Wen Yu immediately understood the meaning of Jiang Yuhe's eyes, and waved her hands: "Don't get me wrong, I definitely didn't mean that."
Then came a wave of flattery: "Brother, you are very good, very good, there are not many men who still abide by male virtues."
"Okay." Jiang Yuhe didn't even know where she learned these strange words.
He sat down by the bed, pointed to the sofa chair opposite, and nodded: "Sit down."
Wen Yu sat down very obediently.
"Run here without saying a word, what are you doing, surprise me?"
Wen Yu twisted her bag belt with both hands, as if you knew what to ask: "Otherwise, I really thought I came to peek at you changing clothes."
Really, do men nowadays insist on being told clearly
You can't learn to be seated by your own number.
Jiang Yuhe wanted to laugh seeing her coquettish look.
He propped his elbows on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and said in a calm manner: "But I see that you just had a good time peeking behind the curtain."
Wen Yu: "..."
"Are you satisfied?"
After coughing, Wen Yu nodded quite calmly: "It's okay."
To be honest, Jiang Yuhe's figure is indeed quite upright.
In particular, the tight latissimus dorsi makes people feel safe, and the inverted triangle with the mermaid line extending down, reveals a secret seductiveness and sexiness.
Wait a minute.
Am I greedy for my brother's body
How could I have such yellow thoughts
Wen Yu, you are dirty!
Jiang Yuhe just looked at Wen Yu in front of him thoughtfully for a while, blushing for a while, and serious and dignified for a while, his expression changed more and more each time.
He leaned back casually and looked at her: "what are you thinking?"
Wen Yu came back to her senses, pursed her lips, and said abruptly - "I miss you."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
After Wen Yu impulsively said it, she actually regretted it a bit, and felt that she was not reserved enough, but after comparing——
Compared with "I miss you" and "I miss your body", the former looks elegant and refined in an instant.
In order to save herself some face immediately, Wen Yu asked back: "Don't you miss me these days?"
Before Jiang Yuhe could speak, Aunt Twelfth appeared again.
Knocking on the door: "Master, the old lady asked Xiao Yu to go down and have a drink."
After speaking, he pushed the door open and came in, holding a stack of clean clothes in his hand, standing at the door: "I didn't disturb you, surprise you!"
Wen Yu: "..."
I think you came in to interrupt on purpose.
Seeing that the two of them seemed to have no objections, Aunt Twelfth brought the clothes in very dutifully: "Young master, you changed these yesterday, and they have all been dry-cleaned and cleaned."
She turned around and hung the shirts one by one in the closet, paused, and took out one of them, "Master, I didn't say you, when will you let me wash the black shirt you wore when you came back from Jiangcheng? This dress is It was passed through by the God of Wealth or enlightened by a Bodhisattva, so reluctant to wash it."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
Wen Yu: "?"
Jiang Yuhe quickly walked over and put the black shirt back in place, then glanced at Aunt Twelve: "I didn't realize you have such a strong desire to perform before."
Aunt Twelve: "?"
"go out."
Aunt Twelve was kicked out aggrievedly.
The room was silent.
After a long time, Wen Yu coughed and smiled with the corners of her lips pressed: "Okay, I don't need to answer that question just now, I know the answer."
Jiang Yuhe didn't feel the slightest embarrassment after the secret was exposed. On the contrary, he was so calm and frightening, he said without changing his face: "It's good to know."
After finishing speaking, he raised his chin and pointed downstairs, "Go down and drink something."
Wen Yu pursed her lips and stood up: "Oh."
The two went downstairs one after the other.
Probably knowing that Wen Yu came back, Aunt Twelfth specially cooked the dessert she liked before. The family sat at the table and chatted about trivial matters. Fu Wenqing suddenly asked, "Has Xiaoyu talked about her boyfriend yet?"
Wen Yu almost choked.
Wipe it off with paper, "No."
Fu Wenqing looked quite satisfied, "Your brother Yu He didn't talk about a girlfriend either."
Wen Yu's face blushed inexplicably, and she always felt that what the old lady said meant something.
But in the next second, the old lady suddenly looked at her lovingly: "If you have a girl of the right age around you, can you introduce him?"
After a pause, he also took care of Jiang Yuhe: "You too, help Xiaoyu find something, no matter what, you two also became brother and sister by mistake."
Wen Yu: "..."
Good guy, this old lady is quite amusing and amusing.
Jiang Yuhe returned the words lightly: "There is no need for others to worry about the two of us."
Wen Yu was startled and looked at him.
... about the two of us.
Both of us
These three words are too meaningful, as if they have unilaterally locked their relationship with him.
Wen Yu understood, but Fu Wenqing did not.
She understood Jiang Yuhe's words literally, and didn't think too much about it, so the topic just jumped over.
Wen Yu just chatted with the old man about other things calmly, and occasionally met Jiang Yuhe's eyes inadvertently, and then quickly retracted.
Like cheating, the surface is calm and breezy, but in reality the heart is throbbing crazily.
At this moment, Wen Yu truly experienced the essence of the emotions of the brother and sister in the dog-blood drama "Yellow Life and Death" when they faced their parents.
