Chapter 147: A Spell

Han Cong was drowsy under the influence of alcohol, and his body slid down and leaned on the steps.

"Mr. Han, I'll help you in. Deng Anqi didn't know when he appeared next to Han Cong.

Han Cong raised his head slightly, "Don't worry about me, I'll sit for a while." ”

"Mr. Han, why didn't Sister Jian Fan come with you?" Deng Anqi squatted down to accompany Han Cong.

"Do you know Jian Fan?"

"I followed Manager Yang to run business, and she went home on vacation. But before leaving, she specifically instructed that if Sister Jian Fan came with you, let me learn from her. ”

"Manager Yang?"

"Manager Yang Yunlian, she is very powerful. I was lucky to be assigned to work under her. ”

"Oh. ”

"Han Cong, why are you sitting here?" Yan Min walked out of the building and glanced at Deng Anqi vigilantly.

"I'm a little tired, take a break. Han Cong held his forehead.

Yan Min leaned over and looked at Han Cong, a little distressed, "Wait a minute, I'll settle the account first, and then say hello to Mr. Qu and we'll leave." ”

"Good. ”

Deng Anqi stood up, didn't like Yan Min's intimate smile to Han Cong, and pouted at Yan Min's back, "Mr. Han, Manager Yang said that if you need her help with anything, just say it." ”

"Got it, thank you. Han Cong replied casually.

"Manager Yang also asked me to ask when you and Sister Jian Fan plan to get married. ”

"Oh, hehe. Xiao Deng, how do you open your mouth Manager Yang and shut up Manager Yang. Han Cong was inexplicably upset.

Deng Anqi was about to speak, but Yan Min walked back, "Mr. Qu, they haven't finished their fun, let's go first." ”

Yan Min helped Han Cong to stand up and walked to the intersection to stop the car.

Deng Anqi still cared about the question just now, and caught up with two steps, "Mr. Han, you haven't said when you plan to marry Sister Jian Fan?"

Yan Min paused for a moment, "Little girl, this is not something you should be concerned about. ”

"It's coming. Han Cong turned around and smiled at Deng Anqi.

"You're drunk. Yan Min's heart was tugged at by Han Cong's answer.

Han Cong rolled down the window after getting into the car, and let the cool breeze blow his regretful heart.

I am the only one who is in this situation. I pushed Jian Fan to Jiang Shuai step by step. At first, it was just Jiang Shuai's wishful thinking around Jian Fan, I didn't care; then Jian Fan was attracted to Jiang Shuai, although I minded, but still Jiang Shuai cared for her; until today, Jian Fan personally admitted that she likes Jiang Shuai. If I don't interfere and stop it, Jian Fan's feelings for Jiang Shuai will not only be liked.

Han Cong took out his mobile phone. After pondering for a while, the phone called, "Jiang Shuai, let's meet." ”

"If you're still drunk, let's do it another day. ”

Yan Min held Han Cong's arm. "It's late. ”

Han Cong shook off Yan Min, "Jiang Shuai, I'll wait for you on the playground." We have to talk about the simple and the complicated. ”

The phone hung up, Han Cong closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Yan Min clenched his fists, why is this happening? During the day, Han Cong also put his mind on the company, and in order to take care of my emotions, he left Jian Fan and went back to the company with me. In order to prevent him from sending Jian Fan, I specially arranged a party with Yunhua Company in the evening. Unexpectedly, his heart has always been thinking about Jian Fan. For Han Cong, I almost ruined the company, I paid so much. He can only belong to me.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Han Cong got out of the car and walked straight to the playground despite Yan Min's follow. Han Cong was eager to hear Jiang Shuai's promise, and he must make Jiang Shuai promise not to bother Jian Fan again.

Yan Min clasped his arms in front of his chest and looked at Han Cong's slender and upright figure from a distance. Jiang Shuai hasn't arrived yet, but Yan Min has some expectations in his heart. Since Han Cong was in such a hurry to find Jiang Shuai, Jiang Shuai must have been unwilling to be just a bystander. Jiang Shuai, it's up to you.

