The tone of complaint is unsubstantiated and straightforward.

Just like when she was a child, she pointed at him and scolded him for not planting, so he shrunk his neck and cried vigorously, crying very aggrieved.

Like a gas bag.

It was the first time since that time that he had shown weakness in front of her, and he hadn't yelled at him immediately after she yelled at him.

She softened her heart a little, and said lightly: "There is still a little soup, Mr. Yan, you eat slowly, I am full." ”

She pushed the soup bowl towards Yan Rusheng.

Then he got up and walked towards the door.

Yan Rusheng looked at her back, that petite back, he looked at it from this angle countless times.

But this time he saw a sense of indifference.

The door opened and closed, the little figure disappeared, he slowly withdrew his gaze, and sighed deeply in his heart, the thought of her should be broken as soon as possible.

The person she was waiting for had always been Jiang Zhuoheng, and the person he should have put in his heart was Fang Jiayin.

He thought that it should be just a false dependence on her after a long time, a habit.

Maybe no more contact, no more meeting, this feeling and habit will naturally change.

……

Wen Xuxu only got the news in the afternoon that Wen Xinyi returned to the company and served as the deputy director of the public relations department.

She held the water glass, leaned lazily on the chair, and looked at Wen Xinyi's position.

Since Wen Xinyi has returned to the company, why didn't she come to the president's office to continue to be a secretary, why did she go to the public relations department?

Could it be that the old lady has another candidate in mind for the position of secretary?

Hey, I can't figure it out, so I'd better wait until I see her old man at night to ask for clarification and make it clear.

Vivid retracted his thoughts, sat up straight, put the glass down, and continued to work.

When he got off work, Wen Xuxu packed up his things, got up and left his seat with his bag, walked to the door of Yan Rusheng's office, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't knock on the door.

She didn't say hello and just left.

It's already summer, the weather is getting longer and longer, it's just over five o'clock, and the sun is still hanging high.

She walked out of the Rongsheng gate and walked straight towards the bus stop.

"Warm and lifelike."

Suddenly, someone behind her called out to her, a familiar woman's voice.

Xu Xu stopped and turned around, a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Miss Wen." ”

Wen Xinyi was wearing a pink and white mid-sleeved dress, carrying a pink Hermes bag in her hand, and wearing Chanel's boat shoes on her feet, showing her status as the daughter of a wealthy family.

She walked towards lifelike with a cold face, menacing.

Xu Xu watched Wen Xinyi walk up to her with an indifferent face, glaring at her with hateful eyes.

"Wen Xuxu, Yan Rusheng will not marry you, Grandma Yan has already agreed to our marriage." Wen Xinyi raised her chin and said proudly.

Grandpa said that this woman must be driven away from Yan Rusheng's side before she can ascend to the throne.

Because now she is a spare tire in the eyes of her grandmother.

Although her grandfather's words were straightforward, she couldn't accept them when she heard them, but then she carefully weighed them in her heart, compared to getting a man as good as Yan Rusheng, she was willing to be a temporary spare tire.

Someday she'll be on top.

Wen Xu's dark eyes were not shocked, and he smiled faintly: "Congratulations." ”

Her reaction surprised Wen Xinyi a little, she thought she would show sadness and unwillingness, but she didn't expect her to be so calm.

Was she too confident or did she really not care at all?

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