Chapter Ninety-Five: Tune

The manager looked at his watch and said respectfully: "There are still a few minutes, I heard that there is a traffic jam on the road." ”

Jiang Shaonian put down the handkerchief, he still retained some old habits, even the handkerchief was the cotton and linen texture of the old times, the pattern on it was very plain, and an orchid was tattooed.

I heard the manager say that Mrs. Jiang has the word 'Lan' in her name, and the two can be called a husband and wife.

Later, it was natural to tie the knot.

Even if Jiang Shaonian was imprisoned later, Mrs. Jiang did not marry another, and she insisted on holding out until Mr. Jiang came back, so you can imagine how deep the relationship between the two is.

At that moment, Jiang Sui sneered.

Yes, it is so deep that Jiang Shaonian has three houses in Dijing Bay, if it weren't for Zhang Mengdie's hard wrist and drove away a lot of warblers and Yanyan, maybe there would be thirty sets of houses.

The word husband and wife, sieving the feelings cleanly, to put it bluntly, are common interests.

Mrs. Jiang looks dignified and magnificent, has a tolerant temperament, and the family backgrounds of both parties are even more well-matched, and Jiang Shaonian has no need to make another mistake.

As for Zhang Mengdie, how can the house flowers have the fragrance of wild flowers?

The gentle and lovely person is tired of eating, and wants to taste the spicy taste, and this little wild cat scratches it in his arms a few times, which is better than the boring and rigid one at home.

To tell the truth, Jiang Shaonian has reached this age, and he is even looking for a stable junior, and in Dijing Bay here, he can be regarded as a favorite Zhang Mengdie, Jiang Sui has guessed, maybe the main room and his mistress still know each other.

Mrs. Jiang can endure and see through.

It doesn't matter if you can't tie people, just sit in a stable position, the husband and wife have come to an end, not by feelings, but by interests, Mrs. Jiang doesn't mind her husband acting outside.

She also needs to maintain this drama herself.

What's more, Zhang Mengdie is really an excellent 'mistress', she has no family background, no background, no children, no threat, she only needs money, this Mrs. Jiang is very generous.

As long as she doesn't dance to her, Mrs. Jiang can be regarded as invisible.

Jiang Sui's heart was a little turbulent, she glanced at Jiang Shaonian, and lowered her gaze again, but just like this, she attracted Jiang Shaonian's attention.

He put down the teacup, his knuckles buckled on the tabletop, and his voice was very thick: "Come here." ”

Jiang Sui's back stiffened, and he didn't know who he was calling, but in the next second, he was pushed by the manager and pushed to Jiang Shaonian, and he could even smell the smell of green pine on his body.

She should have felt disgusting, but she wasn't.

Jiang Sui lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look directly, but he could still feel Jiang Shaonian's gaze, the temperature was not high, it was not greasy, and it didn't mean to objectify her.

He just glanced at her face very lightly, then withdrew his gaze, poured himself a cup of tea, and rested it on the glass turntable.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and pushed hard, the teacup was moved to the front diagonally, Jiang Shaonian buckled the turntable, and said lightly: "You sit there." ”

Jiang Sui is not stupid and sweet.

She also saw people's faces at the beginning, and knew the etiquette at the banquet, and that location was the place to accompany the guests, which was the meaning of Ming Huanghuang letting her accompany the wine.

After all the words were spoken, Jiang Sui was very up-to-date, sat down without hesitation, picked up the teacup, and rested it in front of him steadily.

She didn't ask who came this time, but did she accompany the wine, who did she accompany her, even if it was like Mr. Fang, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of Jiang Shaonian.

Jiang Sui was even glad that with Jiang Shaonian in charge this time, she would not be too embarrassed.

But just a few seconds when she was thinking, the box door suddenly opened, and the slightly cold wind pierced through the cracks, stabbing her shoulders tightly, and as soon as she raised her eyes, Jiang Sui was stunned in place.

She had some tinnitus.

The sharp voice pierced her eardrums, and she kept shouting, watching the man greet Jiang Shaonian, shake hands, and then take a seat.

Just sit next to her.

But she couldn't even say a word.

Today's Pei Zhi, the smell of disinfectant on his body is a little pungent, judging by the taste, he should have just gotten off the dissecting table not long ago, and rushed over before the smell was gone.

On weekdays, he pays attention to this aspect and rarely lets her smell it.

But when the smell swept over, Jiang Sui suddenly had a sense of reality, the tinnitus gradually subsided, and she heard the conversation at the table.

Jiang Pei's two families are world friends, which is different from the usual banquets, this time there are more family banquets, and even Jiang Shaonian's tone of speech is more easy-going, and the two can be called very happy to talk.

And from the time she entered the door to the present, Pei Zhi didn't look at her, not even a little afterglow.

He was tall, like a pine and cypress, and the watch on his wrist was still eye-catching, even if it was so bad that he couldn't move the needle, he still carried it day and night.

I can't even do - love is reluctant to untie it.

Jiang Sui guessed that maybe it was the blind masseuse, after all, the style is so old-fashioned, it will not be given by a young girl.

Thinking of this, she looked away and took a sip of water.

The manager on the side squeezed her eyebrows and winked at her for a while, meaning to let her take the initiative, don't sit dumbfounded, pour wine, blink and wink.

Even if it's a family dinner, it's just an entry point to talk about cooperation. This time, the Jiang family is bound to sign a contract from Pei Zhi.

Sure enough, halfway through the greetings, Jiang Shaonian cut to the point, Jiang Sui poured a glass of wine, and when he handed it to Pei Zhi, he accidentally touched his tail finger.

A simple second of friction made her mouth a little dry.

She didn't listen to what the two were talking about, her eyes stopped on his fingers pinching the wine glass, Pei Zhi just unintentionally rubbed the rim of the glass repeatedly with his fingertips, but it made her heart palpitate inexplicably.

Every time he stroked it, Jiang Sui could immediately feel the 'touch' in the air.

To put it mildly, they have been living for too long, and many details don't even need to be recalled, they only need subconscious conditioned reflexes to feel them.

No one knows each other better than they do.

Jiang Sui retracted his gaze and didn't dare to look at it anymore, but Pei Zhi's clear and indifferent voice came from his ears, he was doing Tai Chi, and he didn't seem to be willing to sign it.

Maybe it's because you're dissatisfied with the terms of the contract, or maybe you just don't want to do it.

The manager also heard this meaning, and hurriedly rubbed his elbow against Jiang Sui, then stood up and said, "It's been so long, I haven't introduced Xiao Jiang yet, she is the living sign of our company, and she graduated from Huada, and she is half a teacher-student relationship with Mr. Pei, isn't it?" ”

Half teacher-student relationship.

Pei Zhi has taught at BGI and has given several public lectures, but Jiang Sui has deceived many people under the guise of BGI.

wanted to rub the relationship, but it happened to be on the road to death.

Jiang Sui's catties and taels, no one knows better than Pei Zhi, he picked up the wine glass, turned sideways, looked at her for a second, and then raised his glass, "Which major is Miss Jiang?" What is it called? Maybe I'm still a little impressed. ”

Jiang Sui's wrist stiffened, and he reluctantly touched the cup: "Financial, Jiang Sui, Sui is this Sui." ”

She stretched out a hand, as if she had gone to bed for the first time, and wrote the word 'spike' on his trousers, her head hanging slightly, and her expression was extremely serious.

It's the same tune as it was at the beginning.