The person who came out of the shadows was none other than Han Cong.

Wu Bo invited the developers of Han Cong's company to dinner, although the original intention was to communicate feelings. However, as soon as the drinks came up, the communication immediately turned into a contest between the two companies.

Except for a development supervisor, the rest of Wu Bo's group are all business personnel, and Tang Li, who also helps him promote his products. These battle-hardened men have long since perfected their skills at the wine table. At the table, you need not only the amount of alcohol, but also the experience to deal with it. These are completely blank for Han Cong's technicians. I can't talk about pushing the cup, I don't know how to refuse to change the lamp, and I was touched by the opponent in a few rounds.

Han Cong was naturally the target of everyone, although Yan Min and Jiang Shuai resisted it, but they couldn't help Wu Bo, Tang Li and several business managers to join forces. is too familiar with the meal, and there is no chance to avoid it. In the end, under the influence of alcohol, Han Cong, who was slightly excited, simply refused to come, and the entrance of the wine was full of momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.

After the meal, Han Cong's stomach began to lose his temper, and he vomited a few times before he felt comfortable. Yan Min arranged for someone to send the sleepy Jiang Shuai back to the dormitory, and wanted to send Han Cong back as well, but Han Cong had to go to see Jian Fan. Yan Min had no choice but to accompany Han Cong to the downstairs of the Yun T Building.

"Yan Min, thank you, go back. Han Cong put up the collar of his trench coat.

"Don't you really need me to accompany you?"

"No, I've vomited all the wine I drank, it's much better. You're tired today, so go back early. ”

"Oh well. It took about two minutes before Yan Min left.

Yan Min didn't want to think about it too much, but he still remembered the first time he met Han Cong who was drunk. That time, he desperately wanted to get himself drunk, and the drink was pressed in his heart, and he didn't want to vomit it at all. Perhaps alcohol is the best mask for men. A hangover can disguise all the fragility and make the tears natural. However, wine is still the best prop for men to avoid reality, and when Yan Min has such feelings, he knows what 'once the sea is difficult to water'.

Han Cong stood against the wind for a while. I took out the mobile phone and was about to press the button, when I suddenly heard the word 'simplified and traditional', I subconsciously stopped the movement of my hand, and the auditory nerve was mobilized.

Xiao Ke's discussion about Jian and Complexity was captured by Han Cong's ears word for word. Hear them praise Jian Fu's ability. Han Cong was slightly surprised, completely beyond his judgment of Jian Fan. However, the next content not only surprised Han Cong, but was stunned and shocked. Until those few people left. Han Cong's frozen body was slowly relieved. Is that really the case? No way. Han Cong boasted that no one knew Jian and Fan better than him. The simple and complex sense of right and wrong is almost extreme, and there is no room for any flaws. Jian Fan is not the kind of girl who loves vanity, she has no concept of money at all, and she is naturally immune to luxury jewelry, so how can she be inappropriate because she needs money.

Han Cong shook his head, it is estimated that it is because Jian Fan's mind is too simple, and he is enthusiastic about doing things, so he is arranged by others for no reason.

sighed. Han Cong dialed a simple mobile phone.

Jian Fan received a call from Han Cong, "Okay, I'll go down immediately." ”

He Jiayu frowned, and had already guessed that it was Han Cong. The time is not yet to go head-to-head with him. He Jiayu looked at his watch, "It's not too early, let's be here today." Tomorrow night to continue. ”

"Good. He Aiyi operated the mouse to shut down, "Jian Fan, you go first." I'm going to have to sort things out. ”

"Well, I'll go first. Jian Fu walked out of the conference room.

He Jiayu was satisfied. At present, it is very good to maintain this relationship with Jian and Fu, faint, but very real.

The wind was cold at night. Jian Fan tightened his collar and walked in front of Han Cong. "Drink, huh?"

"Drank some and was a little dizzy. Han Cong took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Jian Fan's shoulders, and his lips pressed against the corners of Jian Fan's forehead, "Come back with me, we won't go back to the dormitory today, okay." ”

"Here you go again. Jian Fan nudged Han Cong, "You've been busy lately. I'm also busy, so let's talk about it when I'm done. ”

He dragged it back again. Han Cong's hand holding Jian Fan's shoulder unconsciously increased his strength, "What are you busy with?" Who are you working overtime with today?"

"Didn't talk to anyone??,Help He Aiyi analyze customer information. ”

"No one else?" Han Cong continued to ask.

"It's gone. Jian Fan didn't want to make a fuss, Han Cong might just ask casually.

Jian Fan felt that his shoulder was pinched and hurt by Han Cong, and he broke free, but was clamped tighter by Han Cong, "Are you happy working in Yun T?"

"It's a lot of fun. "It's inexplicable.

