At five o'clock in the afternoon, the black Bentley drove into the No. 6 villa of Yunding Palace and stopped steadily.

The sunset was in full bloom, and half of the sky was dyed orange and red.

Zhu Yilan in the passenger seat pushed the door down, and when he raised his eyes, Fu Jichen in the back seat had gotten out of the car and stepped on the steps in front of the door.

Always by his side, she could see that he was striding more urgently than usual.

Zhu Yilan didn't know why he paid attention to such details, so he silently followed with his bag.

After entering the house, Fu Jichen wanted to go to the elevator, but first heard a voice from the kitchen, softly, with an open mind to ask for advice.

"Is that how you pinch? Why doesn't it look round......"

Turning around simply, Fu Jichen came to the kitchen, and saw Shen Jianian standing in front of the island at the door, his hands covered with white glutinous rice flour, pinching out a flat rice ball and putting it into a white porcelain plate.

She wore a gentle off-white knitted suit, with a slightly short top and a hem just at the waist, creating a visual effect of legs from the chest down, making her look tall and slender, and slender and delicate. She wore fluffy slippers on her feet and white stockings around her ankles.

"I don't seem to be able to pinch it very well." Shen Jianian was too engrossed, he didn't notice the people behind him, and he was still exchanging skills with Cheng Jin on kneading rice balls, "When you cook in the pot, you won't show the filling, right?" ”

She turned her head slightly sideways when she spoke, her long black hair was tied into a low pill head, and a few strands of broken hair fell from her cheeks, looking gentle and quiet.

"I'll take a look at ......" Cheng Jin turned around, and the afterglow first swept a tall black shadow, looked at it, and hurriedly put down a kneaded rice ball in his hand, and went over to greet him, "Mr. is back?" Look at me, I didn't hear the door open when I patronized the dumplings. ”

Shen Jianian turned around, and the man at the door was looking at her with a smile.

Zhu Yilan behind him stood quietly, wearing a more formal Chu suit, a houndstooth coat over it, and a large tote bag in both hands.

Shen Jiannian went to the sink to wash his hands and walked over, looking at Fu Jichen in black and white, he didn't know what to say for a while, his eyes were a little shy, as if he had been knocked into something.

Fu Jichen held her hand and squeezed it gently, and looked at Zhu Yilan who was waiting on the side: "I'll go get the information book." ”

Zhu Yilan still has the serious expression of the workplace: "Okay." ”

Fu Jichen glanced at Shen Jiannian, let go of his hand, turned around and slowly walked into the elevator.

Cheng Jin went to cook rice balls, and there were only two women left in the living room. Zhu Yilan bowed his head lightly at Shen Jiannian and greeted: "I heard that you are injured, are you okay?" ”

The scar on Shen Jianian's neck had faded a lot, and he didn't cover it up anymore, and he was exposed at a glance.

"It's okay, thank you." Shen Jianian smiled with gratitude and invited her to sit down.

Zhu Yilan sat down on the sofa, the indoor heating was too much, she took off her coat and hugged it in her arms. Shen Jianian poured her a cup of hot tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

The two don't know each other too well and don't have much to talk about.

Relatively speechless for a moment, Zhu Yilan picked up the teacup, handed it to his mouth and blew it, took a sip, and asked her first: "After the injury recovers, will you work in the group?" ”

Fu Jichen has officially returned and will definitely take over the position of president of the group.

The headquarters is different from the Yicheng subsidiary, and the tasks of the secretary's office are very heavy and complex, which ordinary people cannot bear. She should go to the marketing department after joining the company, but she has been in the headquarters for a few years before, if Shen Jianian is in need, she can ask someone she knew before to give her some convenience.

Shen Jianian's expression was a little dazed: "I don't know." ”

"That's right." Zhu Yilan curled the corners of his lips and smiled slightly, "Mr. Chen will definitely give you the best arrangement." ”

With Fu Jichen to escort him, Shen Jianian shouldn't need her help, so he dispelled his previous thoughts.

After a while, Zhu Yilan held the teacup and said in a sincere tone: "Actually, I can see that you don't like the job of an assistant very much." ”

Shen Jianian looked up at her, not knowing what to answer.

What Zhu Yilan said is the truth, she has been learning cello since she was a child, and there are few other things that interest her. He mentioned it to Fu Jichen as an assistant, and later she thought that if she wanted to take over the company in the future, she would have to learn something. With this in mind, she threw herself into the job.

If you want to talk about love, there really isn't much.

"The rice balls are cooked."

Cheng Jin's voice came from the kitchen, pulling back Shen Jiannian's thoughts.

At the same time, the elevator door opened, and Fu Jichen walked out with two documents in his hand. He changed into casual clothes and lost some time.

The topic between Shen Jiannian and Zhu Yilan ended and did not continue.

Zhu Yilan put down the teacup, stood up with his coat and bag, took the folder that Fu Jichen held in his hand, put it in his bag, and prepared to say goodbye.

Shen Jianian said: "Let's eat a bowl of glutinous rice balls and then go, freshly made in the afternoon." ”

Zhu Yilan was just about to open his mouth to refuse, but Fu Jichen said to her in a rare and gentle tone: "Let Qu Mo send you back later." ”

Zhu Yilan was slightly stunned, and it was difficult for her to refrain from the boss's words, so she put her bag and clothes back on the sofa, smiled and nodded: "Then bother." ”

Cheng Jin took out three bowls of rice balls that had just come out of the pot, the heat was wafting around, and then looking at the bowl, the rice balls were large and small, and some were round and round.

The good ones are from the hands of Cheng Jin, and the ones that sell poorly, needless to say, are the masterpieces of Shen Jianian, a novice.

