Shen Fanyin swore that she was really choked and couldn't hold back, there was no malice, and she was not aimed at anyone.

It's true.

Shen Fanyin turned around and coughed, wanting to apologize but couldn't speak. Her little face was flushed, and her eyes were more vivid.

At the moment when she burst out laughing, Jing Zeheng took the water bottle in her hand, and patted her back with the other hand.

Si Mian looked at Shen Fanyin, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes. The coldness dissipated instantly, and the corners of her lips were still slightly raised, with the care of a big sister in her eyes.

Shen Fanyin finally took a breath, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled at Si Mian: "I'm sorry, I've had a cold recently, you continue."

"It's okay," Si Mian chuckled and glanced at Jing Zeheng, "Ah Heng has always spoken like this, just get used to it."

Shen Fanyin couldn't help but look at Jing Zeheng.

That's how he always spoke?

Forget it, her brother is warm enough to cover the glacier.

Si Mian looked at Shen Fanyin, with the condescending arrogance of the superior in his eyes: "Ah Heng, who is this?"

"Shen Fanyin." Jing Zeheng's hand was still on Shen Fanyin's back, as if he had forgotten to take it back.

He picked up the water bottle he had just taken from her and took a sip of it.

This small action instantly shocked Jing Muhan and Si Mian.

Jing Muhan stared at the water bottle in Jing Zeheng's hand in astonishment, and after a while, he looked at Shen Fanyin again.

He looked at Shen Fanyin's eyes more complicated, and in addition to being surprised, he was a little more worshipful.

My sister has such a god? Cured the eldest brother's cleanliness?

Si Mian's pupils constricted for a moment, and then returned to normal.

She had heard the name Shen Fanyin.

Brushing her long hair, she stretched out her hand towards Shen Fanyin: "It turns out that you are Shen Fanyin, I saw her mention you on Miranda's ins before."

She had heard Shen Fanyin's name, but not just from Miranda's ins. She has all the movements about Jing Zeheng in her hands, naturally including this woman who appeared by his side half a year ago.

followed his mother to marry into a wealthy family, and relied on Jing Zeheng's side as a younger sister - green tea oil bottle.

Si Mian defined Shen Fanyin in this way.

How she sees herself, Shen Fanyin doesn't know, and she doesn't care. She just raised an eyebrow because of Miranda.

She doesn't use ins, but she can imagine what Randa will say about her - it can't be a good thing.

Obviously, Si Mian mentioned Miranda on this occasion, by no means to have a good chat with herself.

It's not good.

The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth were dyed with a sweet smile, and he slowly raised his hand.

Before her hand could be stretched out, she was pressed by Jing Zeheng.

"She doesn't like physical contact with outsiders, forgive me." Jing Zeheng held Shen Fanyin's arm, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him saying such things in this posture.

Si Mian took the opportunity to raise his hand to brush the hair on his sideburns, calm and natural, not taking this embarrassment in his eyes at all.

"She's Si Mian," Jing Zeheng lowered his eyes to look at Shen Fanyin, clearly telling Si Mian's identity, "The project representative of the Ian Group."

The cooperation project between Shenghua and Ian Group is long-term, and Si Mian is the project leader sent by Ian Group, replacing the president of Ian Group to directly connect with Jing Zeheng.

What Jing Zeheng didn't say was that Si Mian was still his college classmate and Jing Muhan's senior sister.

For him, this identity is really unimportant, and there is no need to mention it at all.

"Oh."

Shen Fanyin nodded lightly at Si Mian, neither humble nor arrogant: "Hello."

Si Mian looked at Shen Fanyin with a smile, raised her arm slightly and said to her, "It is said that Miss Shen is the hottest designer at the moment, can you please give me some advice on my dress?"

She deliberately attributed Shen Fanyin to the ranks of service personnel, it seemed that in her opinion, service personnel were inferior to corporate executives like her, as long as she spoke, they should serve her wholeheartedly, and even should be deeply honored.

As soon as Jing Zeheng wanted to speak, the corner of his clothes was dragged by Shen Fanyin.

She looked at Si Mian with a smile: "I have always spoken badly, does Miss Si really want to hear it?"

"Of course." Si Mian nodded, full of confidence, "It's been a long time since anyone criticized me."

"Then I'll get straight to the point."

Shen Fanyin's eyes were crooked with laughter.

She is so willing to die, she can't say it if she doesn't cooperate.

She stared at Si Mian's eyes and said neatly and crisply:

"S size clothes can't accommodate you in L size, so choose the size that suits you when you buy clothes in the future."

"Personally, I don't advocate body anxiety, every body has a unique beauty. Long legs, sultry short legs, cute, thin waist, delicate and plump and sexy, I don't recommend anyone to lose weight except for health factors."

"There are no girls in this world who are not good-looking or cute. So Miss Si, be calm with yourself, it's good to be yourself, you don't have to stuff yourself into clothes that don't fit your size, really."

What Shen Fanyin said was from the heart, really, without malice.

When it comes to the professional field, she is responsible for every word she says.

But Si Mian obviously didn't think so, the more sincere Shen Fanyin's words were, the more she felt that this oil bottle was sarcastic about her fatness.

Si Mian looked at Shen Fanyin.

About 165 tall, the narrow skeleton looks extraordinarily petite, under the sweatshirt and tennis skirt, the waist that is faintly thin can be seen, with the baby face and sweet soft voice, which perfectly fits the image of green tea in her heart.

Such a person, don't talk about body anxiety here?

There is a stool next to her, but she doesn't sit because she doesn't have back pain when she stands and talks!

Si Mian, known as the "Iron Lady" in the industry, was stunned and couldn't say anything to refute for a while - not that the wording was difficult, but that she really didn't come up with a word without dirty words.

Jing Muhan next to him looked at Shen Fanyin and was petrified.

This, this mouth, too unforgiving!

In the description of his elders, he always felt that this sister should be a soft and pitiful little girl, with a rough background, unfriendly friendship, and ...... love Not at all.

Shen Fanyin's appearance also made him recognize this idea, yes, although he knew that Shen Fanyin's career was good, he only thought that this was God's compensation for her.

But why is this soft girl's words so sharp?

He, an outsider, felt panicked when he heard it!

Jing Muhan was silent for a long time, and silently turned his head to look at Jing Zeheng.

Compared with the soft girl with thorns, he prefers to believe that it was the eldest brother who took half a year to bring the soft girl into a sea urchin.

The atmosphere in the tennis hall was extremely cold.

Outside the stadium, Su Mu held Su Xingmu's hand and smiled brighter than a flower.

"Sister Xing, you have to run with me after a hard time, Yinyin has been in a bad mood lately, you can bear more."

Su Xingmu smiled extremely gently, and there was joy between her eyebrows: "It's okay, it's all her own people, and it's normal for her to be difficult to express her emotions at a young age." Actually, I've been reassuring her, but I'm sure the good news will make her a little happier."

The two of them walked in side by side, with Su Xingmu, the big guy, there, except for the prison gate, there was no door that she couldn't enter and exit freely. The waiter in the gymnasium showed them the way diligently, and went directly to the tennis hall to find Shen Fanyin.

As soon as they entered the door, Su Mu's eyes lit up.

"Sister Xing, where are they ......?"

Su Mu's words were only halfway before he stopped.

Looking at Su Xingmu's serious expression with a frown, Su Mu was very puzzled: "Sister Xing, what's wrong?"

Su Xingmu squinted his eyes lightly, and his gaze fell on Si Mian opposite Shen Fanyin.

Her face sank, frowning slightly, and she murmured, "How did she come back......

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