The next moment, Jiang Beiyuan slid his slender fingers and quietly deleted the two friend messages.
Yan Nian finished taking a shower and walked out of the bathroom.
Under the light, a plain and fair oval face with a light pink color, a thin beige suspender nightgown, long thick hair draped casually on the shoulders, a flat belly, two bare white feet stepping on the warmth of the carpet on the floor.
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes fell on Yan Nian.
He looked at her with something wrong in his eyes.
There is desire and there is anger.
Yan Nian wiped his hair nonchalantly: "What's wrong with you?"
The man at the bedside pursed his thin lips, and without saying a word, he pulled her over and pressed her under him...
…
The next day.
After Jiang Beiyuan finished his regular morning meeting, he strode towards the office.
Song Yikai followed him, staring at the slender and straight figure of the man in front of him. He felt that Jiang Beiyuan seemed to be holding his breath today, and the temperament around him was much colder than the previous two days.
"Boss boss,"
Song Yikai caught up to the front and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Beiyuan.
"The boss of the French MJ Group wants to invite you to play golf. When will he book a flight for you?"
"I won't go." Jiang Beiyuan's tone was very quiet.
"oh… "
Song Yikai raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. It was always difficult to be the boss's assistant. The boss would fall out faster than turning over a book.
"Then let the vice president go?"
"kindness."
"Okay boss, I-"
"boom."
Jiang Beiyuan had already returned to the office first and closed the door. Song Yikai was a step too late and failed to stop. The tip of his nose hit the door panel, which almost made him cry.
He just wanted to say, "I have compiled the materials for the meeting, do you want to read them?" That's all.
"boom-"
The door to the president's office opens directly from the outside.
"Jiang Ting!!"
The person who came in was Xu Kuangjie, holding the car key with his right index finger. He had a flat face and was careless and immoral.
Jiang Beiyuan sat at his desk and read documents, his black eyes piercing like daggers, as if he was dissatisfied with his unrestricted speech.
"Hey, guess who I just saw downstairs in your company?"
Xu Kuangjie said, swaggeringly sitting down in front of Jiang Beiyuan, playing with the catalpa wood pen holder on his table.
Jiangbeiyuan didn't care about him, and his noble head hung low.
"Meng Ziye, Meng Ziye!"
Seeing that he was indifferent, Xu Kuangjie hit his desk hard with the pen holder.
"It's your old rival in love, that ugly loser! But for the first time, someone came to the dean's office to file a complaint against someone who was meddling in other people's business!"
"Is it over yet?"
Jiang Beiyuan finally raised his eyelids, his whole body was filled with desolation, and a trace of impatience appeared deep in his eyebrows.
"Hahaha, stop making trouble, stop making trouble!"
Xu Kuangjie stopped when he saw that, waved his hands and coughed twice, "Let me tell you business, you asked me to investigate the car accident ten years ago. Guess what, the driver who caused the accident committed suicide immediately after hitting someone. It was obviously ordered by someone else. Yes, and this operation is exactly the same as that of the dead little nurse."
But Yan Nian was not killed.
Unfortunately, the little nurse died.
The driver who caused the two accidents was also a gambler with a lot of debt. He committed suicide immediately after hitting the person, leaving no way for himself to survive or any chance to be questioned.
Jiang Beiyuan put down the pen in his hand, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at the table.
Xu Kuangjie looked at him and frowned.
This guy's eyebrows are long and slender, with moderate shade. When his eyebrows are drooped, he always has the aura of an ancient immortal, unlike a mortal.
"Then?"
Jiang Beiyuan suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes sharp and filled with a bit of horror like a sting.
(End of chapter)