The Romantic CEO

It was Wen Jingfan's private ins trumpet. No one knew it was him, and he didn't care too much about it.

But there is a group of friends in the circle to her like the message.

This name is not very famous in the circle, but Norman is not the same. If you can meet him and take photos with him, he is the old Buddha in the field of architectural design.

As she walked out of the auction hall, it was a little cold outside. Jiang Yichen took off her suit and put it on for her. The steps down were a little high. After a moment of hesitation, he saw the man stretch out his hand to her and said, "I'll hold you!"

On that night, there was a breeze, and the bright moon was hanging in the dark sky. The light was still clear but not cold. The person in his arms was very light and light. When he held it, he felt that her skeleton was extremely obvious, and seemed to be much lighter.

If the picture of this scene is fixed down, it is also very beautiful.

In the middle of the long steps, a group of people came up from the bottom of the steps. The leading man was in a black suit, with a handsome face of mixed blood, and light gold half short hair tied in the back of his head.

Jiang Yichen is not distracted, his eyes do not pay attention.

It's just that as you pass by, the air seems to stop flowing.

"Mr. Davis, what's the matter?"

Allen Davis came to his senses with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's Jiang Yichen, CEO of Jiangcheng group, who just passed by!"

Someone was behind, careful to prompt.

"I know!"

It's rare that Allen answered.

Jiang Yichen, Jiang Yichen.

How could he not be familiar with the name.

How could he not know this man?

Count it. It's nearly ten years.

It's an old friend I've known for ten years. It's really fast to think about it.

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It's about meeting the people she likes. It's more difficult to think about it. She said that since she entered the design industry, she took Norman as her idol and always wanted to be the top in the design industry like him.

Such a heart to heart talk, two people almost did not say how.

She seldom and rarely confided with him, or almost never did. Even more, she told Wen Jingfan more about her dream than she did with Jiang Yichen. She was a husband and wife for one year and a couple for half a year. They seemed familiar but unfamiliar.

After rambling on for a long time, she suddenly felt that she was a little wordy. Some things need not be described in detail.

Jiang Yichen has been listening carefully and said, "you can, I believe you."

He won't say anything praising. I believe you, this is probably the highest level affirmation in his dictionary.

She raised her hair, laughed and said nothing more.

Over the years, her personality has become more and more quiet, and her desire is more and more indifferent. The black and white clothes in a wardrobe are the best and most true portrayal of her mood. A few years ago, there were colorful clothes of various colors and styles. Now the cloakroom has become a lot more elegant, just like Jiang Yichen felt. He often hugs a piece of ice.

Finally, she took a bath at home and looked at it. It was almost 12 o'clock. She couldn't go back. She didn't ask Jiang Yichen to send her back. She changed a loose T-shirt and sent a text message to Jiang Yichen, saying that she would stay for one night.

He came back. This is your home.

Yes, the house was left for her.

It's her personal property.

At three o'clock in the night, she woke up. She was a little thirsty. If I remember correctly, there was pure water downstairs.

When she opened the door and went downstairs, she saw a faint fire in the living room at the entrance of the stairs. It was by the window. She didn't turn on the headlight. She wanted to open it in the living room. Now she slipped her foot and fell down the stairs.

The fire trembled.

Then the lights went on.

My eyes narrowed.

Soon the man's voice came from overhead, "what's the matter?"

Think of the hand in the ankle said: "slip a bit!"

She didn't mean to say she was scared.

He has a faint smell of tobacco. I think he was just smoking.

Jiang Yichen's eyes fell on her ankles, and then went up along her white and slender legs. The temperature at home was maintained at 20 degrees all year round. There was no concept of cold. She did not think much about it. She put on a loose T-shirt and went to sleep. At this moment, after knowing what to do, the atmosphere suddenly became embarrassed.

She pulled her clothes and tried to stand up, but the pain came from her wrists and her eyebrows wrinkled.

"Don't move!" Jiang Yichen twisted her eyebrows and pressed her shoulder.

I dare not move again.

He picked her up across the waist, put it on the sofa, squatted down in front of her, pressed her ankle and asked, "does it hurt?"

This posture is actually very embarrassing.Even if the two people were familiar with each other for so long, she suddenly feared that he had the misunderstanding that she deliberately seduced, and quickly shook her head: "it's OK."

It's not a big deal if you slip your foot and step on it.

"Can I go?"

Thinking of the hand pressed on his shoulder, stood up and said: "OK."

He was able to maintain his gentlemanly side, even though his eyes darkened a little as they crossed her long, naked legs.

Measure, distance, control.

The most important thing for people to get along with each other is to understand these words.

This is her life creed.

Basically, she did. In addition to getting along with Jiang Yichen, she would lose control. Other people were kept within a better distance.

In particular, they are now in this situation.

However, if it is deliberately maintained, it will often be self defeating.

Now, for example, the first reaction of my mind is that I have to keep a distance, but she forgets that her ankle is still in her hand. As soon as she moves around, the reason for her inertia falls forward.

Jiang Yichen caught her and held her in his arms and asked, "what do you want to do?"

Thinking about it:

She didn't even have a chance to explain. The more he painted, the darker she knew.

Jiang Yichen's lips were covered with a faint smile. He held her in his arms and put her on the sofa and said, "stay still!"

He was laughing, or perhaps laughing at her confusion and clumsiness.

He turned to the medicine box, took the ointment, put it on her ankle, and said, "if it hurts badly, go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Good."

Finally, he carried her upstairs. He refused his further action at the door and said good night to him through the half closed door.

He had no further ideas, and even if he did, he was bound to be rejected.

As the door closed, he stood at the door and stopped for a moment.

Some fate is really the end.

It's just futile to create opportunities.

When he returned to lie on his side, his mobile phone received a message. After reading it, his brow was deeply frowned.

At 3 a.m., general Xie Zhongyao, former commander-in-chief of the military region, died in the General Hospital of the Kyoto military region at the age of 78.

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