Intense and orderly work always makes people feel that time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is time to get off work.

"Jian Fan, working overtime today?" Yuan Tao turned off the power of the computer, seeing that Jian Fan was staring at the screen and had no intention of leaving.

"Well, you go first. Jian Fan rubbed his eyes.

The text message prompt beeped out, and Jian Fan picked up the mobile phone that had already rejected more than a dozen calls from Han Cong and Jiang Shuai, and glanced at it, it was still some words used to perfunctory people and coax children. Since you don't want me to worry, I don't care about your business. Do you want to come to me after work? No, I have a lot of things to do.

Jian Fan sent text messages to Jiang Shuai and Han Cong respectively, 'I'm busy, working overtime, don't come to me after work.' ’

Han Cong and Jiang Shuai's text message prompts sounded almost at the same time.

Han Cong sighed lightly after reading Jian Fan's text message. Jian Fan, don't I want you to be by my side all the time? Don't I want to be able to confide in you everything? But there are many things that I really don't want you to know? What can you do if you know? There will only be one more person who is worried. You complain that I don't want to hide everything from you, and I do it for your own good. Because of this little thing, you are angry with me, dear Jian Fan, you are really getting more and more childish, don't you know that the pressure you bring me is not less than the pressure the company gives me?

Jiang Shuai stared at the text message on his mobile phone, his brows tightened, it seemed that Jian Fan was really unhappy, and immediately replied to the text message, "The little follower knows that he is wrong, and he will know everything in the future, how about everything?" ’

Jian Fan looked at Jiang Shuai's text messages and grimaced, always thinking that we were the most honest and knowing friends, but you learned from Han Cong and treated me like a child, annoying Jiang Shuai.

Suddenly, Jian Fan felt Jiang Shuai's nervousness about her, and his heart trembled. An angry text message caused Jiang Shuai to blame himself, how could he bear to make Jiang Shuai admit his mistake. How could he ignore Jiang Shuai? Reply to the text message, 'The little follower has a gold medal for avoiding death, and never let the little follower admit his mistakes'.

Jiang Shuai was anxiously staring at his mobile phone and waiting, when the text message prompt made Jiang Shuai jump up from his seat. Quick view. A charming smile blooms on his face. Thinking of that Shidu trip, he asked Jian Fan for a gold medal on the bamboo raft, an unintentional joke, but Jian Fan did not forget it, Jiang Shuai could not hide his happiness.

It's not just that they haven't forgotten. Jian Fan hopes to keep this promise throughout his life, and will never blame or resent Jiang Shuai.

Yan Min pursed his lips, Jiang Shuai was still in his soul just now, and now he is happy to be like this, what is stimulated.

Han Cong always turned the pen in his hand and stared at the computer screen, without a trace of expression on his face. Suddenly, Han Cong gently put the pen on the table, "Let's stop here today, I have to leave beforehand."

Yan Min looked at Han Cong's back. hesitated, but in the end did not chase out.

Han Cong wandered downstairs to the company of Jian Fu, Jian Fan, what can I do, can you make me feel at ease? I thought that I could ignore the unhappiness between us, and I could put my energy into work as if nothing happened. However, in the end, I still think about you all the time, thinking about your unwillingness to forgive me. You are very tolerant of everyone else, but you are not tolerant of me. Is it true that the more intimate we are, the more demanding we are?

Han Cong looked up at the Yunt Building. No matter what method is used, the unpleasantness with simplicity and complexity must be eliminated quickly, and this feeling of not being able to work with peace of mind is frightening.

Han Cong's tall and handsome figure attracted countless eyes.

"Han Cong? He Aiyi, who accompanied He Jiayu out of the company's gate, noticed Han Cong.

"Hmm. Yes, she works overtime. Han Cong nodded to He Jiayu.

"Jian and Mao are in the key business department, I will help you swipe the access control card. You go in and wait for her. ”

"Okay. Thank you"

He Jiayu looked at Han Cong who walked into the access control gate, and unnaturally picked the corner of his mouth. Why does Han Cong exist in the world, if he exists, why does he appear in my world. If there is no Han Cong, Yao Fei will not empathize with each other, and Yao Fei and I will follow a normal emotional trajectory. If there is no Han Cong. Yan Min will not miss my old relationship, she should be my warm confidante. Han Cong is my nightmare, and his appearance ruined everything for me. Now I like Jian Fan, but he always occupies Jian Fan's heart. It seems that I can't wait any longer, I can't wait, I must speed up the process and immediately squeeze Han Cong out of Jian Fan's heart.

He Aiyi glanced at He Jiayu and wanted to say something, but held back. In He Aiyi's view, He Jiayu is just asking for trouble, just jealousy and anger. By the time He realized that jealousy and anger can drive a person crazy, it was too late to stop it.

Han Cong walked into the key business department and looked around. It's quiet in the office, and there are a few groups of people working overtime. Suddenly, Jian Fan's slightly thin figure appeared in Han Cong's sight, chewing biscuits while staring at the screen and thinking about something. Looking at Jian Fan's focused face, Han Cong's unhappiness in his heart was swept away, and he stepped forward and rubbed the top of Jian Fan's head.

"Hi. Jian Fan was pleasantly surprised, "Why are you here?"

"There's a little girl who is good to everyone, but not good to me, and of course I'm going to protest. ”

"Shhh

"Doesn't answer my phone calls, doesn't reply to my text messages, and I can't concentrate on my work. Han Cong sat down and went to shake Jian Fan's hand, but was dodged by Jian Fan.

"Hee-hee, you asked for it, who let you deceive people. ”

"I'm afraid you're worried. ”

"It's this sentence again, if you don't let me know, I won't worry?" Jian Fan pouted, "There are many things you can share with others, but you don't want to share them with me, I hate you." ”

Han Cong stroked Jian Fan's face, "I don't want my wife to work hard, worrying about it will make people get old." ”

Jian Fan knocked Han Cong's hand off, "If you don't tell me anything, I don't want to be your wife?" I'll find someone who is willing to tell me anything." ”

"You dare?" Han Cong flicked Jian Fan's forehead.

"Hee-hee, do you dare to see your performance. ”

"Hehe, okay, I'll definitely behave well. Let's go, take you to eat something delicious. Han Cong stood up and twisted his long, smooth hair around his fingers.

Jian Fan stood up happily, "Okay, but I'll come back to work overtime in a while." ”

"I'll be with you. ”

"Hmm. You go first and wait for me downstairs. ”

"Okay, shy little girl. ”

Han Cong and Jian Fan regained their sweet feelings.

If sweetness is not a feeling, but a thing that can be seen and touched, treasured and locked, sealed in a safe, you don't have to worry about losing it again. However, sweetness is not an object after all, the more you cherish it, the easier it is to lose, and you can't resist the slightest anxiety, tension, frustration, anger and sadness, and it is not as fragile as a soap bubble that can be burst. (To be continued.) )