Mu Yanzhu thought about seeing Jiang Qingchi again.
Perhaps she was walking on a spacious road, and inadvertently, she raised her head, and he looked sideways, then all the way around.
There are already beautiful people around him, but she is alone.
Maybe she would laugh at herself the moment she passed him by: "How could I be so blind that I fell in love with this idiot?"
Maybe she would also smile and nod, saying to him, "Congratulations, Mrs. Jiang is very beautiful. I wish you a happy marriage."
That should be five years later, she thought, because three years is a long time and a short time. If nothing happens, she and him will not meet or reunite.
Never thought of it...
Right now.
A bit of an embarrassing situation.
He wears suits and leather shoes, has a beautiful posture, and his hair on both sides has been shortened, thinner, and darker. The only thing that hasn't changed is that he is still as radiant as before, and every part of his body attracts her.
Chu Xiangchen let go of his hand in an instant.
It wasn't because of Jiang Qingchi's oath just now.
But it was because of the light in Mu Yanzhu's eyes.
It turns out that "he" is here.
He thought "he" wouldn't come, but he came anyway.
…
Ten minutes later, the private room inside the cafe.
Three years ago, in front of the pavilion in the school library, he said, Jiang Yan, you are ruthless.
He walked very softly, silently and indifferently for three years.
Three years later, the two sides sat face to face. Mu Yanzhu thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a name to call him.
She glanced at him calmly, but found that he was also looking at her, his eyes were very deep, and the former domineering and arrogance had subsided, with a somewhat complicated look.
"Editor-in-Chief Mu, nice to meet you."
When Jiang Qingchi finished speaking, Mu Yanzhu pursed his lips and found that he still couldn't find a name to call him.
River
Jiang Qingchi
It was still the unfamiliar and polite "Mr. Jiang".
As if sensing her concerns, Jiang Qingchi took out a business card from the inside of his clothes and handed it over between his two fingers.
"General Manager of Jiang Nian Group Branch, Jiang Qingchi."
It is a gold-plated business card. The three characters "Jiang Qingchi" in the middle are printed in Song font, upright and upright. These three characters are excellent. They are all composed of left and right. At first glance, they appear to be grand and elegant, which are reflected in There.
"...Mr. Jiang."
"You can call me Mr. Xiao Jiang, Mr. Jiang is my dad."
Hearing this, she raised the corner of her mouth, and her smile was very faint and inaudible.
"What does Mr. Xiao Jiang do?"
Jiang Qingchi only answered a few words, but it extinguished the remaining light in Mu Yanzhu's heart.
"Discuss cooperation with Chief Editor Mu."
…
Five minutes later, Mu Yanzhu signed his name in the lower right corner of the contract.
"It is an honor for our magazine to cooperate with a large group like Jiang Nian."
"Why don't you say the name of the magazine?" He locked her eyes.
Mu Yanzhu's face was calm: "What are you talking about? I think my magazine has a bright future and its performance is like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, so I named it Jianghe. Is there any problem?"
"Tough talk."
"What did you say?" Mu Yanzhu didn't hear him clearly.
"fine."
Jiang Qingchi stood up, exuding a sense of maturity in his movements. This was a natural temperament, and he had been polished even more exquisitely in three years.
"I wish Jiang Nian and Jiang He a happy cooperation."
"Well, if there's nothing wrong with Mr. Xiao Jiang, I'll go back first." Her face was always calm.
"What does that boy outside have to do with you?"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu, who was turning around, was silent for a moment.
She looked at him again, "Then let me ask Mr. Xiao Jiang, what is my relationship with him, and what does it have to do with you?"
"What do you think?"
"What did I say? You left, then came back after three years and said you were fine, and then I had to bow to you?"
"The person leaving seems to be you, Jiang Yan."
"There is no such person as Jiang Yan in the world. He was separated three years ago."
After saying that, Mu Yanzhu left.
The moment I closed the door, my eyes were red and wet.
…
Chu Xiangchen and Mu Yanzhu walked side by side in silence.
There were peonies in full bloom on the roadside. Chu Xiangchen picked a smaller one and handed it to Mu Yanzhu's hand.
"Sister, the flowers will bloom again and no one will be young anymore. Sister, you have to think about it."
“…”
"Sister, I want to ask you a question."
"Ask." Mu Yanzhu tightened her palms, and the flower was also crumpled into a ball in her palms.
"Is he your ex-boyfriend?"
"yes."
"Then he's back. Does my sister want to get back together with him?"
"..." Mu Yanzhu shook his head in silence.
"Let me test whether he is suitable for my sister. He is such a good person, but he didn't want her when he said he didn't want her. Now he is back to look for her. What does he think of her?"
After a pause, Chu Xiangchen looked at Mu Yanzhu.
