Yan Wenjia's life was earth-shattering when he played, and the beating was silent.
"There are tens of thousands of ways for people to seek death. It is the basic morality not to cause trouble to others. You feel that life is boring and you want to find the meaning of living. You should not find it this way... You will never find it in this way. Maybe there is One day, you will really die in a certain jungle, in a certain desert, under a certain cliff... Everyone just feels relieved. No one will remember you. Is this the result you want?"
"Some people are dead, they can be called alive. Some people are dead, that is just dead. Take off the coat of the banquet, what are you?"
When Gu Xueyi's unhurried voice fell, Yan Wenjia was staring at her back, thinking uncontrollably in his mind, how could his obviously thin body burst out with such great strength during skydiving
Yan Wenjia felt his chest was blocked by something.
He slowly digested Gu Xueyi's words, the more he repeatedly digested them in his brain, the more dense tingling pains pierced his body.
Is this the result I want
what am i
I count...
Before Yan Wenjia broke free from frustration and depression, he found a clear answer.
Gu Xueyi turned around suddenly, and pulled out a belt from the table.
"Now I will teach you basic morals first."
There was a sound of "whoosh".
Yan Wenjia dodged, but her technique was too ingenious, he let out a muffled grunt and was caught on the chin, he gritted his teeth and didn't make another sound, then fell down and knocked his face on the table.
If Gu Xueyi hadn't lifted his collar from behind.
Yan Wenjia was damn easy and ridiculous, worse than a feather.
Yan Wenjia, who was sitting on the chair, moved his eyelashes slowly, and went through Gu Xueyi's words in his mind again.
If you want to find the meaning of living, you should not find it like this.
How should I find it
"Brother Yuan, do you really stop thinking about it?" The manager's noisy voice kept chattering in his ears.
Yan Wenjia suppressed his thoughts, looked up at the manager: "I don't want to."
He can bleed, he can hurt, but it is impossible for him to admit defeat and show weakness.
The manager's voice was suppressed in his throat.
When he met Yan Wenjia's gaze, he knew he was serious.
The overly handsome young man in front of him seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell what had changed.
The manager raised his hand and wiped his face, thinking numbly, it might be the illusion caused by his swollen face...
Gu Xueyi finished her notebook study for a day.
She walked outside the door: "Get me a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones."
She hasn't fully gotten used to the way of writing simplified characters with water-based pens in this era.
The maid showed a hint of surprise, but quickly went downstairs to find Gu Xueyi.
I just couldn't help but mutter in my heart, what does my wife want this thing for
The paper, ink, pen and inkstone were delivered soon.
Gu Xueyi glanced at it.
Not bad, but not great either. It's not that it can't be used.
Gu Xueyi pinched the ink stick, added clear water, and slowly grinded it in the inkstone with her wrist hanging.
Seeing this, the maid hurriedly said, "Madam, let me come."
Gu Xueyi is used to doing such things by herself.
"No."
This is also a way to train wrist strength.
Gu Xueyi grasped the ink stick and grinded it slowly, feeling more and more that the fit between this body and her was getting better day by day.
After grinding the ink, Gu Xueyi asked the maid to go out first, while she picked up a pen and slowly sorted out Baoxin's information from memory.
This combing is a full three hours.
By the time Gu Xueyi came back to her senses, it was already night. It is obviously not suitable to go to Chen Yujin now.
Gu Xueyi folded a thick stack of paper, and opened the small safe placed on the dressing table.
The small safe was filled with all kinds of jewelry, Gu Xueyi didn't take a second look, she poured them all into the drawer, then put the stack of papers in and locked it.
Half an hour later, Secretary Chen received the second text message of the day.
[Is Secretary Chen free tomorrow? I'm going to Yan's.]
Chen Yujin looked at the pot that had just boiled dry in the kitchen, pressed her forehead, and coughed heavily again.
[have.]
