leaned against his chest, "Otherwise, how long you have waited for her, I have waited for you for as long as I want." She doesn't want the ring, I want it, she doesn't love you, I do. ”

"You die of this heart, Xiaomian doesn't want the ring, even if it is given to the one who picks up rags, I won't give it to you!" Han Feiran said as he snatched the ring and threw it to the window, and in the dark night, a trace of diamond light immediately fell.

The ring vanished and fell so fast that it slashed at the flesh of her heart. She thinks he just doesn't like her, so there's no need to be so annoying! Is it when you are drunk and angry that you don't choose what to say?

"Do you mean that I'm not even as good as a rag picker? But you haven't thought about it, I don't mind that this is the ring you want to give Jiang Xiaomian. ”

When Jiang Wanwan's sad words came out, only her tears were heard in the empty room, and Han Feiran left her inadvertently, and left far away.

Jiang Wanwan returned home alone with a sad mood, and the home was as dark and gloomy as the sky where Han Feiran threw the ring. She thought that her aunt would be at home, but she didn't see anyone. I turned on the light and looked at the clock, it was already more than ten o'clock, and the hour hand was about to take another step.

"It's strange, why does my aunt always come home late for so long?" Jiang Wanguan was a little curious in her heart, but she didn't bother to care too much, and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

For a long time, when Jiang Wanguan went to the rooftop to pack his clothes after bathing, he met a luxury car parked in front of his house, with dazzling headlights shining brightly. She was wondering who it was when she saw her aunt get out of the car, followed by a strange man, who was too far away to guess what they were talking about. Jiang Wanguan looked at it through the hazy night, the man seemed to be the boss of Jiancheng Real Estate, but because he was not very familiar with Jiancheng, he was afraid that it was not impossible to see it wrong, so he turned his head back and didn't think about it.

There was a knock next to the door, and after Yang Tian came in, Jiang Wanguan greeted her: "Auntie, why did you come back so late?" ”

Yang Tian replied with a smile, as if the expression that was very happy just now had not dissipated: "The left and right are just work matters, delayed." ”

"Oh." Jiang Wanguan took a hair dryer and blew her wet hair, and there was a little heat in the air, drying the wet and dry.

Yang Tian stood next to him and his face was also blown comfortably by the aftermath, but looking at Jiang Wanguan's appearance, he felt a little uncomfortable, "I don't think you came back early, where did you go today?" ”

Jiang Wanguan was stunned when she was asked all of a sudden, and when she wanted to lie and cover it up, Yang Tian revealed another sentence: "Don't think of excuses, the poor boy's office opened today, you must have gone to cheer." ”

"Hmm." Jiang Wanguan couldn't speak clearly, because she knew that she would be taught a lesson by her aunt in the next second.

Sure enough, Yang Tian took out a contemptuous sentence and poked his niece's head with his index finger, "He's just a pheasant with phoenix feathers, desperately trying to open a small family's office, what do you have to do to slap him!" Don't look at yourself, I have made you noble, like offering to the Buddha, you are embarrassed to see that kind of person! ”

Jiang Wanguan twisted her head and spread the hair dryer on the table, "Auntie, don't say that." ”

Yang Tian listened to her tone, and made it clear that he wanted to go against her, so he pinched the flesh on Jiang Wanwan's arm, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "How many times have I told you not to get too close to him, every time I smear lime on my mouth, and say it in vain!" ”

Jiang Wanguan let out a light "ah", rubbed the pinched place, and said, "Auntie, maybe he is not as wimpy as you think." ”

"Nest? What's the use of a man who doesn't have a pocket? Who is not a fat person with a swollen face, the most important thing is family background, family background, you know it! This is the most critical support point for rich people, take me as an example, I have worked hard to support such a large hotel alone, there is no reliable person around, and there is no one to find a lining if something happens! ”

Jiang Wanwan didn't say anything more, and said lightly, "I'll go upstairs to sleep first." ”

The aunt and nephew parted unhappily, and the two had nothing to say for a night.

The next day, Jiang Xiaomian finished the plan in his hand and knocked on Chi Yanghe's office to report.

"Director Chi, this is a design drawing to be released, please take a look."

Chi Yanghe heard Jiang Xiaomian's voice, turned the swivel chair leisurely, took the document in her hand, nodded and said: "Yes, you can confirm with the pattern designer again, follow up the new products of this quarter, and the company will immediately hold a round of new product launch next month, Xiaomian, I will use your work as a treasure of suppression." ”

"Oh, next month's new product launch, so soon?" Jiang Xiaomian's expression was a little dull.

Chi Yanghe said with a smile: "What, you took a day off yesterday, and when you came to work again, did you forget where you left your brain?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian listened to his reproachful tone, and hurriedly said sorry.