Also, it's exciting.
After eating dessert, Jiang Yuhe sent Wen Yu back.
"Which hotel are you staying at?" He asked after getting into the car.
While fastening her seat belt, Wen Yu said, "I didn't stay in a hotel, I stayed at Guannan Apartment on Crescent Street."
Jiang Yuhe paused and frowned: "Why do you live there?"
"My brother rented a house."
"Song Qingyou is here too?"
"… What's wrong?"
Jiang Yuhe got a headache when he heard the name.
Every time this real brother appeared, he would grab Wen Yu from him, without exception.
This time again.
Jiang Yuhe's eyes were obviously darkened a little, he didn't speak any more, and drove towards Guannan Apartment.
However, Wen Yu picked up which pot he didn't open, and took the initiative to ask about what happened on the phone in the afternoon.
"Didn't you say, when I return to Beijing, tell me what you are doing in the afternoon?"
Just at a red light intersection, Jiang Yuhe stepped on the brakes calmly, stopped for a few seconds, and looked sideways at Wen Yu:
"I look at the house."
Wen Yu recalled the random sentence on the phone in the afternoon [Mr. Jiang, what do you think of these sets], and suddenly understood—"Oh, you want to buy a house?"
Jiang Yuhe: "I bought it for you to live in."
Wen Yu: "...?"
Almost instantly, the words "Jinwu Zangjiao" jumped into the brain.
No wonder Jiang Yuhe had a bad expression when he found out that Wen Qingyou had rented a house for himself.
It turned out that the real brother inadvertently destroyed the fake brother's plan.
Wen Yu's voice was a little hot, "But, why did you buy me a house to live in?"
"It's not entirely you." Jiang Yuhe paused, then said lightly, "There's me."
"..."
Wen Yu was really shocked this time.
She stared at Jiang Yuhe in a daze, with an expression of disbelief.
Good guy, do you really want to hide fish in a golden house
How dare you admit it.
"So I'll go and tell your brother about it later." When the green light came on, Jiang Yuhe turned the steering wheel with one hand, and after driving for tens of meters, he suddenly sighed impatiently, "Why do you have a real brother?"
"..."
The car drove to the downstairs of Guannan's apartment, and the Yuanjia Road seemed to be narrow, just in time to meet Wen Qingyou who was coming back.
"What a coincidence, sending Yuyu back?" Wen Qingyou greeted gently.
Jiang Yuhe raised his eyes to look at the apartment building, and said calmly, "Wen Yu is 23 years old, isn't it inappropriate to live with a 29-year-old brother?"
Wen Yu: "..."
They are all men, how could Wen Qingyou not understand Jiang Yuhe's thoughts, he smiled and said, "What does President Jiang mean?"
"I prepared a separate suite for her."
"Oh?" Wen Qingyou smiled deeper, "Does she live alone?"
After a while, Jiang Yuhe said calmly: "I will take care of her."
Spring came late in Beijing, and the night wind in April was still a bit chilly, so Wen Yu was sandwiched between her two elder brothers, making her whole body chilly.
Wen Qingyou directly pulled Wen Yu to his side, and said with a light smile, "Jiang is always an adult man, he should understand that it seems even more inappropriate to live with my younger sister who is unmarried."
Wen Yu smelled an inexplicable smell of gunpowder.
She wants to say something, but she doesn't know what to say, Jiang Yuhe is strong, and her brother is definitely not a good person.
Fortunately, this discussion soon ended.
Jiang Yuhe didn't continue to argue, he just nodded, and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly, "Okay."
Wen Yu always felt that his word "OK" meant—you wait.
"Go back to bed early."
After speaking, Jiang Yuhe returned to the car indifferently. There was no expression on his face, the engine roared, and after the windows were fully raised, the black car body quickly disappeared into the night.
Wen Yu looked at the back of the car, and said to Wen Qingyou with some helplessness: "Can you two not always confront each other when you meet, it's hard for me to do it."
Wen Qingyou: "I can let you live with him even if your relationship is not confirmed?"
"I know." Wen Yu closed her mouth and walked forward, "Then you are not allowed to bully him."
Wen Qingyou: "..."
Back in Beijing, although Wen Yu's emotions were largely due to Jiang Yuhe, her career was not distracted in the slightest.
The development team assigned to her by Jiang Yuhe quickly entered the company. They have strong execution ability and fast work speed, but Wen Yu is a newcomer, so she often has to learn from them and make progress, which led to her coming to Beijing For the first week, she was in the office almost all the time.
I have never gone shopping, eaten in a restaurant, or clubbed.
Instead, I gnawed on documents, gnawed on materials, ate takeaways, held meetings, and met partners.
It was also at this time that she realized how much Jiang Yuhe gave her such an excellent team for the whole project.
"Mr. Wen, Mr. Zhong's screenwriting team just called to say that something has to be postponed for an hour."
The person who spoke was Jiang Yuhe's personal secretary assigned to Wen Yu, named Tang Huai, not to mention his professional ability, he was also a handsome guy.
