Jiangbeiyuan: "Don't you understand?"
"I understand, I understand, South Road, right? Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I will definitely find out for you tonight!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan didn't reply and cut off the phone call neatly.
There was still some lingering anger on his face, but after Yan Nian came out of the flower shop, all that anger dissipated.
Yan Nian opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
His expression was no longer as aggrieved as before, replaced by a relaxed and happy expression, "What shall we eat tonight?"
"I."
He smiled evilly, started the car, and raised his hand to touch her head. The corners of his eyes and brows were doting and lazy, as if the sinister and scarlet-eyed man just now was just disillusioned.
Yan Nian was speechless and brushed his hand away, "Can you always be more reserved?!"
Jiang Beiyuan smiled and said nothing and drove steadily. The ring on his left ring finger complemented the one on her right hand. When illuminated by the setting sun, it had a different kind of light.
Yan Nian turned his head and looked out the window.
It soon became apparent that this was not the way home.
"where are we going?"
"Go meet someone."
"Who?"
“…”
Jiangbeiyuan did not explain, but let Yan Nian guess.
The car stopped steadily near a tea house.
The Shuixiang Tea House in the third phase is quiet and fragrant, with a grand entrance.
Jiang Beiyuan seemed to have made a reservation, so when Tong Yannian entered, a dedicated waiter led them to the private room upstairs.
He held Yan Nian's hand the whole time, intertwining his fingers and holding it tightly. The waiter following him had a panoramic view of this scene.
It feels like this man loves this woman very much.
You can see it all from her movements, expressions, and the way she looks at her.
Yan Nianwu was pulled by Jiang Beiyuan, and she was really curious about who he wanted to take her to see.
The waiter pushed open a box called "Jin Junmei" at the end of the corridor and made a respectful gesture of invitation, "Sir, this is it."
Jiang Beiyuan nodded lightly and read the same words.
There was a man in a suit sitting in the box.
He had a plain appearance, wore blue-rimmed flat-rimmed glasses, and was estimated to be about thirty years old. When he saw Jiang Beiyuan, he stood up quickly and said, "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, you are here!"
Jiangbeiyuan secretly gave the man a wink.
The man realized that his flattery seemed a bit excessive, and immediately sat down pretending to be calm.
Yan Nian looked at Jiangbeiyuan in confusion, "Who is this?"
Jiang Beiyuan pulled her to sit down, sat next to Yan Nian, and then began to explain, "Xu Kuangjie wants to buy a house, and he asked me to show him the floor plan and decoration."
"But why does he want you to show him his own house?" Yan Nian was puzzled.
"He is busy with work," Jiang Beiyuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, with an innocent expression, "Your husband and I are free now."
yes.
He is now unemployed and alone.
Did his question indirectly hit Jiang Beiyuan's pain point
Thinking about it this way, Yan Nian wisely stopped asking any more questions.
The man opposite smiled, took out two business cards from his pocket and handed them over.
"Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, my surname is Liu. Just tell me what kind of decoration you like."
What kind of decoration do they like
This idiot.
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes shot towards Han Xing, looking at him with dagger-like eyes. Xiao Liu was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and silently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Did he say something wrong
Yan Nian didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he was choosing a house for Xu Kuangjie, not her and Jiang Beiyuan's own house.
(End of chapter)