"That's it, then forget it. The opportunity to become a full-timer should be reserved for those who need it more. After all-"
"We at Xiao Group will not retain employees who are not useful."
After speaking, Xiao Chuchen withdrew his hand, faced the little girl's dusty face, and turned to leave with a smile. The moment he turned around, the amiable smile in his eyes turned into sarcasm and displeasure.
…
Jiang Beiyuan casually entered a nearby restaurant and ordered a plate of lettuce wraps and fried dough sticks in front of him, but he didn't move his chopsticks.
Soon, the waiter brought him fresh cappuccino.
He was holding the coffee and sipping it slowly. He put the black coat aside, wearing only a pure white shirt with half-rolled sleeves, tall and elegant.
The soft light of noon fell on his table and cut his hand holding the coffee into bright light and shadow.
Jiang Beiyuan's hands are very beautiful, white and slender, clean and well-proportioned, with distinct joints. When the sun shines on them, the blood vessels on them can be vaguely seen.
Yan Nian had often praised his beautiful hands before.
He even complimented him on his special middle finger.
He doesn't like other people's flattery, but he likes it very much when she flatters her.
Jiang Beiyuan closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering, as quiet and beautiful as a butterfly flapping its wings.
He slowly sipped Mrs. Jiang's favorite cappuccino, and the shadows of memories fell all around him.
It is loneliness and sadness.
"Little brother..."
A girl with exquisite peach blossom makeup came over, opened the WeChat QR code, and wanted to add Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiangbeiyuan rubbed his sore temples.
Since he entered this restaurant, this is already the 18th woman to ask him for WeChat.
“Don’t use WeChat.”
"Then...then the phone number will work too? Otherwise, Instagram will also work, or..."
"Didn't you see me getting married?"
He calmly raised his left hand.
The ring finger of his left hand was empty, and then he remembered that the promise of marriage was no longer there.
Severe pain in fingers.
The pain was so painful that he took his hand back numbly, and his heart also ached.
"Uh, forget it."
The little girl seemed to think that there was something wrong with the handsome guy's brain circuit, and left holding the phone.
"Hey Lao Jiang!!"
Right in front, a fat man wearing a black T-shirt staggered over.
Black jacket, black overalls, black AJ high tops.
It's Chen Shuo.
Chen Shuo sat down opposite Jiang Beiyuan and immediately asked the waiter to order a glass of lemonade to soothe his throat.
"I really impressed you. I went to your house to find you, but you weren't there. You didn't answer the phone when I called you. Did you do this on purpose?"
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan's face was expressionless, "Is something wrong?"
"Tsk, Xu Kuangjie said he wants several brothers to sleep with him, starting with me!"
Hear the words.
Jiang Beiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth twice, thinking of the scene today when Song Yikai cried and said, "Boss, wash your hair, face, and shave." He suddenly understood everything.
He calmly picked up the coffee and took a few sips, his eyes calm.
"You can come over tonight."
"Huh? Really?!"
"Well, come here even if you risk your life."
"Forehead… "
Chi Guoguo's threat made Chen Shuo shiver from the cold even though spring was coming back again outside.
Chen Shuo stared at the plate of lettuce and fritters in front of Jiang Beiyuan, his eyelids twitching.
When did Jiangbeiyuan's taste become so unique
But he didn't dare to ask.
He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Beiyuan would calmly slap him back.
The latter rubbed his left ring finger, round and round, slowly, as if he was feeling something invisible.
(End of chapter)