Chi Yanghe had never been angry with her, and originally wanted to pretend to be stern to see how she responded, but seeing that her face was ashamed, he dispelled his thoughts, "I didn't mean to blame you." How's it going, are you satisfied with the birthday gift you received? ”

This sentence has the abruptness of the previous sentence not following the next, as if a matter has not been talked about yet, and it can't wait to start the next topic. The topic shifted suddenly and bluntly, which made Jiang Xiaomian really unable to react, "Huh? I didn't understand what Director Chi meant. ”

Chi Yanghe frowned at her, probably thinking that she was stupid, and said in a tone with some disgust: "Why are you so tacit? I mean that painting, don't you like it? ”

"Painting?" Jiang Xiaomian only knew his intentions as soon as he said it, so he asked him: "How does Director Chi know that yesterday was my birthday?" ”

In fact, after she finished speaking, she immediately guessed three points, and the corners of her mouth twisted into the arc of a smile with understanding, and her eyes still maintained flat lines, which seemed a little unnatural. She thought to herself, this Director Chi shouldn't have the seclusion to pick up other people's information, right? Even if you pick it up, you still have to remember it so clearly?

Chi Yanghe laughed before he could answer, Jiang Xiaomian thought that he was wrong, what should he say about the reason that surprised her, in the end, it was just a funny joke.

"I've read your resume, why did you forget about it? The loss is just a resume, three numbers, if you change something else valuable, such as a bank card password or the like, you don't know what is wrong with the property being hollowed out by others! ”

Jiang Xiaomian also only smiled and muttered, "No, I just didn't expect Director Chi to remember these little things clearly." Then he asked, "Why did you give me the painting when you paid for it?" ”

Chi Yanghe explained: "The painting was given to me by Mr. Xiang, I saw that you had a relationship with this painting, and I thought that I should return it to you." ”

Give? Jiang Xiaomian was disappointed when he heard it, it was so worthless in his eyes, if it hadn't met Chi Yanghe, maybe it had become a little bit of ash after being burned in the garbage dump.

Chi Yanghe saw Jiang Xiaomian contemplating and speechless, and called her: "Xiaomian, Xiaomian?" ”

It wasn't until the second time that Jiang Xiaomian came back to his senses and answered.

Chi Yanghe joked: "Two men are fighting for a painting because of you, it seems that my Maxima is going to be tripped by love." ”

"You, you know?" Jiang Xiaomian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Chi Yanghe turned his head back to his seat, pursed his lips and smirked before replying, "I've been on the scene since the two of them grabbed the painting, how come I don't know." I'm just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, anyway, the painting is painted with strange intentions, and it doesn't make sense to put it in my hands. ”

Jiang Xiaomian said: "Although that painting is meaningless to me, I still want to thank you if you think of giving it to me." ”

Chi Yanghe saw that her face went from condensed to gradually relieved, and then pretended to be calm and looked away, as if nothing had happened, he really admired her and Xiang Dongyang, and the expression style she concealed was about the same.

"After you and your boyfriend left that day, I briefly chatted with Mr. Xiang, and what he said was somewhat similar to yours."

"Boyfriend?" Jiang Xiaomian didn't know what to do.

"Isn't Mr. Han your boyfriend who robbed the painting that day?"

Jiang Xiaomian shook his head: "He is my alumnus and a very good friend." ”

Chi Yanghe nodded and said: "I can ask you to take leave to attend the establishment of his company in person, it seems that your friendship is also very good." ”

Jiang Xiaomian smiled: "No, after all, this is a very important step in life." ”

Chi Yanghe smiled and added: "Although this lawyer surnamed Han has commendable ambitions, he can't hide the sleek city government when he studies his words and deeds to steal paintings. Besides, you are not his girlfriend, but he dares to propose to you in front of everyone, such a major life event, there is no preparation for you to consider it at all. Or it can be thought that he has calculated your mind and wants to tie you up in this way, mistakenly thinking that you are not good at refusing in front of everyone. ”

Surprise filled Jiang Xiaomian's whole face, if Chi Yanghe knew that Han Feiran had established an office, after all, there was news of the interconnection of the business circle, and he would know if he paid attention to it. But he even knew about the marriage proposal, and it wasn't a story that made headlines in the newspapers, does this mean that Chi Yanghe was on the scene that day? Why didn't you see him? Jiang Xiaomian didn't ask him how he knew, but secretly thought in his heart that this Director Chi was hiding a pair of eyes everywhere, and he knew the slightest disturbance. Shouldn't he be a hidden boss like the TV series, with a special secret agent!

Jiang Xiaomian felt like he had a big brain when he thought about it.

Chi Yanghe was immersed in his own thoughts, and he chatted energetically with a detailed and in-depth meaning in his language, Jiang Xiaomian interrupted and reminded: "Director Chi, we should talk about some topics at work." ”

He smiled and put away Fang Cai's words: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I was actually pinched by a subordinate, I just forgot to talk a little more." In that case, you should go and get busy first. ”

Jiang Xiaomian left the office, it should have been influenced by Chi Yanghe, and he didn't put his mind on work, and he would desert in everything he did. When I went to ask a colleague for a poster of a model's clothing, I blurted out that the poster was a painting, and then my colleague was stunned and asked her "what kind of painting".

The emotions of the day are filled with this thought, and even the design paper is wasted in the trash by her. I forced myself not to think about the painting he didn't want, not to think about the fact that they were already living together, not to think about the meaning of what I cared so much about... But I always think inexplicably that my heart is not smooth, and then I am frustrated and annoyed...

That feeling, like you can't help but tear the dead skin on your mouth, thinking that it will be very painful to tear it off, pursing your lips, in fact, it is still very uncomfortable.

In the end, I found out, oh, that dead skin is also a layer of protection. In the same way, those things that force oneself not to think about them are indispensable to the heart.

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