The National Day holiday is approaching, and the tense working atmosphere in the office is from time to time joyful and exciting by the holiday travel plans.

"Jian Fan, are you going out to play on vacation?" asked Yuan Tao in a low voice.

"Don't go out to play, go home, my mom misses me. Jian Fan slid the mouse, "What about you?"

"My girlfriend came to see me and have a good time with her in Beijing. ”

Jian Fan winked exaggeratedly at Yuan Tao, "It's so sweet." ”

Yuan Tao raised the corners of his mouth shyly, "Your boyfriend will go home with you." ”

"Probably not. Jian Fan held his cheeks. It's a holiday on Friday, and I have already told Han Cong that he is going home on the eleventh, and he has not said his plans so far, maybe he has more things to do and has no time to take care of the holiday.

Jian Fan sometimes feels very helpless, for Han Cong, an arrogant person, she will always be taken care of, cared for, and coaxed away from danger and sorrow, but not his like-minded comrade-in-arms. Han Cong didn't need her support, didn't need her cooperation, and didn't even need her to participate too much, this feeling made Jian Fan afraid of becoming a burden to Han Cong, so he didn't ask for it, didn't bother, and could only wait quietly.

Jian Fan saw that Yuan Tao was a little surprised, and deliberately didn't care, "He's busy, hehe." ”

Yuan Tao sensed the deliberately concealed frustration on Jian Fan's face.

Jian Fan rubbed his eyes, "I'm going to fetch water, do I want to bring you a drink?"

"Didn't you just come back from fetching water? Yuan Tao stared at Jian Fan's water glass.

"Oh. I forgot. Jian Fan's face turned red. The annoying Han Cong distracted me again, I want to put you in the bottom grid of my heart, put you in the cold palace, and seal you.

The seven-day National Day holiday is comparable to the Spring Festival, and no one will ignore it. It's just that when you can't decide or are unwilling, you just don't know it.

Before finding an effective way to deal with Fangda, Han Cong and Yan Min simply worked in Wu Zhifeng's company and had a lot of affairs to deal with. I really can't spare the energy to deal with the endless attacks every day.

Yao Fei held a lollipop in her mouth, leaned on a swivel chair with her legs raised, and spun around, "Xiaomin, how do you arrange the eleventh holiday?"

Yan Min looked at Han Cong and Jiang Shuai, who were concentrating on the issues in the conference room. Walking over on tiptoe, leaning over to Yao Fei and whispering, "What arrangements I can have, it depends on how Han Cong arranges." ”

Yao Fei pinched Yan Min, "It's not too much." You are obedient to Han Cong, and there is no benefit. ”

Yan Min patted Yao Fei's hand, "I'm willing." ”

"Then don't you just ask Han Cong to know? Make arrangements early, I still want to go out to play. Yao Fei took out a lollipop from the drawer and handed it to Yan Min.

Yan Min took the candy and threw it back, "I don't have as much fun as you, I'm worried that Han Cong and Jian Fan will have some travel plans." If Han Cong chooses to spend his vacation in Beijing, I would rather accompany him to work for 7 extra days. Yan Min bit his lip, "I really wish there was no such holiday, or everyone forgot about it." Perhaps, I should find a way to make Han Cong have to stay in Beijing during the holidays. ”

Yao Fei looked at Yan Min lovingly and with some reproach. If Yan Min and Han Cong are like glue, how can Jian Fan bear it? I feel sorry for Yan Min, and I don't want Jian Fan to be hurt, so I let me be caught between them, watching them finally have a pain and nothing to do.

"Why are you looking at me like this? You and Wu Zhifeng are like me, and you can't bear to see me alone and lonely. You don't need to worry about Jian Fan, she is really not suitable for Han Cong. ”

Yan Min looked at Han Cong in the conference room, Jian Fan would only distract Han Cong's energy and consume Han Cong's will. Han Cong is so good, why should he wronged himself to cater to Jian Fan. Only I am suitable for Han Cong. Han Cong should belong to me, how can I let Han Cong go home with Jian Fan. Let him go to see Jian Fan's parents and win the approval of Jian Fan's parents? Han Cong shouldn't do these things that only ordinary people do, he is a jade who has fallen into the mortal world. How can it be dusty.