Shen Jianian was a little embarrassed when he saw it, and the smile on his lips was shy: "I don't know how to do it." "The glutinous rice noodles are sticky, and she rubs them very hard, but the result is still not good-looking.

Zhu Yilan didn't dislike it, scooped one up with a spoon and bit it open, and the sesame filling flowed out, with the fragrance of peanuts: "It tastes good." ”

Shen Jianian smiled, of course the taste is good, and the filling is made by Cheng Jin.

Fu Jichen looked at the bowl, his bowl was estimated to be Shen Jianianbao, and none of them could catch his eye: "I'm sure this is a rice ball, I look like a soup cake." ”

Shen Jianian: "......"

Zhu Yilan almost couldn't hold back her laughter in front of her boss, but fortunately, she had a high level of professionalism and tried her best to hold back.

Shen Jianian took the bowl in front of him away, and said angrily: "Don't eat it, you don't like to eat sweet anyway." ”

Fu Jichen raised his eyebrows and didn't rob her, isn't there a bowl left?

He brought one over and tasted it, and it was indeed beyond imagination. He didn't say anything, and solved the seven or eight rice balls in the bowl, thinking that he might not have to eat dinner.

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I really didn't eat dinner, Fu Jichen went directly to the study to work.

Tomorrow he will go to the group headquarters to take office, after a long absence, there are still some preparations to be done.

There was a stack of papers at hand, like a small mountain, and he planned to read them all by the early hours of the morning. However, after only one copy, he did not have the patience to look down, and his mind drifted away uncontrollably.

In the elegantly furnished study, the floor lamp exudes a warm yellow glow, which is not as bright as the table lamp on the table.

Fu Jichen took a sip of hot tea and glanced to the left.

If his gaze could penetrate the wall, he would really like to see what Shen Jiannian was doing.

As his heart moved, Fu Jichen decisively put down the teacup, pressed one hand on the edge of the desk, got up and walked out, and knocked on Shen Jianian's door.

She opened the door, the gloomy expression on her face didn't have time to be contained, and Fu Jichen looked at it in his eyes, he was stunned, and his eyes crossed her to the room behind her: "What are you doing?" ”

Shen Jianian didn't answer, Fu Jichen walked in from her side, and saw the cello placed by the window, which had been taken out of the piano case, and the bow was placed on the stool.

"Ready to play the violin?" Fu Jichen asked with interest.

Shen Jianian closed the door and denied it: "No, just take it out and take a look." ”

In fact, he was right, before he knocked on the door and came in, she took out the cello, adjusted the strings, and was about to play a song, when she suddenly thought of him working in the study, and she stopped thinking.

Zhu Yilan's words more or less affected her.

If she was to put aside all her worries and let her choose, her favorite would be the cello.

She sometimes envies Zhu Yilan, knows what she wants, and always moves towards her goal boldly, soberly, and positively.

"It seems like I haven't heard you play the piano for a while, there's a moon tonight, and the atmosphere is just right, try it?"

Fu Jichen pressed one hand on her shoulder, pushed her to the cello, and then walked across from her, leaned against the window, raised his chin slightly, and signaled that she could start.

The last time I saw her play the cello, it was in the Rose Manor, she had just taken a shower, wore a smoky pink sundress nightdress, and also sat by the window, the bright moonlight came in through the window, crossed her, and lined her like a fairy in the heavenly palace, light and ethereal.

Her piano skills are exquisite, and for Fu Jichen, that scene is a double feast of sight and hearing.

Under his encouraging eyes, Shen Jianian picked up the bow and sat on the stool, took a deep breath, helped the cello standing by the window, and gently placed it in front of him, with the head of the piano placed on his left shoulder and his hand pressed on the strings.

This time she played "Jacqueline's Tears".

After practicing the repertoire many times, Shen Jianian can play it smoothly without looking at the score, with his eyes closed.

It's not so much a performance as an emotional catharsis.

Fu Jichen admired it quietly, his mood fluctuated with the melody of the song, until the end of the song, the air was quiet for a while, and he came back to his senses, and his calm eyes seemed to hide a blazing fire.

"Do you want to keep playing the cello?" Fu Jichen asked her very seriously.

Shen Jianian lowered his eyelashes, put the piano away with a cherished movement, muttered for a moment, and said an irrelevant word: "I'm sleepy and want to sleep." ”

She had already taken a shower, put the cello and lay down in the bed, with her back to Fu Jichen.

After a while, Fu Jichen lay down beside her, and the sentence he just asked echoed in her mind, do you want to continue playing the cello?

Life is never about whether you want to or not, but whether you can or not.

Shen Jianian was hugged into his arms, with a warm chest on his back, which fit so tightly that it seemed that the lost ribs had been rediscovered and returned to their original position.

I don't know when she no longer rejects such intimacy, and even wants to rely on it when she is sad and depressed......

I haven't seen her for three days, Fu Jichen has a longing for her, and his body's reaction is real and strong, but he didn't do anything, turned off the lights, and hugged her tightly in the dark.

After a long time, there was an even and smooth breathing sound in his arms, Fu Jichen opened his eyes, slowly let go of the arm holding her, lifted the quilt and got up from the bed.

A lamp was turned on, and the luxurious and elegant room was shrouded in a pale yellow light.

Fu Jichen picked up the cigarette case and lighter, paced to the place where Shen Jianian played the piano not long ago, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the quiet night scene through the windowpane.

After smoking a cigarette, Fu Jichen took his mobile phone and called Song Fang, his voice was low, and he didn't wake up the sleeping person on the big bed behind him: "Go check Yan Qiusheng's whereabouts...... Yes, the world-famous cellist. ”