Anja turned around and shouted, "Mr. Jin." ”

Jin Zhuoqi didn't say a word, and walked past her to the sofa.

Anja didn't dare to look back, and the moment she left the lounge and closed the door, she saw Mr. Jin sitting next to her, sticking very closely to her, picked up the disposable chopsticks on the table, opened them and handed them to her, and asked in a light voice, "Why don't you eat?" Not to taste? ”

It's not boyfriend and girlfriend yet. Anja pursed her lower lip and left the nineteenth floor.

How could she look at her boss like that, and she almost said, "Hi, wife." "Got it?

Chapter 72

Nie Zhao shook his head and said, "I want to wait for you to eat together, are you usually so busy?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi said while unpacking the outer packaging: "There is a bidding recently, and there is also a cooperation with MT, and we are docking with the project team. Are there any taboos? ”

Nie Zhao shook his head again: "I can do it." ”

The food in the canteen is not as exquisite and beautiful as that of a five-star restaurant, but the taste is more in line with the public's preferences.

For Nie Zhao, a person like Nie Zhao who traveled from south to north in the past two years, he was no longer picky about food.

The lounge was a little quiet, and Nie Zhao turned his head sideways, only to see Jin Zhuoqi pinching chopsticks and staring at her.

Nie Zhao looked at him at him for no reason, and rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "What's wrong?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi looked away, lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing." ”

Maybe she remembers Nie Zhao's difficult eating back then, but even now she eats very slowly, and when she chews, she looks like a little hamster, and she still has an appetite.

At least you know how to eat when you're hungry.

The picture just now just made him think uncontrollably of being in the Taiwan Strait, where she didn't even know that she was hungry, and she wanted to vomit when she ate something, and every time she ate she could barely increase her by looking at her, as if all those things were eaten for him.

Jin Zhuoqi often feels distressed.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't have much appetite, and he didn't eat two bites in total.

Nie Zhao was half-full, and moved his gaze to the roses placed on the work desk in the distance, the whole studio was in cold tones, and the bright red roses became the only color in the rendering of the place, breaking into the view with almost dazzling colors, so that everyone who would enter this lounge could not ignore it.

"Jin Zhuoqi, what's wrong with you this morning."

Jin Zhuoqi got up in her sight to pack up the lunch box, didn't look at her, and said lightly: "What's wrong?" ”

Nie Zhao listened to him and asked knowingly, "You know." ”

Jin Zhuoqi's voice couldn't hear the emotion: "If you reject me, I want to send you with a dead face, is this what you want to see?" ”

"Miss Nie is too comfortable chasing people."

Nie Zhao stared at him silently.

His tone was like a thorn, and it was clearly angry.

She thought back for a moment, from the kiss she had in the garage last night, all the way back to the villa.

Something suddenly caught in my head.

"Because of that call?"

He didn't say a word.

"My friend is chasing Ge Yuankai, I'll just help him find out." After Nie Zhao explained, he didn't know why he hated Ge Yuankai so much, because he was taken to the hospital that day?

"Jin Zhuoqi, isn't it good for us to be straightforward?"

Say you want it, say you don't want it, say you like it, say you don't like it.

It's the same as when he said yesterday that he hated her for being guilty about others.

Jin Zhuoqi sat on the sofa, and he also felt a little tired from this kind of horizontal bar, he pinched his eyebrows, and his voice was cold and tired: "Nie Zhao, you were later taken away by Ge Yuankai." ”

When he raised his eyes, there was even a little gloom in his eyes: "Can't you be good with me, but you can be good with him?" ”

She said that she liked Meng Xun, but Jin Zhuoqi didn't think she liked it that much, on the contrary, Ge Yuankai was the person who was most intimate with her in her life.

The two of them are so harmonious that they seem to be really family members without any estrangement.

She was more relaxed in front of him than with him, and even though Jin Zhuoqi knew that after so much experience, there was no way for them to compare with a few years ago, but she still couldn't help but think about it.

"No, it's not." Nie Zhao frowned, then stared straight at his face, "Do you know that Fu Kun sent me a message?" He said, he told you I would go looking for you, and if I died, you would—"

Nie Zhao relied on that text message to survive.

Nie Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, pursed his lower lip, and asked slowly, "Brother Zhuo, do you know how many years I've known you?" It doesn't count as leaving. ”

"I've given you my best age."

Jin Zhuoqi stared at her without saying a word, Nie Zhao lowered his head, his voice was calm and forbearing, and she shivered when she thought of the withdrawal period when she left Jin Zhuoqi.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

The corners of Nie Zhao's eyes were a little red, and he looked up at him: "Let you see how many more scars I have on my body that can't be erased." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jin Zhuoqi's finger bones were clenched until they turned white, and a thorn in his heart that was so deep that he couldn't pull it out began to ache faintly, looking at her appearance, Jin Zhuoqi subconsciously wanted to turn his head, and suddenly he was a little out of breath, he intuitively felt Nie Zhao's despair and fear when he remembered the past, and clearly recognized that she was not much better than him.

A knock at the door shattered all tension in the lounge.

Jiang Hang knocked on the door, and only when he heard Jin Zhuoqi say to enter, did he push open the door, and saw a familiar face sitting on the sofa, staring at her, and his eyes were very unusually stunned.

Then he reacted quickly, looked away and stood at the door without entering, and his tone was very formulaic: "Mr. Jin, the MT people are here, will the meeting be normal for a while?" ”

Jin Zhuoqi stood up and glanced at Nie Zhao: "Postpone, you go and send Nie Zhao to work first." ”

Jiang Hang nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Nie Zhao tilted his head to look at Jiang Hang at the door, after so many years, he hadn't changed much.

