"Lost company." When Wen Jing lost his mind, Ji Wan swaggered away with Wen Yu.

"President, are you alright?"

Ji Wan had been walking for a while, Wen Jing was standing there in a daze, and Zhao Xueqing couldn't help but call him.

Wen Jing, who came back to his senses, saw Zhao Xueqing standing in front of him with a curious face, and felt like a fire had been burned, and this fire was burned by Ji Wan himself.

In the past, no matter what troubles he encountered, as long as he saw Zhao Xueqing, he could calm down.

Zhao Xueqing is special to him, so he thinks that he is in love with her, and is even willing to break up with Yun Qianxi for her.

But this time, Wen Jing did not calm down as before, but the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

Looking at Zhao Xueqing's harmless little face, what appeared in Wen Jing's heart was the appearance of another person, the woman who was as charming as a peony.

She was like a fire that not only burned herself, but also ignited him.

"I'm fine." After Wen Jing finished speaking, he almost fled back to his office.

Where he couldn't see, Zhao Xueqing's face was already sinking to the point of dripping.

"You're going to invite me to dinner?" When I arrived at the restaurant downstairs of the company, when there were only two people left, Wen Yu said jokingly.

"Of course, I've been bothering Uncle for so long, I'm sure I'm going to treat you to a meal." Ji Wan's face was not red, and her heart was not beating.

It seems that the two of them really made an appointment to eat together, and Wen Yu was not temporarily pulled by her to be a shield.

"I thought you were comfortable." The meaning of Wen Yuxiao's smile was unknown.

Can you not feel comfortable, he, the master, has been kicked out to make room for her.

Ji Wan didn't seem to be able to hear the ridicule in his words, and said with a serious face: "Of course I'm comfortable, we are all a family, what's uncomfortable?" ”

"Family?" Wen Yu repeated her words.

I don't know which of her words provoked this again, Ji Wan felt that Wen Yu's originally good mood became bad in an instant.

"Do you like Wen Jing very much?" Wen Yu sat precariously, as if a serious parent was interrogating his child.

"Yun Qianxi used to like it very much." Ji Ji was not affected by him at all, slumped on the sofa, and said lazily.

"Ever? And now? ”

"The former Yun Qianxi is dead." Ji Wan smiled and said that she didn't lie.

But this answer obviously did not satisfy Wen Yu: "Break up with him." Wen Yu said domineeringly, not giving her a chance to choose at all.

"I remember that Uncle said last time that he wanted to support me, teach Wen Jing a lesson, and persuade the two of us to reconcile, why has it only been a few days, and Uncle has changed his mind again?"

Ji Wan stood up suddenly, and Qianqianyu grabbed Wen Yu's tie and forced him to stand up.

In an instant, the distance between the two was extremely close, and they could feel each other's breath on their faces.

The breath of the two is entangled, ambiguous and intimate, as long as she goes a little further, she can kiss directly.

She was like a lazy cat, lazily basking in the sun, inadvertently, revealing her sharp claws.

Wen Yu looked at her, the expression on his face was still calm, but the inky eyes had already set off a stormy wave.

"Because I don't like it." Wen Yu said.

Ji Wan may not have thought that Wen Yu would say it so bluntly.

His hand clasped her shoulders and forced her to lower her head, the two lip flaps pressed together.