Wen Yu raised her head from the documents on the table, and glanced at her watch: "Just change it to six o'clock?"
Tang Huai said, "Yes."
This time is really not embarrassing.
"Okay." Wen Yu picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip, "Hurry up and help me order meal A from the restaurant opposite."
The meeting will be held for at least two or three hours, so eat the meal in advance at this moment, otherwise you will definitely not be able to survive.
Twenty minutes later, the fast food arrived, and Wen Yu hurriedly opened it, only to find that today's dishes were cold, and the rice was particularly hard, dry in the mouth, hard to swallow.
Wen Yu forced herself to eat a few mouthfuls. At 5:50, Tang Huai came in and informed her, "Mr. Zhong's team is here, and they are in the meeting room."
"Okay." Wen Yu hurriedly put the lunch box aside, took out the mirror to touch up her makeup, and then got up: "Let's go."
Tang Huai followed behind with a nod, and looked back at the food on the table before walking out of the office.
When I came out of the meeting room again, it was already half past nine in the evening.
The meeting took half an hour longer than expected.
Wen Yu returned to the office with the heavy manuscript, and when she sat on the chair, she felt like she was about to fall apart.
The seniors in this group of circles are getting stronger one by one, she concentrated all her attention on listening to their terminology and rules, to be honest—
too tired.
Only then did she realize how loose Jiang Yuhe's so-called discipline was to her.
When he really entered this circle, Wen Yu was exhausted by the oncoming contest of people's hearts and interests, and every time he made a move.
She tried to sit up straight and continue to look at the point of the discussion just now, but her vision became blurred as she watched.
The eyelids seemed to close together in disbelief.
Wen Yu slowly lay down on the table, thinking that it would be only ten minutes, and after waking up, she would compare and analyze the screenwriting teams she came into contact with these days, and choose a team to cooperate with as soon as possible.
Jiang Yuhe came here at this time.
He worked overtime for seven days in a row, ate fast food every day, and went to a meeting without even eating a few mouthfuls today, so he had to come over and catch Wen Yu to eat well.
The ordinary employees of the company just finished working overtime and left. Tang Huai took Jiang Yuhe to Wen Yu's office and knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from inside.
Tang Huai gently opened the door, and saw Wen Yu lying on the table and falling asleep.
Jiang Yuhe: "You get off work first."
Tang Huai: "Yes."
After gently closing the door, Jiang Yuhe took a few glances at the office.
The area is not big, but it is quite spacious, enough for Wen Yu alone.
There were scattered documents all over the table, and Wen Yu was buried in this pile of documents like this, exhausted visible to the naked eye.
In fact, she didn't have to work so hard.
He is capable enough to let her live as she pleases.
But Jiang Yuhe knew that Wen Yu was unwilling to be just a vase lady, especially after going bankrupt, her eagerness to prove herself was even stronger.
She sometimes looks innocent and delicate, but in fact she is resilient in her bones.
For example, during the heavy rain at that time, he dared to stand in front of himself and gamble.
Jiang Yuhe always remembered Wen Yu's eyes at that time, soft and full of unyielding tenacity.
She is as beautiful as a rose, delicate and seductive, but not the kind that only has a few days of life in a vase.
It is a wild rose that grows on the cliffs. It is smart, bold, and full of wisdom. It will constantly change its own state according to the environment. It will have thorns when touched, but it will make him more conquering and possessive.
Thinking of this, looking at Wen Yu lying on the table, Jiang Yuhe bent his lips inexplicably.
He straightened the fallen mineral water bottle on the table and put it away, then took off his coat and put it lightly on Wen Yu's body.
Unexpectedly, it woke her up.
Wen Yu dimly opened her eyes and saw that it was Jiang Yuhe, "Why are you here?"
"I can't find you for a week, let's see what you are up to."
Wen Yu smoothed her long hair and sat upright, "Don't pretend, Tang Huai will report to you every day what I do every day."
Jiang Yuhe smiled without denying it.
He looked at the documents that Wen Yu pressed on the table, sat down beside her and asked, "Where is the progress?"
Wen Yu rubbed her temples, "I just got in touch with Mr. Zhong's team, and now the teams are actually struggling with how to deal with the relationship between the male and the female and the second in the original book, whether to re-adapt it, and how to proceed with the re-adaptation. "
Jiang Yuhe: "Yes."
Wen Yu knew that his um meant that he wanted to continue talking.
Anyway, she really wanted to talk to someone now, so she said:
"I read the original book, and I can feel the reason for everyone's entanglement. The second girl and the second boy are first loves. They have been in love for many years, but they have not achieved a positive result. The original book has an open ending. I am scratching my heart. Now you don't care about anything. Ask for something sweet, and really—"
Wen Yu propped her chin thoughtfully, paused, shook her head, and said in a regretful tone:
"It's really hard to get over my first love not being together."
After this passage was finished for a long time, the office was quiet.
It wasn't until Wen Yu realized something was wrong and turned to look at Jiang Yuhe, only to find that the man was leaning on the seat with one hand resting lightly on the table,
"Yeah."
He looked at her lightly, for a moment - "How difficult is it to express?"