Yao Fei shook his head, "Whatever you want." ”

Han Cong's hand holding the mouse and dragging and clicking on the flowchart paused, and Jiang Shuai stared at the screen without reminding him. Obviously, Han Cong and Jiang Shuai both heard Yao Fei's question, 'How do you arrange the eleventh holiday?'

This sensitive issue, which I wanted to be ignored by Han Cong and Jiang Shuai, was still clearly aired.

There was silence for a moment, and finally Jiang Shuai slid the mouse out of Han Cong's hand. Center a flowchart on the screen to display, "Han Cong, your parents have gone abroad to teach, will you stay in Beijing or not?"

Jiang Shuai knew that Jian Fan was going home during the holiday, and he was very reluctant to let her leave, but he couldn't keep or follow. As Jian Fan's boyfriend, it is natural for Han Cong to accompany Jian Fan back, but Jiang Shuai does not want to see it, refuses to see it, and is afraid to see it.

Love is selfish and cruel after all. You can be tortured willingly, you can deceive yourself and endure suffering, and you can claim to be noble and self-paralyzed. But in the face of the indisputable facts, in the face of the conclusion that is almost the final ending, and in the face of the love that has been guarded is about to leave, Jiang Shuai's heart began to subvert. Only the remaining reason is still telling Jiang Shuai that for the sake of Jian and Fan, for the sake of Jian and Fan's love, he must endure, give up, and sacrifice.

Han Cong leaned back in his chair and adjusted his sitting posture, "There are so many things to deal with in Beijing, I'm afraid Yan Min can't handle it alone, and I won't go anywhere." ”

Han Cong had long known that Jian Fan was going home during the holidays, and his parents also told him to care more about Jian Fan before he went abroad, and he must visit Jian Fan's parents during the holidays. When they return from the lecture, the parents of both sides get together to finalize the marriage of the two people.

However, the holiday was approaching, and Han Cong was a little hesitant. It's not because I don't like or love Simplified Tradition, but because I like and love Simplified and Traditional too much. Whenever I think about Simplified Tradition, I feel that there is too little I can do for Simplified Traditional, and I can give Simplified Tradition. When I concentrated on graduate school, I didn't realize this, but at that time, I could have hopes, I could have hopes, I could have hopes, and I could be confident that I could bring happiness to Jian Fan. But since the establishment of the company with Yan Min, everything has changed, and everything has become out of control. Being trapped in the most specific affairs, I realized how weak I was, how powerless, how inactive, and how far away I was from the expected success.

Putting Jian Fan above the top of his heart, but not being able to give her the best, Han Cong began to be angry. Jian Fan complained that I was coaxing her, and I said I just didn't want her to worry about me. I can't spend time with her, I can't let her follow me undisturbed, I can't give her a comfortable and happy life, but I keep saying that I care about her, I love her, and I do everything possible to keep her by my side.

I was afraid that she would be attracted to others, I was afraid that she would hate the helpless compromise I had to make every decision, and I was afraid that she would leave me. I really want to quickly confirm the engagement with Jian Fan, to have her completely, to no longer suffer from gains and losses, and to beg her to give up some of my self for me as a husband. But can I really do that? I can't, I can't trample on the purity and sincerity of simplicity. I will marry her because I love her, and I will never marry her for fear of losing her, otherwise, how can I hold my head up in the face of a simple and noble soul. I'm sorry, I know you want me to go home with you, but I can't, I'm not ready, I don't have the confidence to make a commitment in front of your parents, I don't have the confidence to have you.

Faced with Han Cong's answer, Jiang Shuai was not happy, and felt a little unhappy for Jian Fan, "Hmm." I don't have any arrangements, let's go to the office together. ”

"Shuaizi, don't you persuade me to accompany Jian Fan home?" Han Cong laughed at himself, thinking that someone could give him some encouragement at this time.

"I don't know. Jiang Shuai stood up and patted Han Cong's shoulder, "Take it for yourself." ”

Han Cong smiled sadly and shook his head. (To be continued.) )