The emotions were slowly flattened, Nie Zhao sat up with a deep breath, and followed Jiang Hang downstairs.

When I went downstairs, I happened to see a young woman in professional attire, about the same height as her, with long hair tied behind her neck, several folders in her hands, talking to the man next to her.

The moment he passed by, Nie Zhao heard the female voice behind him, Cheng Cheng's voice sounded gentle, perhaps because of his professional habits, he spoke quickly and competently, giving people a very shrewd feeling.

Cheng Cheng glanced at Nie Zhao, who was passing by, and stretched out his hand to Jin Zhuoqi, who had just gone downstairs, his eyes fell on Jin Zhuoqi's face, which was still completely in line with her aesthetics, his lips bloomed, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Jin, Cheng Cheng, long time no see." ”

Jin Zhuoqi didn't expect that the person sent by MT was Cheng Cheng, after all, Cheng Cheng was still in London when he was in college, and he didn't know when he would go to New York.

He just stretched out his hand to touch her, said hello, and got on the elevator to the office to talk about cooperation.

The project team was very busy as soon as they started work, and no one expected that just after lunchtime, the investors would choose to come at this time, which was really a bit of a hurry.

Even if I didn't make an appointment in advance, I didn't catch me off guard because I had already started to prepare a few days ago.

On the contrary, Jin Zhuoqi's calmness makes this billion-dollar investment seem to be not worth mentioning.

It's been cloudy lately.

The clouds are overcast, the air is humid, and when the National Day is over, the signs of autumn will become more obvious.

Nie Zhao doesn't like autumn, this season makes people think of nothing beautiful, even if the summer is hot, but when people mention summer, it seems to be a romantic youth.

What can you think of in the fall? Only desolate, endlessly gloomy and damp, like weeds that began to grow on the walls, very unbearable.

It was still Jin Zhuoqi's Rolls-Royce, and Nie Zhao sat in the back row, and after saying the address, he was stunned sideways.

The red light stopped for more than a minute halfway, and Nie Zhaocai looked at Jiang Hang and said, "Jiang Hang, I'm sorry when I was in high school, I owe you a word of sorry." ”

Jiang Hang looked at Nie Zhao's eyes in the rearview mirror and chuckled: "It's all in the past, if it weren't for Mr. Jin, I wouldn't be where I am now." ”

Ordinary people may need decades of painstaking struggle to get to the position, but Jiang Hang has risen to the top listed company at a young age, and Jin Zhuoqi has never been stingy with the people who help him do things; if he had not been promoted in recent years, he would definitely not have sat in his current position and enjoyed things that ordinary people could not get in a few lifetimes.

"Are you usually busy?"

Jiang Hang said: "It's okay." ”

In addition to work, he has always been the one who drives for Mr. Jin.

"The one just now—"

Jiang Xuan paused for a moment, not knowing whether to say it or not, and heard Nie Zhao fill in the second half of the sentence by himself.

"Has Jin Zhuoqi ever been with her?"

At that time, in addition to being treated in the hospital, Jiang Hang was following Jin Zhuoqi, and he knew far better about his affairs than Fu Kun, who was far away in China.

"Probably not." His tone was calm.

Nie Zhao chuckled: "But I didn't refuse." ”

Jiang Xuan didn't say anything, but said: "Why hold on to the past." ”

Nie Zhao: "Yes." ”

She just felt that the confident light in the girl's eyes was a little dazzling, or the attitude of talking to Jin Zhuoqi eloquently, which made her suddenly understand Jin Zhuoqi's emotions just now.

I like it so much that I can't stand the slightest intersection between the other party and another person, and that's how I feel right now.

It hurts, and it's sore.

It's like holding a lemon with a blade, swallowing it, in addition to wringing out the sparse flesh, it is also so sour that the throat is swollen and the nerves are constricted.

The distance between the two companies, Nie Zhao was almost stuck in the company, and he was not particularly busy in the afternoon, Nie Zhao glanced at his mobile phone several times, and only put the screen on the desk, without sending a word to Jin Zhuoqi.

After the contract was negotiated, Cheng Cheng sat at the negotiation table but did not move, glanced at the conference room, and then fell on the scenery outside the window, which has an excellent view from this angle, overlooking the prosperous view of the entire downtown building in Beijing.

"Mr. Jin, do you have time at night?" She asked casually.

Jin Zhuoqi raised his eyes to look at her, put his ten fingers together on the table, and still had a businesslike attitude: "The company does not promote the culture of wine tables, if there are any concerns, Miss Cheng can say directly, it is beneficial to both sides of our cooperation." ”

Cheng Cheng chuckled lightly and stared at him: "Jin Zhuoqi, we haven't seen each other for a few years, how can we be regarded as old friends, so we won't be so indifferent to me." ”

She stood up, ran her fingers across the rows of chairs, and then stood in front of the glass window, "I grew up in England, and then I went to work in the United States, and I haven't played in Jingning yet. ”

"Just taking advantage of this work to have the opportunity to go around, Mr. Jin can't help but feel the friendship of the landlords?"

Jin Zhuoqi stood up, patted the folds on the suit with the back of his hand, and looked at her coldly after smoothing it out: "If you want to play, you can find anyone, my time is very precious, and it is not suitable to waste here." ”

Cheng Cheng tilted his head and looked: "Is it suitable to waste with her?" ”

She always knew that she had some imagination about what she looked like with that girl, and Jin Zhuoqi was also because of this, only she didn't resist her good impression back then.

After seeing that girl, Cheng Cheng knew where she had lost, and her appearance and cold temperament were all things that Cheng Cheng, a pampered person who had been pampered since childhood, could not learn.