The wait was palpitating. Finally, a chic and handsome figure appeared on the edge of the playground. Jiang Shuai's footsteps are still cool and tugging on a charming rhythm.

Jiang Shuai couldn't know what Han Cong wanted to say, jumped up and touched the horizontal bar above his head, "Let's start." ”

"Jiang Shuai. You didn't keep your promises. Han Cong's tone was flat, and he gradually sobered up in the night breeze, and his resolute facial features returned to a demeanor of defiance for everything.

"Of course I complied, Jian Fan's heart only had you. I'm a spectator from afar. Jiang Shuai seemed to be reminiscing about the taste of staying far away, frowning slightly. It was a kind of helplessness to swallow the bitterness secretly, and to pretend to be light on the surface.

"However, you have made Jian Fu like you. Han Cong said the facts that he had to face, the facts that Jian Fan admitted himself.

"Yes, I already know. Jian Cheng likes me. So I'm standing by where I am. Jiang Shuai raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"Don't you think you should leave? Han Cong was stabbed by Jiang Shuai's expression, it was a kind of determination, a kind of provocation.

"Han Cong, my 'stay put' is already giving you a chance. You should take advantage of this opportunity and cherish it. Also, it's not me who makes Jian Cheng like me, it's you who make Jian Cheng like me. How many times you ignore Jian Mao, how many times Jian Mao notices me. Just like today, you let Jian Fan go to the station alone, if it weren't for the fact that you didn't have her in your heart, how would I have a chance. ”

Han Cong was short of words, "Jian Fan won't leave me." ”

"I hope so, and I also hope that Jian Cheng has a complete relationship. Facing Han Cong's pale language, Jiang Shuai smiled disdainfully.

"Don't worry, I will give Jian Fan the most complete feelings. ”

"I'll see. From today on, everything I do for Jian Mao is no longer for you, and I will not make any more efforts to protect the relationship between you and Jian Mao. ”

Han Cong clenched his fists, "Jiang Shuai, don't forget the most important point. Jian Fan can't erase the memory of being with me, she can't abandon the feelings she gave me for me, and she will never give up on me. ”

Jiang Shuai froze there, and this sentence was like a spell imprisoned in Jiang Shuai's mind, lingering. Han Cong would not have thought that a word in his anger would have a huge lethal effect, and one day he would regret and suffer from the words he once said.

"Thank you for the reminder, I know what to do. Happy holidays and goodbye. Jiang Shuai tried to calm down and walked to the sidelines.

Yan Min stood outside the arena, although he couldn't hear what the two people said, but it could be seen that the two of them finally broke up unhappily. Seeing Jiang Shuai coming over, he chuckled, "Jiang Shuai, if you had listened to me, why would you have done this." ”

Jiang Shuai ignored Yan Min and passed by him. Suddenly, Jiang Shuai seemed to think of something, and stopped, "Yan Min, you'd better stop calculating Jian Fan, Jian Fan's kindness doesn't mean that I can tolerate you." Tonight, you deliberately arranged a party so that Han Cong couldn't get out. ”

Yan Min felt a hint of coolness, and then raised his head without showing weakness, "You know Han Cong, if it weren't for the effect of alcohol, do you think he would be so entangled with Jian Fan? Work, career, and ideals are what he cares about the most. I'm just doing what I can to help him achieve his ambitions. What is the current situation of the company, I hope you have time to find out. ”

Jiang Shuai pursed the corners of his mouth and walked away quickly. Unreasonable, terrible woman. But I have to admit that Yan Min is very smart, she knows what Han Cong wants, and easily takes advantage of Han Cong's weakness. If Han Cong is not vigilant, he will eventually be captured by her step by step. As a friend of Han Cong, I have reminded him a long time ago, but now it seems to be in vain. Let's all do our own thing. (To be continued.) )