Jiangbeiyuan has gone far.
That black figure was tall, slender, and lonely. He had already walked to the direction of the intersection. There was a long alley between him and her, and the snowflakes in the sky were like an endless bridge.
"Jiangbeiyuan!!"
Yan Nian called him.
But it was too far away and he couldn't hear it.
Somehow, she was suddenly very afraid that he would disappear, so she ran over.
It had just snowed and the ground was slippery. Yan Nian stumbled and fell and hit the ground. Fortunately, he was wearing thick pants and felt fine.
I wanted to stand up and continue chasing, but my knees were held by a warm hand.
The panting man had already run up to her and half-crouched down.
"Mrs. Jiang, your husband has been worrying about you for more than a day or two. Can you be more careful next time?"
"Tsk, I'm just afraid you'll run away!"
Yan Nian was helped to stand up by Jiang Beiyuan.
He looked at her with his long eyelashes lowered, his thin lips slightly parted, and his tone was a little helpless, "I will never run away, I will always be here."
Yan Nian knew what he meant and felt sad, but she was not pursuing him to flirt with him, so she quickly took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it over.
"Don't you have any money? You can take a taxi back at the intersection. Don't take the bus. It's too crowded!"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes were moved, he stuffed the hundred yuan into his pocket casually, and picked her up without saying a word.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Nian held his neck and looked at him puzzled.
He didn't look at her, just looking at the road.
The snow fell harder and harder on the top of his head, falling on his handsome and delicate eyebrows, and his pair of chess-piece black eyes became extraordinarily deep.
"Next time I see your husband, just give me a phone call."
Jiangbeiyuan said.
"No matter where you are, I will go there. You don't have to come to me in person. You just need to stand there and wait for me to get close to you. That's enough."
Yan Nian nestled in this man's arms and listened to his words quietly. His heart felt as if it had been roasted by a soldering iron, feeling warm and painful.
…
Jiang Beiyuan sent Yan Nian to the store and checked that her legs were not injured before leaving with peace of mind.
Before leaving, Yan Nian gave him an umbrella with white floral flowers.
Jiangbeiyuan held this umbrella and walked to the next intersection.
A black Rolls-Royce swerved and stopped in front of him.
"Hey boss, here I come!"
Song Yikai rolled down the window and smiled at Jiang Beiyuan, showing a standard smile with eight teeth.
"Get in the car, boss. Do you want me to get out of the car and open the door for you in person?"
Jiang Beiyuan refused, "You go, I'll take a taxi back."
Song Yikai: "???"
Song Yikai drove Jiangbeiyuan's Rolls-Royce back to the company with a confused look on his face.
When I arrived in the hall, I met Xiao Chuchen head-on.
"Assistant Song,"
Passing by him, Xiao Chuchen stopped Song Yikai and smiled gently at him.
"Didn't Mr. Jiang ask you to pick him up? Why are you the only one who came back?"
"Haha, my boss has something to do on the way. Can't you come back later? Director Xiao, when did you become so concerned about my boss's personal affairs?!"
"Assistant Song, I didn't offend you, did I?" Xiao Chuchen smiled instead of being angry, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were as gentle as spring.
"Of course not. I'm just a small assistant. How can I get angry with Director Xiao? I just think everyone should do what they should do and don't cross the line. My boss hates other people's unnecessary concern. .”
(End of chapter)