In the next two days, Wen Shiyan was ordered by Ji Wei to recuperate at home, and only returned to the company when the wound on his back was better.

The two did not mention the previous episode, and the news about Wen Shiyan's engagement disappeared inexplicably=, and no one was heard discussing his marriage to Ruan Chuling.

When it was close to lunch, Wen Shiyan received a call from Jiang Qinghe, and stroked his brows helplessly, but still pressed the answer button.

"Wen Shiyan, I'm downstairs in your company now, and I'll have a meal together at noon."

Jiang Qinghe's playful and lively voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was a hint of humility in his tone.

Wen Shiyan couldn't help but think of that familiar appearance in his mind, and after hesitating for a while, he still responded.

As soon as Wen Shiyan walked out of the hall, he saw Jiang Qinghe not far away, wearing a light-colored hat and mask, and a powder blue dress, and the girl next door was very cute.

With his hands at his side, wrapped around the tassels on his crossbody bag, he paced the door of the hall, looking inside from time to time.

Seeing Wen Shiyan's figure, his big round eyes were suddenly crystal moist, and after looking around, he ran towards Wen Shiyan quickly.

"I haven't answered your phone calls in the past few days, Mr. Wen, I can finally find time to have a meal with me."

Jiang Qinghe's tone was full of grievances, and he wanted to step forward to hold Wen Shiyan, but he didn't expect the other party to take a step back directly, and his hand was suspended in the air and withdrawn with some embarrassment.

"Jiang Qinghe, pay attention to proportion."

Wen Shiyan's voice was cold and soft, and there was a lazy hoarseness in his tone.

Jiang Qinghe pursed his lips a little unhappily, and followed behind Wen Shiyan awkwardly.

The two came to the restaurant near the company, and considering the particularity of Jiang Qinghe's profession, they specially chose a private room.

After entering the box, Jiang Qinghe took off his hat and mask, and his little face was red from the mask.

Thinking of the behavior of Wen Shiyan just now, he held his breath in his heart, took the menu and ordered all the signature dishes.

Wen Shiyan chuckled lightly, and waited until the waiter took the menu.

Slowly poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip:

"You asked me to eat, you invite this meal."

Hearing Shi Yan's words, Jiang Qinghe gritted his teeth, hum, she invites her.

Thinking of the purpose of coming this time, Jiang Qinghe gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile:

"Shiyan, I want to be with you again."

Before, she always thought that Wen Shiyan and Ji Wei were together just to be angry with her, so she never took Ji Wei seriously.

As soon as she learned the news that he and Miss Ruan were going to get engaged this time, she couldn't sit still, she let go once, and didn't want to let go a second time, Wen Shiyan could only be hers.

Hearing Jiang Qinghe's words, Wen Shiyan raised his eyebrows, and his tone was as cold as he had not imagined, as if he had quenched ice.

"Remember the breakup you mentioned first. Jiang Qinghe, there is no regret medicine in this world. ”

Jiang Qinghe looked at Wen Shiyan's emotionless eyes, and felt a feeling of weakness and colic in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I was too willful at the beginning, and I chose to let go when I didn't know how to love. I regret it now, let's start over. ”

Jiang Qinghe couldn't help choking up in the last tone, the tip of his nose was sour, his eyes were slightly red, and a layer of wet mist gradually accumulated in his eyes.

Wen Shiyan squinted his eyes slightly, with a hint of playfulness and exploration in his deep gaze, and his finger bones tapped the table very rhythmically, as if he was thinking about Jiang Qinghe's words.

"Are you sure you want Wen Shiyan, not Wen Ershao's identity?"

Hearing this, Jiang Qinghe was slightly flustered, of course, it was more worthwhile to become the second young man of the Wen family.

"Ji Wei is also interested in your money."

Jiang Qinghe bit his lip, a little unwilling.

Hearing this, the banquet picked up the cup and drank the rest of the tea, and the Adam's apple slid up and down with the action of swallowing, lazy.

"I'd love to."

After saying that, he got up and walked away.