"Fun working with anyone?" Han Cong said aggressively.

"Han Cong, what do you want to say? ”

"What's going on with He Jiayu?" Han Cong held Jian Fan in front of him and looked directly into Jian Fan's eyes.

"It's nothing! He's now the department manager of He Aiyi. ”

Jian Fan's eyes were clear and bright, and there was no trace of panic. Han Cong confirmed that his judgment was not wrong, and it was impossible for Jian Fan to be as those people said.

Han Cong lowered his arm and took Jian Fan's hand. "I found the cloud T company to be a bit complicated and not for you. Jian Fan, you should consider quitting your job and changing jobs. ”

Jian Fan pouted and stretched his arms. Escaping from one topic, another one.

"Why don't you speak?" Han Cong was a little stunned.

"I was sleepy and didn't want to talk. "Jian Cheng did feel very tired.

"If you're sleepy, come back with me. Tomorrow I will resign from the company for you. Han Cong's brain cells were in a state of hyperactivity under the stimulation of alcohol, and his nerve conduction and thinking were somewhat uncontrollable.

Jian Fan pulled back his hand hard, but was pulled into his arms by Han Cong. Han Cong walked to the side of the road with Jian Fan in his arms, and then stretched out his hand to stop the taxi.

Jian Fan's heart was so anxious that tears welled up, "I don't like it." ”

When he said this, Jian Fan gasped. I wanted to say 'I don't like you', but swallowed a word at the last minute.

Han Cong froze, realizing that he had lost his temper, and quickly let go of Jian Fan, but his eyes were cold. A taxi stopped in front of Han Cong and Jian Fan, Han Cong pulled the car door and got into the car alone, without looking at Jian Fan again. The vehicle sped away.

Jian Mao slowly squatted down, sleepy and tired, and the negative emotions generated by sadness attacked Jian Fan's consciousness. Cars passed by Jian Fan, who warned himself to leave this dangerous place immediately. Taking a deep breath, Jian Fan stood up with his knees propped up, suddenly feeling chills all over his body, his hands were numb, and his eyes were white. Jian Mao knew that maybe low blood sugar was at fault, but he hadn't had sugar in his pocket for a long time.

Jian Fan desperately insisted on discerning the direction, and suddenly there was an image in front of him, and suddenly there was no image. Finally walking back to the perimeter of the square, Jian Fan squatted down again, letting the blood rush into his brain as much as possible. took out his mobile phone, but he couldn't see the screen clearly, and he couldn't find He Aiyi's mobile phone number in the number book. Jian Fan touched the buttons from memory, and only remembered the mobile phone numbers of Han Cong, Jiang Shuai and Xiao Xuan. didn't want to call Han Cong, and he couldn't call Jiang Shuai, so Jian Fan dialed Lin Jianxuan's mobile phone.

"Help me get someone to get a piece of candy, low blood sugar. ”

Lin Jianxuan thought that Jian Fan was joking with him, and just wanted to make fun of Jian Fan, he immediately realized that it was not, "Where are you?"

"The southeast corner of the cloud T company square. ”

"Okay, wait there, I'll contact you. ”

Lin Jianxuan put down his mobile phone, took the notebook and connected it to the company's office system, checked the attendance data of the personnel again, and called up He Aiyi's mobile phone.

He Aiyi had just returned to the dormitory, and he was not worried when he saw that Jian Fan was not there. Jian Fan should be with his boyfriend.

Suddenly, a call came in, startling He Aiyi. After the phone was answered, he became even more nervous, and the voice on the other side was serious and urgent, "Take a piece of candy and go to the southeast corner of the square to pick up Jian Fan." ”

"Sugar? ”

"Sugary drinks are ok, go ahead. ”

"Okay. ”

He Aiyi was a little stunned by the other party's reprimand, but he still took a bottle of juice drink and ran out of the dormitory as quickly as possible, and quickly found Jian Fan in the square.

Jian Fan squatted on the ground, his forehead resting on his knees, small like a dot.

"What's wrong?" He Aiyi was distressed.

"Did you bring sugar?"

He Aiyi had already unscrewed the cap of the bottle, "Drink." ”

Jian Fan took it and drank half a bottle in one go. After a pause, he drank the remaining half of the bottle, "Don't worry, it will be fine in a while." ”

After another twenty minutes or so, Jian Fan could finally see things, and there was no more discomfort on his body, so he took He Aiyi's arm and stood up, "Okay, let's go back to the dormitory." ”

"Scared the hell out of me! And the guy who just called me, who? ”

"Xiao Xuan. Jian Fan sent a text message to Lin Jianxuan to reassure him.

"Oh my God, don't let me get any more calls from him. It's a sound from hell. ”

"Is that exaggerated?" Jian Fan smiled. (To be continued.) )