"Is it hot?"

Rong Yan looked up at the air conditioner on in the lounge.

23 degrees Celsius.

She felt quite comfortable, even a little cold.

Rong Yan looked at Wen Jingchu's blazer on the sofa, "You give me the coat and lower the temperature by two degrees." ”

The man's eyes were dark, and he stared at her meaningfully, "No, the air conditioner can't help me." ”

Rong Yan didn't understand, sat down beside him, raised his hand and touched his forehead, wanting to feel if he was sweating, and wondered, "Didn't you say hot?" ”

As she got closer, the faint scent of jasmine became clearer.

Looking at her ignorant appearance, it seemed that she really didn't react to the hint in his words.

Wen Jingchu stretched out his hand, easily hooked her thin waist, and gently rubbed his fingertips a few times slowly.

Slightly lowered his head and touched the soft lip flap, and kissed it lightly, "The heart is hot, and it is useless to lower the temperature." ”

The man's voice was low and slightly hoarse, and her waist was hooked by his big hand, and the whole person fell on top of him.

After reacting, Rong Yan's cheeks heated, "Who said that you have to endure this time?" ”

She brought up the old story again, causing Wen Jingchu to chuckle.

He turned his head sideways, his thin lips fell to the side of her delicate white neck, took a bite, and said casually, "Isn't this afraid that I won't be able to hold it and deliberately stay away from you?" ”

Who knew she was still leaning over.

Yu Guang glanced at the gauze on Rong Yan's right arm, and the man sighed and slowly let go of her.

The warm palm was reluctant to let go of her waist, and the palm went down and patted her gently. Buttocks. "Let's eat." ”

Rong Yan's face was flushed with a faint red, and he glared at him coquettishly, "It's not serious." ”

Here Zhao Nuan only saw Rong Yan's information now, [Okay, don't worry about me, I'm having a lot of fun, a lot of things to eat. 】

Rong Yan saw the cute emoji behind the message and smiled slightly, "I looked at Zhao Nuan's message and felt that she was in a good mood now." ”

Wen Jingchu didn't care about this, and reminded, "It's not something you can control about the follow-up development, don't worry too much." ”

He sometimes felt that his wife cared too much about Miss Zhao.

is more than a year younger than Miss Zhao, but she looks worried, as if she is her sister, and cares about her carefully.

"When she's happy, I'm happy."

After a pause, Rong Yan looked at the half-eaten snack, and her voice was a little lonely, "I think she has a very similar temperament and a similar name." ”

When she sees Zhao Nuan, she always thinks of her mother.

The two of them are really similar in temperament, her mother grew up in love since she was a child, although her health is not good, but her temperament is lively and cheerful.

The unhappiness of her marriage and Pei Duan's betrayal of her all led to her later depressed life.

Rong Yan gradually rarely saw a natural smile on her mother, and many times she forced a smile on her face.

When she saw Zhao Nuan for the first time, in a trance, she felt that she had seen her mother's appearance when she was young.

There is only one word difference in their names, but the difference is that Zhao Nuan is healthy and more energetic.

Every time she talked and laughed with Zhao Nuan, Rong Yan couldn't help but be infected by her happiness.

Hearing Rong Yan's words, Wen Jingchu couldn't help but pause.

He turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw tears brewing in Rong Yan's eyes, and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, "Don't cry, it's my fault, I shouldn't say this." ”

"Originally, I was worried that you were just ordinary colleagues, and I wanted to remind you to grasp the appropriate degree."

He was just worried that something unpleasant would happen in the future and that she would get hurt.

Where did I think there is such a reason?

Rong Yan didn't want to cry originally, but listening to the man's gentle voice, tears fell uncontrollably.

She suddenly reflected on how she had become hypocritical.

Why are you crying while coaxing?

Wen Jingchu was a little at a loss, he bent his fingers to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "You can get along with each other in the future, don't cry, okay?" ”

Rong Yan turned his head and sniffed, "Originally, I didn't cry because of this." ”

"What's the reason for that?"

Wen Jingchu gently patted her back and asked.

"I miss my mother, can't I cry?"

"Okay." , he took a tissue and wiped her tears, "I'll accompany you to see your mother-in-law in two days, don't cry." ”

Rong Yan snorted, "You can accompany me again when you are free, work matters." ”

Wen Jingchu held the person in his arms and coaxed lightly, "How important is your work." ”

The two stayed in the lounge for half an hour, and after Wen Jingchu received the information, he took Rong Yan downstairs to the banquet hall.

Watching the man on the stage speak calmly, Rong Yan silently took out his mobile phone and recorded it.

Then in the lottery event, Rong Yan was invited to the stage by Wen Jingchu.

Tonight's awards are abundant, and the eyes of the eagerly awaited employees in the audience fell on Rong Yan.

Mr. Wen and his wife personally shook out the first lucky winner, and this alone was enough to make everyone in the audience excited.

After announcing the results, Rong Yan stepped down and looked around and didn't see Zhao Nuan.

Chen Fang, she saw it.

Seeing this, Chen Fang walked over and explained, "Madam, Miss Zhao was picked up by Mr. Tang and said that she would go back early. ”

Rong Yan responded with her head bowed, then she took out her mobile phone and looked at it, Zhao Nuan sent her a message, [Yanyan, I had a good chat with Chen Fang, but we both think it's better to be ordinary friends. 】

[Tang Muchuan, this guy said to take me out for a ride to watch the night view, and we will leave first. 】

Rong Yan: [Okay, stay safe, tell me when you get home.] 】

Here, Tang Muchuan actually took her to the vicinity of the river.

"I'm wearing a dress, and there are so many people by the river now, isn't it okay?"

Tang Muchuan turned his head and glanced at her, although the skirt looked good on her, but this skirt was specially bought by her for a blind date with Chen Fang.

He felt a little unpleasant, and Yoyo said, "It's not there yet." ”

Stopping the car, Tang Muchuan walked to the passenger seat to open the door for her, and stretched out his hand to help her.

Zhao Nuan said "thank you".

A premium river-view restaurant.

It was so quiet and empty, and when the two walked in, the lights weren't even turned on, and it was pitch black.

Suddenly, the man next to him snapped his fingers, and the dreamy light lit up.

Zhao Nuan saw the layout clearly now, the room was full of flowers, and the melodious piano sound sounded.

Tang Muchuan walked up to her, "Do you like it?" ”

Zhao Nuan turned his head to look at him, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Dislike? ”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Nuan understood, "You are so vulgar." ”

Tang Muchuan: "......"

She took a step back, keeping a little distance from him, "What do you want to do?" ”

Tang Muchuan was silent, took her hand and led her inside.

The open-air platform looks down at the bustling night scene of the Luojiang River.

It was the first time for Zhao Nuan to look at Luojiang from such a perspective.

After graduating from graduate school, she went to Luojiang to find a job, but rejected her parents' proposal to let her return to her hometown.

After really staying in Luojiang, she felt that there was no sense of belonging here that she wanted, except for work, shopping with colleagues.

Luojiang is just a place where she works to make money.

Her college boardmates are envious of her staying in Luojiang, a bustling metropolis.

But only she knows that it is not so easy to stay in Luojiang, the consumption level is high, and there is not much left in the monthly salary.

Glamour belongs only to others.

Zhao Nuan was stunned for a while, forgetting that his hand was still being held by Tang Muchuan.

Feeling the heat of the man's palm on her hand, her cheeks quietly warmed up, and she tried to pull her hand out with some strength.

Unexpectedly, Tang Muchuan held it tighter, and her long fingers with well-proportioned knuckles broke her fingers strongly, holding ten fingers together.