Since reading the program designed by Jian Cheng, He Jiayu has been silent all morning, and he has no intention of thinking about his entry. It's really unexpected, all the developers in the key customer department have been inspected, and from the perspective of ability, although there are a few people who are threatening to themselves, they are all on the project, and they have no time to take care of this programming competition, compared to the project prize, the prize money that the winner of the competition can get is insignificant. I thought I had the chance to win, but I didn't want it to be complicated.

Yuan Tao saw that He Jiayu suddenly became so quiet, and his face was sad, and he couldn't help but gloat a little. Haha, this boy is probably stunned by the program designed by Jian Mao. I have even more admiration for Jian Fan, and I am worthy of graduating from the software major, and it seems that I still have a lot to learn, especially to systematically learn the theoretical knowledge of software.

Approaching noon, He Jiayu's tightly knit brows finally relaxed. It really can't be used, so this is the only way to go.

"Jian Fan, how is the development progressing? Let's go, go downstairs and eat. He Jiayu walked up to Jian Fan, put his hand on the back of Jian Fan's chair, and leaned over to look at Jian Fan's computer screen. Beautiful woman, when will I be able to really embrace you, it shouldn't be too long. This enchanting aroma makes my heart crisp.

"Oh, go ahead. I have something to do at noon. Jian Fan looked at the pager on the table, looking lonely.

"You can't skip a meal for anything. He Jiayu asked with concern.

"Jian Fan is not going, then let's go. Yuan Tao walked out, obviously pushing He Jiayu away from Jian Fan.

"Jian and I haven't finished talking yet. He Jiayu didn't want to move.

"I'll talk about it when I get back from dinner. Yuan Tao pushed He Jiayu hard and kept walking forward.

He Jiayu secretly scolded Yuan Tao, you really think that you are Jian Fan's flower messenger, and it is a good thing for me.

Jian Fan stood up and walked to the window and looked downstairs at the square. People come and go, how much I look forward to seeing Han Cong. Jian Fan's mind was full of Han Cong's helplessness last night. Why couldn't he put aside his feelings last night, why didn't he fulfill Han Cong's wish, why did he insist on hurting his self-esteem.

Suddenly, Jian Fan saw a figure wandering near the phone booth on the side of the square. That's right, it's Han Cong. Jian Fan's heart beat faster, as if after a long and exhausting struggle in the water, the fog dissipated, and he found that the light of the lighthouse was close at hand. All worries, all doubts, all despair are gone, and only gratitude for fate, worship of hope, remains.

Han Cong has always been deeply remorseful, how could he be so ruthless to blaspheme Jian Fan. Jian Fan, will you forgive me. I wanted to paged Jian Mao, but I was worried that what greeted me was Jian Fan's rejection and Jian Fan's abandonment of me.

Jian Fan ran downstairs and ran to Han Cong. Han Cong's eyes were full of surprise. Jian Fan took a step forward and hugged Han Cong.

"Han Cong, I love you. Jian Fan knew that only the three words 'I love you' could save Han Cong's self-esteem.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you sad. ”

"Jian Fan, I'm really afraid that you won't pay attention to me anymore. ”

"Never. ”

"Thank you, Jian Cheng. ”

All the inhibitions and pain disappeared in this moment. Like a fluttering butterfly, Jian Fan took Han Cong's hand and rotated around Han Cong. Han Cong also smiled and turned.

Han Cong suddenly found that Jian Fan, who had always been quiet, turned out to be so lively. blamed himself for being bad, and almost lost Jian Fan. Jian Fan is like a sensible child, she has always pleased me, but I have always neglected her. Jian Fan may have received the doting and care I never gave him from Jiang Shuai, so he was interested in Jiang Shuai. Jian Fan, from today onwards, I will definitely love you with all my heart.

He Jiayu watched from the window at everything he least wanted to see. A punch against the wall.