The dark night sky was darker and darker than the yellow street lights. Jian Fan felt a little cold, locked his arms in his arms, and jumped on tiptoe. Tonight, if it weren't for the inconvenience of me wearing a dress, I wouldn't have let those two bastards go.

In the distance, a dark red sedan drove up with its headlights dangling and pulled to a steady stop against the side of the road.

"Jian Fan, where is Manager He?" He Aiyi ran down from the car.

Jian Fan signaled, and He Aiyi ran to He Jiayu, "Manager He, wake up, I'll send you home." ”

He Jiayu opened his eyes slightly, as if he was not fully awake, frowned and closed his eyes, and sighed.

"Jian Fan, you can help me open the car door. ”

"Oh. ”

He Aiyi helped He Jiayu into the car, "Jian Fan, can you accompany me?" You sit next to him, there is a plastic bag here, I am afraid that he will vomit." ”

Jian Fan looked at He Aiyi's pleading eyes, and couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay." You can drive with peace of mind. ”

The vehicle started, He Jiayu slept for a while and gradually woke up, turning his head to look at Jian Fan, "Thank you, you didn't leave me behind." ”

He Aiyi looked ahead, thinking that He Jiayu was thanking her, "No thanks, if there is another entertainment, you can notify me in advance." I'll pick you up. ”

Jian Fan looked out the car window, avoiding He Jiayu's gaze.

The vehicle slowly entered an upscale neighborhood and parked under the apartment building.

Jian Fan pushed the car door, stepped to the side of the road after getting out of the car, and looked back at He Aiyi helping He Jiayu out of the car.

He Jiayu saw Jian Fan dodging so far, and felt his heart frozen.

"Jian Fan, help me hold Manager He's bag"

"Hmm. ”

He Aiyi pressed the elevator button and carried He Jiayu into the elevator room. Jian Fan followed behind with his bag.

Coming to the door of the apartment, Jian Fan took out the key from He Jiayu's bag and opened the door.

"Come in. This house is big, haha, it's too big. He Jiayu entered the room, a little crazy, "Haha, don't be in a hurry to leave." Take a tour. It's the den, it's my bedroom, haha, it's another person's bedroom. This is the cloakroom. This is the dining room, this is the kitchen. Haha, how perfect my life is? perfect. ”

As He Jiayu spoke, he suddenly rushed into the bathroom and vomited wildly, and He Aiyi took care of him with concern.

Jian Fu stood in the middle of the room. Look around, a cold temple.

Dark clouds were rolling outside the window, and a gust of wind blew in through the study window, and a stack of papers on the "Boom" desk was blown to the ground. Jian Fan hurriedly closed the window, squatted down and picked up the scattered papers one by one.

There are dotted marks and arrows drawn on the paper, and the word 'Jian Fan' is impressive on the paper, Jian Fan is curious, and flips through it, the name of 'Han Cong' is also there, and a circle is drawn next to the name of 'Yao Fei'. In the circle is written the name of 'Xiao Jia'. Jian Fan was a little puzzled, what was He Jiayu analyzing? In addition to a few names, what did this string of marks represent? After flipping through again, a big cross was drawn on the six characters of 'Zhuozhi Weiye Company', and an exclamation mark was marked on the side of 'Yan Min'. Isn't the competition between He Jiayu's business department and Han Cong's company an accident? He Jiayu said that the reason why he entered the market was because of Party A's invitation, and Han Cong's plan in his hand was also provided by Party A, is it true that what he said is not true?

Jian Fu put the stack of papers back on the table, unwilling to believe what he saw. Suddenly, Jian Fan felt like a thorn in the back, and He Jiayu didn't know when he appeared behind her.

"Simplified and traditional. Wait for me for a while, and I'll cook some noodles for Manager He. He Aiyi's voice came from the kitchen.

He Jiayu stepped forward, propped his hands on the table, and stared at the stack of papers. Suddenly stroking it with his hand, the order of the papers was obviously wrong. I believe that Jian Mao has already seen it, and must have understood some of the content. Sooner or later, Jian Fan will know, just like the time to come is always coming.

He Jiayu covered his face with one hand and sat on the chair, "Simple and complex." I'm allergic to liquor, you look at the red spots on my arms, I'm very uncomfortable. But do you know why I'm drinking so much today? You don't know. ”

Under the light, the red spots on He Jiayu's arms and neck were shocking.

"You only know how to accuse me, I guess you are hating me now because of Han Cong's company. Haha, hate me. I hate myself too. I hate that I shouldn't have come to this world, I hate that I shouldn't have been tempted by Yao Fei, I hate that I shouldn't have met you in despair, I hate that I shouldn't have been infatuated with you. Jian Fan, do you know? I used to want you just because of Han Cong, but you made me feel your kind and sensitive heart, your pity and concern eyes, and I hated that I was attracted to you. You gave me hope, but you took it away with you. ”

Jian Fan looked at He Jiayu in a daze, He Jiayu said weakly, a pair of big hands covering the window of his soul.

"It is not an accident that I hit Han Cong's company and robbed him of his order, I have been planning it for a long time. And not only this one, I will intervene in any Han Cong project in the future. I know, you'll know this sooner or later. I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll question me, I'm afraid you'll despise me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't convince myself to stop, I had no choice. I've been through countless times without a choice, and this time again. I drank as hard as I could, as a punishment, my punishment for myself. Alcohol tormented my body, but it stripped my soul, and my soul seemed to be redeemed. ”

Jian Fan flashed his head for a moment, as if he saw the tears of despair on He Jiayu's face again.