"I will stay with my sister during this period. If my sister gets back together with him during this period, I will stay away from her immediately so as not to cause her any trouble. Is this okay?"
"Why bother? Even if I don't get back together with him, I won't be with you."
"What hurtful words..."
Chu Xiangchen said, covering his chest like last time, putting on a deeply hurt expression, but he took the opportunity to shed two tears, thinking that Mu Yanzhu did not see his tears.
He raised his head again and smiled widely.
"Just do as I say. If I have time, I will go and meet him properly. If he is a scumbag, I don't need my sister to intervene, I will punch him to the ground!"
“…”
Mu Yanzhu wanted to tell Chu Xiangchen that Jiang Qingchi was a good fighter and he couldn't beat him, but after thinking about it, he finally said nothing.
It's not that she isn't worried about Chu Xiangchen.
Instead, she felt that Jiang Qingchi would no longer punch recklessly.
Chu Xiangchen turned around and walked away, crying as he walked, looking up at the moon in the sky, why tears still flowed down when he raised his head.
He returned home, returned to his room without saying a word, and imitated others' handstand.
Tears fell down the corners of his eyes.
It turns out it’s all a lie!
He let go and collapsed on the ground in despair, panting, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face.
…
The apartment where Mu Yanzhu lives is on the third floor.
This is a two-bedroom house. From the mortgage to the down payment, including decoration, she paid for it herself.
Six months ago, she paid off all the money on this house.
Her phone was vibrating non-stop with messages from her colleagues wishing her a happy birthday, success in her work and good health.
She was replying "thank you" one after another when a phone call came in.
Mu Yanzhu picked it up.
This process is very difficult, as if three years have passed.
"it's me."
"I know." Mu Yanzhu said calmly.
"Why do you know?"
"What's the matter with you, Mr. Xiao Jiang?"
"If you're still not asleep at midnight, go downstairs. I'll be downstairs at your house."
"do what?"
"What did you say? I remember your birthday every year."
After Jiang Qingchi finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
For the first time in his life, Mu Yanzhu hoped that he would not have insomnia and that it would be best to sleep until dawn.
The facts disappointed her. She tossed and turned until 11:30, not feeling sleepy at all.
He asked her to go downstairs, so she had to go downstairs
What kind of logic is this
Moreover, in what capacity did he let her go downstairs
Ex-boyfriend? Work partner? Mr. Xiao Jiang
Yes, even after three years, he is only 23 years old this year, and he is still in his prime, with a beautiful tree in the wind, a majestic appearance, and countless women flocking to him with a hook of his fingers.
I don’t want to think about this man.
My heart didn't listen to me, so I thought about three o'clock in the morning.
Is he really downstairs
Or did you lie to her and say that on purpose
After persisting until five o'clock in the morning, Mu Yanzhu couldn't hold on anymore, so she put on a coat and went downstairs to see what was going on in person.
If things don't go as planned, then just give up. Anyway, maybe he has changed and will never be the same again. She called and texted, "Jiang He, if you don't come down in three minutes, I will ignore you."
Then two minutes later, a young man with a foamy head ran down and explained in a panic, "I was taking a shower just now. I didn't look at my phone. I didn't mean not to come down."
Never again.
Things have changed, but the sweetness between you and me was three years ago, more than 1,000 days and 26,000 hours apart.
…
Jiang Qingchi was smoking.
He picked a cigarette with one hand and leaned against the long and narrow car. The silver-white moonlight fell on the ground at his feet, giving him a sense of reality that had faded away. He still had that handsome and attractive face, with a thin Lips, puffing out smoke rings, squinting slightly.
Only then did Mu Yanzhu realize that the similarity between the two men was never in their facial features.
And in demeanor.
At this moment, she was convinced that Jiang Qingchi was Jiang Beiyuan's son. He was noble in every gesture, aloof from the world, and aloof and unapproachable, but had a damn gentleness that attracted people to get close to him.
The moment she walked over, Jiang Qingchi put out the cigarette.
"I thought you wouldn't come down today."
"I have to go to work."
"Going to work at five in the morning?"
"Why do you smoke?"
"You are still the same as before. When you encounter a topic you don't want to talk about, you will immediately change the subject."
Jiang Qingchi said lazily, "But it's a good question. I can answer it for you."
"You still talk as much nonsense as before." Mu Yanzhu said bluntly.
He smiled, and a crystal light flashed in his eyes.
"This is my fourth time smoking."
"When was the first time?"
"The night we broke up."
…
Mu Yanzhu hated herself for asking such a stupid question.
But the words have just begun, just like the beginning of a story, you can only keep telling it, even if you expose your own scars, you must keep telling it.
"What about the second time?" she asked again.
"On your 25th birthday."
…
"What about the third time?"
"On your 26th birthday."
…
Mu Yanzhu stopped asking.
