Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

Aunt Chen was silent on the phone for a moment. According to her intuition, the girl on the phone was either indifferent at this time, or she was losing golden beans now. If it was the latter, it would be easy to do. If it was the former, it would be difficult.

"Aunt Chen, where is he now?" jingjiajia wiped her tears and tried not to let Aunt Chen hear that she was crying, but she still let Aunt Chen notice the difference.

It seems that things have been half successful. Aunt Chen said in her heart, young master, you don't want to smoke in the study alone. You're lovesick alone. Maybe this girl likes you too. It must have fallen beans just now.

"The young master is at home. It's all right. Don't worry," said Aunt Chen.

"Well, Aunt Chen, I'll call him later."

"OK, then sleep a little longer. I won't disturb you." Aunt Chen hung up the phone, turned her face, looked at the half closed door of the study on the second floor, sighed, got up and walked to the kitchen. She wanted to cook more food. Maybe the young master was hungry and wanted to eat later, because he hadn't eaten his dinner yet.

In the early morning, an unexpected phone call made Jing Jiajia cry. She was doomed to be unable to sleep tonight, but it also made her understand her heart - for so many years, she has been silently loving the man who only saw one side and stayed at his house for a night. Once she always told herself that she didn't like it, because she never believed that love at first sight would happen to herself; It was just gratitude. She thanked him for helping herself. When she was most helpless, however, at this moment, she really understood that it was not gratitude. It was not true. Although it was still not true love, it was enough to be liked. She liked Han Lingfei.

Tears blurred jingjiajia's eyes, washed her cheeks, soaked her long eyelashes and wet her cold heart.

Jingjiajia got out of bed, ran to the bathroom, flushed his face with cold water, tried to squeeze out a smile in front of the mirror, but couldn't stop the still falling tears

She took the phone in her trembling hand and dialed the number she had already remembered——

Since the young master came back in the early morning, he has been sitting in his study, smoking desperately, one by one.

Men, when sad, most like smoking and drinking, but they will never shed tears.

Women, when sad, first cry, and then look for other ways to vent.

The cell phone rang again and again in the bedroom, and no one answered. Jingjiajia knelt down on the bed holding the phone.

"Don't smoke, young master. If you smoke again, your body will cross. Eat something." Aunt Chen pushed open the study door and came in. She deliberately looked at the reading table. She didn't see the young master's phone. Won't the young master put the phone in the bedroom? Aunt Chen can't yell.

"Thank you, Aunt Chen. I have no appetite, so leave me alone. Let me be alone." Han Lingfei then lit another cigarette and put it to his mouth.

"Young master, what's the matter with you? You've been smoking here all night. You have to go to work later. Can you stand it?" Aunt Chen looked at Han Lingfei anxiously and pushed open the window of the study to let in some fresh air.

"What time is it?" Han Lingfei suddenly raised his head and asked.

"It's 8:30 in the morning," replied Aunt Chen.

"I'll wash it. There's another important meeting today." Han Lingfei said, stood up, pressed the cigarette on the ashtray, hurried out of the study, leaving Aunt Chen with a blank face.

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