Lin Yimian didn't expect to see such a picture, and couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.

Sheng Min stood at the door and pulled his hair twice, seeing that Lin Yimian's eyes were always on him, his face, which was already flushed from running, became more and more red, like a ripe tomato.

"Lin, Miss Lin." Sheng Min raised his watch and looked at it, and said slightly apologetically, "I'm sorry I'm late." ”

Then he handed the red rose to Lin Yimian: "This is a flower for you." ”

Lin Yimian blinked, his gaze swept over the delicate petals, "Is this a late apology?" ”

Sheng Min waved his hand and hurriedly explained: "No, no, it's a blessing on Christmas Eve." ”

Christmas Eve? Lin Yimian's eyes were hot, and she suddenly remembered the lively scene at home every Christmas Eve when her mother was still there.

"Miss Lin?" Sheng Min looked at her reddened eyes, and was a little at a loss for a while. He thought, what Chu Huainan said was really right, Lin Yimian really likes flowers.

Lin Yimian slowed down, took the flower, and said softly: "Thank you." She suppressed the choked throat that was about to overflow in her throat, adjusted the atmosphere and said, "People send apples on Christmas Eve, how do you send flowers?" ”

Sheng Min scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I feel that the flowers are beautiful, and I am more worthy of you." ”

Lin Yimian's heart warmed, and he said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

I don't know if it's because of the little episode at the beginning, but the conversation between the two people in the back is unexpectedly harmonious. After finalizing the contract, the two had lunch together.

Outside, the snow was falling, but the sky was surprisingly bright. There are no clouds, no wind in transit, and the sun is warm.

Sheng Min said that the person in charge of another company was coming in the afternoon, so they changed to a café with a view of the snow.

In this project, Huai Yi was mainly responsible for the cultural and creative aspects, while the other company was responsible for the architectural design.

Speaking of architecture, Lin Yimian thought of the Song Group, and their family's construction company is among the top in City A.

"What's the other company?" Lin Yimian stirred the cappuccino in front of him and asked casually.

"Nanwu Construction, a subsidiary of the Song Group."

The porcelain-white spoon touched the wall of the cup, and the crisp sound was muffled by the gust of wind at the entrance.

Lin Yimian subconsciously raised his head, and when he saw the visitor, he breathed a sigh of relief invisibly.

Sheng Min got up and greeted: "Song Shao, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Song Nuanyang was dressed in a low-key and luxurious black suit, his hair was all combed, and his temperament was much more mature than when Lin Yimian saw him last time.

When he began to discuss the project design with Sheng Min, Lin Yimian realized that he was not only mature in temperament, but also had a much more stable style.

In the evening, the snow fell heavier. A layer of ice has formed on the pavement. Lin Yimian looked at the ice and frowned, the snow chain of her car was only scrapped yesterday, and she didn't have time to buy it yet.

Sheng Min and Song Nuanyang, who came one step behind, noticed her situation, and Sheng Min took the lead in saying that he would send her back. But the two are not on the way, even a distance between south and north.

After Lin Yimian refused, he sent a message to Chu Huainan.

"Senior sister, I'll send you, I also live in Xia Heyuan." Song Nuanyang said, "I met you a few days ago, but before I could say hello, you left." ”

Lin Yimian looked down at his phone, and Chu Huainan said that he had already arrived home. The snow fell onto her tweed coat, fleeting, leaving a slightly wet mark. Lin Yimian sighed secretly and said to Song Nuanyang: "Trouble, thank you." ”

*

When Song Wenli listened to Qin Mowei's work report today, he casually asked about Song Nuanyang's recent situation. It's been a month since he was transferred to Nanwu, and I don't know if the momentum of his brain has been restrained a little.

As a result, I knew that Song Nuanyang took the initiative to take over the project of Sino-British Culture Street in order to cooperate with Lin Yimian. With his current capacity, he couldn't be in charge of that project at all.

Song Wenli called Song Nuanyang, all of them were busy. It happened that he got off work early today, and he came directly to find Song Nuanyang.

But he didn't expect that he would see this scene in front of Song Nuanyang's house.

The woman was dressed in a capable and gentle professional attire, holding a bouquet of bright flowers in her arms, she lowered her head, and the red flowers lined her with delicate and moving. Song Nuanyang held an umbrella, and the umbrella surface was tilted, blocking all the wind and snow for the woman. His eyes were sincere and gentle, whispering something to the woman.

The surroundings were snow-white, and everything was silent, as if there was only a touch of their bright color.

Lin Yimian persuaded all the way, and finally stopped Song Nuanyang's idea of sending her to the door. It's just that Song Nuanyang insisted that she hold the umbrella, Lin Yimian was helpless, and after taking the umbrella, he watched Song Nuanyang enter the house before walking forward.

After passing through a road, the squeak of smashing branches behind him became more and more obvious, and Lin Yimian turned around as if he had sensed something. A brutal force struck her, and her wrist was slammed and twisted, and the soreness was immediately transmitted to her brain.

Lin Yimian lowered his hand, looked at the man in front of him, and couldn't help but roar: "Song Wenli, what are you crazy about?!" ”

Song Wenli's eyebrows were cold, he threw the rose at Lin Yimian's feet without saying a word, how could the delicate flowers withstand such a toss, the petals were scattered all over the ground, staining the snow all over the ground.

Lin Yimian's gaze fell with the bouquet of flowers, and he said coldly: "You are sick." ”

Song Wenli sneered, her voice colder than her: "Who made you cheap?" ”