He Jiayu raised his head suddenly, "Jian Fan, I don't want you to look at me with such eyes, I don't want you to pity me." ”

Jian Fan was taken aback by He Jiayu's expression, and took a step back and leaned on the bookshelf behind him. "Pop, click", a picture frame was hit to the ground and shattered.

Jian Fan was stunned when he found that the photo frame was actually his own photo.

He Jiayu hurriedly leaned over, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it, holding the photo frame, and also holding the sharp and sharp glass shards, his arm trembled, and then pressed the photo frame to his chest. Bright red, blinding blood ran down his wrist.

Jian Fan was shocked, "Jiayu, you drank too much, let go." ”

He Jiayu didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, frowned, clenched his teeth, and held it tighter.

"Jiayu, let go, are you punishing yourself again? Don't do this, let go, okay?" Jian Fan broke He Jiayu's fingers. snatched the photo frame, and there was a deep scar on He Jiayu's palm, and blood gushed out.

"Jiayu, where is your medicine box? Is there alcohol and a cloth?"

"In that cupboard. ”

"Good. ”

Jian Fan brought the medicine box over, and He Jiayu was taking the photo in the frame.

"Don't do that again, okay?"

He Jiayu stubbornly continued, took out the photo, and put it in the drawer, "I'm afraid that you will take away this only remaining hope." ”

Jian Fan sighed. I dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, looked at the wound, but didn't dare to continue, it must have hurt, it was terrible.

"I'll do it myself. He Jiayu took the alcohol and poured it directly on the wound, and the pain in his heart made his body tremble.

Jian Fan opened a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, leaned over and shook the powder on the wound, shaking it several times, and finally no more blood was oozing.

"Alright, just wrap it around me with a medicated cloth. ”

Jian Fan carefully bandaged He Jiayu's wounds. I breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a slight fine sweat on my forehead due to nervousness.

He Jiayu looked up at Jian Fan, Jian Fan's face looked a little pale, and he seemed to be frightened. A small injury made Jian Fan so nervous, and He Jiayu felt a tenderness in his heart. Reaching out, he pulled Jian Mao into his arms.

"Ahh Jian Fan fell on He Jiayu, immediately broke free, turned around, and looked at He Jiayu angrily.

He Jiayu was unwilling. Got up from the chair, stepped forward and bullied Jian Fan back, propped up the bookshelf, and locked Jian Fan in his arms.

Jian Fan put his hands on He Jiayu's chest. "You've drunk too much, don't push me to do it. ”

"I'm sober now, how gentle you have been to me as you were just now. He Jiayu clamped Jian Fan's hands and wrists, and continued to lean over, wanting to find the sweetness he had longed for.

"You said you wouldn't do anything I didn't like anymore. Jian Fan dodged to the side. The gaze was cold and determined.

He Jiayu looked directly at Jian Fan's gaze, frustration and pain stirred the empty heart, and he reluctantly let go of Jian Fan, "Yes, I said it." ”

Jian Fan hurriedly dodged and kept a certain distance from He Jiayu.

He Jiayu smiled bitterly, "Jian Fan, you pushed me away again." Feeling your tenderness, I have decided to let Han Cong go, it seems that I am wrong. ”

"Jiayu, why bother? You know it's wrong, just let it go. In doing so, you will not be happy, otherwise you would not have drunk so much. ”

He Jiayu turned his back and looked lonely, "For you, I will consider it." ”

He Aiyi stood outside the door of the study, looking at the noodles that had been heated for the second time on the dining table, and his heart was like the bowl of noodles, stirring together and couldn't tell who to be sad about.

I didn't expect Manager He to be so infatuated, but it's a pity that Jian Fanxin belongs. It is another "falling flowers intentionally, flowing water ruthlessly".

Jian Fan walked out of the study gloomily.

"Manager He, the noodles are on the table, you must eat some. Jian Fan and I went back first. He Aiyi was afraid that He Jiayu would feel embarrassed, so he pulled Jian Fan and left quickly.

"Okay, thank you, I won't send you anymore. Xiao He, you drive away. ”

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. ”

"Hmm. He Jiayu sat back on the chair and took out the simple and traditional photos and albums, "For you, do I really let it go?"

He Aiyi closed the door, quickly went downstairs, and walked into the car, "Jian Fan, what's wrong, I'm worried." ”

Jian Fan looked at the dark clouds in the sky, "It's going to rain." ”

"The weather forecast says there is heavy rain. We were able to rush back before the rain. ”

"Hmm. ”

However, the heavenly lord did not fulfill people's wishes, and the raindrops of beans quickly crackled down, and the wipers quickly slapped left and right, and Jian Fan's heart trembled.

"Aiyi, do you think I'm a troublesome person. Jian Fan suddenly felt the urge to rush into the rain and be baptized.

"You're the one who doesn't like to make trouble for others. He Aiyi understood Jian Fan's current mood, although he didn't fully hear the conversation between Jian Fan and He Jiayu, but he also knew the general meaning. Being loved is not easier than love, love can be controlled by oneself, but being loved can only be passively accepted, tangled to the end, soft-hearted people are hurt the most.

Jian Fan leaned against the car window, watching the water drifting away on the windowpane, tears welling up in his eyes. Because of me, Han Cong's project was lost, the company was troubled by Fangda, Jiang Shuai's life was messed up by me, and He Jiayu actually did what he knew he shouldn't do for me. The project I participated in has not yet officially ended, but I have taken on another R&D task. What am I doing? I don't like to cause trouble to others, but mine does cause a lot of trouble to others.

"Jian Fan, you once told me that nothing is impossible. Everything will be fine. He Aiyi was afraid to pat the back of Jian Fan's hand. (To be continued.) )