Jiang Qingchi personally made up for her:
"What about the fourth time? Today is your 27th birthday."
If every word is carved, it will also hurt the heart.
He only smokes once a year. Should he be said to be profound or stubborn
Jiang Qingchi opened the passenger door, took out a birthday cake and a box of mangosteen, and placed them on the ground.
"You said your biggest wish was to be able to eat mangosteen every day, and it came true."
There is a box full of mangosteens, so small and exquisite that you can touch about a thousand of them.
The moonlight was hazy, and Mu Yanzhu's nose felt sore, "If nothing happens, I'll go back."
His back was suddenly embedded in a hug.
Two strong arms stretched across her body, holding her tightly, and he rubbed her neck with familiar strength.
"Happy birthday, my Jiang Yan."
“…”
I remember when we broke up ten days ago, he lay on her neck and shoulders, crying like a child and said we would not break up.
That day she could happily say that she would not break up.
It's been three years since we broke up.
Jiang Qingchi, Jiang Qingchi, why don’t you come back to me after thirty years of separation
Mu Yanzhu used decisive strength to open his hands, one by one, until he was completely separated.
"Why come to me now?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Qingchi looked at her and asked.
"What did I say? What did I say? That you didn't contact me for three years and suddenly came to me because you wanted to get back together and couldn't let me go, couldn't let me go, couldn't forget me?"
“…”
He stared at her in silence for a moment.
After she calmed down a little, she spoke:
"If I say some sweet words to you again, will you believe it? In other words, will you listen? So those are useless. It's better for me to use actual actions to prove why I came to find you."
His slightly cold palm touched her cheek and landed just right.
"Go back, take the cake. I will carry the mangosteen to the door for you. I will give it to you after you finish eating."
“…”
Mu Yanzhu didn't take anything, not the mangosteen, not the cake.
She went upstairs, returned home, walked to the bathroom, and saw through the dark brown blinds that the black Bugatti Veyron was still parked where it was.
The man leaning in front of the car was no longer visible.
Thinking of the scene of him smoking just now, I felt three parts sad and seven parts calm.
He finally became what she wanted him to be.
But why does my heart hurt so much
Her hands dropped to cover her eyes, tears falling down between her fingers.
…
Its daybreak.
Everything that happened last night was not a dream.
Because the box of mangosteen was placed majestically in front of her house, demonstrating its absolute status.
And the cake was placed at the door intact, with no wrinkles in the box.
Chu Xiangchen was a minute late delivering milk today, so when he came over, he also saw a large box of mangosteen in front of Mu Yanzhu's house.
"Sister, who gave me the mangosteen?"
As soon as he said the words, he didn't hear Mu Yanzhu's answer, and when he saw the cake next to the mangosteen, he understood.
"Does sister like mangosteen?" Chu Xiangchen asked again.
"I used to like it," Mu Yanzhu said. "If you like to eat it, you can take it."
"If sister doesn't want to eat, just feed the dogs! There are many stray dogs in the community!"
Feed the dog? How could you give it up
"Should I take the subway? Can we come together?"
Mu Yanzhu quickly changed the topic.
Chu Xiangchen nodded and handed her the milk.
"I'm late today. Sister, hurry up and drink. It's still warm."
"Thanks."
This was the first time Mu Yanzhu untied Chu Xiangchen's milk.
She took a sip and frowned, "It's too sweet and really not suitable for me."
Chu Xiangchen pretended not to understand, tilted his head and replied: "Then I will give my sister another flavor next time, the one that is not sweet or sour."
"You are stupid, so stupid."
"Hey, stupid people are lucky!"
That afternoon, Chu Xiangchen was called home by a phone call from his father, asking him to accompany him on a business trip.
"If I don't go to Ningcheng, can't you go by yourself?"
"You accompany me to meet the big boss and learn a lot. Otherwise, if you do live broadcasts all day long, will you be able to do it for the rest of your life? Men, your ambitions must be high. These days, you can only make big money by doing business, do you understand?"
"don't know."
! ! !
Father Chu was going to be mad at him, "If you don't understand, you have to go with me. You are on vacation now and have no classes, so don't stay at home!"
"I won't go. I have very important things to do every day. If I go, things will be interrupted!"
"What is it? I'll ask the butler to do it for you!"
"No! It only makes sense if you do it yourself!"
"Can you just go on a business trip for half a day and I'll bring you back tomorrow morning?" Chu's father compromised.
Chu Xiangchen understood his father's temperament and it was not easy for him to compromise.
Besides, if you come back tomorrow morning, you can still deliver milk to Mu Yanzhu, and you can still deliver flowers to her at noon without any delay.
So Chu Xiangchen agreed.
Only on the way did he ask his father which big boss he was going to meet.
Father Chu replied calmly: "Chairman Jiang's eldest son is now the person in charge of the KS project."
(End of chapter)