He replied a text message by hand, and then regained some strength, cleaned the pot, put it back on the shelf, and boiled ginger soup.
After Gu Xueyi got the exact reply, she went to wash up.
Chen Yujin stared at the pot intently. After waiting for a few minutes, she finally got a bowl of ginger soup.
He bowed his head and took a sip.
Hot, spicy, ... but really warm.
Gu Xueyi came out of the bathroom and called Yan Wenbai.
"..."
Yan Wenbo answered the phone, but didn't know what to say, his face was sullen, and the phone was dead silent.
He has been home on time these days.
He didn't have any more conflicts with Jiang Jing.
She sleeps upstairs from him, why is she calling him
Yan Wenbai pursed his lips tightly.
"Do you have Yan Wenshu's phone number?" Gu Xueyi asked.
Yan Wenbai: ...
Yan Wenbai hung up the phone.
After a few seconds, Yan Wenbo realized what he had done, and he slowly remembered the taste of the belt.
Yan Wenbo dialed back immediately.
"... You want Yan Wenshu's number? I'll send it to you." There was a little imperceptible humiliation in her tone.
She called him just for Yan Wenshu's phone number
"Just now..." Yan Wenbo choked out a lie: "Accidentally hung up."
Gu Xueyi didn't argue with him, and whispered: "Good night."
Then I went to the mailbox to check the phone number.
Yan Wenbai clutched his phone in a daze for a few seconds, and then lay down again.
Gu Xueyi called Yan Wenshu, but she didn't get through.
Just sent a text message.
[Click to stop, don't do stupid things.]
It was nine thirty-three in the evening.
Yan Wenshu was simmering with anger.
She stared at Jiang Meng coldly: "You have played so many scenes in front of me, why? Now you are asked to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup, and you refuse to go?"
Jiang Meng's hair was disheveled, her appearance was haggard, and she looked weak and pitiful.
On the contrary, it made Yan Wenshu aggressive.
Seeing that she didn't take anyone else with her, the manager suddenly became more courageous, took out his phone, quietly turned on the recording function, and aimed at Jiang Meng.
Just one edit... and it changes the situation.
Yan Wenshu turned her head and found out.
She is in the circle of celebrities, and she has to deal with foreign reporters' cameras and street photographers all day long. She is too sensitive to this thing.
Yan Wenshu became even more furious, grabbed it and threw it at the wall.
The manager stared at Yan Wenshu with red eyes.
Yan Wenshu has an aggressive temper.
Too rushed!
There is no such thing as this young lady's scruples...
How could they have thought that they would lift a rock and shoot themselves in the foot
Now forced to come here...
Things can't be better today.
"Jiang Meng, you call that person."
"Which person?" Yan Wenshu asked coldly.
The room fell silent for a while.
Ten p.m.
Cao Jiaye put on a hat, a mask, and bodyguards, and drove out of the villa area in the dark.
Jian Rui went downstairs when she heard the movement, and asked, "Where is Mr.?"
The maid mumbled, "Sir, the company is in a hurry."
That night, Yan Wenshu never reviewed Xueyi's calls and text messages.
Gu Xueyi got up at eight o'clock the next morning. After breakfast, she went to Yan's building and called Yan Wenshu again.
Still didn't pick up.
Gu Xueyi couldn't help but frowned.
In fact, from the very beginning, she didn't take Jiang Meng's role seriously.
Whether it's Jiang Meng's acting, forcing her to come, or going to Yan Wenshu... It all shows her anxiety, and at the same time, it can be seen that her methods are clumsy.
Yan Wenshu can't even take down such a person
Soon, the car arrived at Yan's Building.
Gu Xueyi didn't continue to make meaningless phone calls, she went straight upstairs. The staff in the building greeted her one after another: "Mrs. Yan."
After the banquet held at the Silika Hotel, who can not take this lady in his heart now
Going up to the floor where Chen Yujin was, there was a little secretary waiting there early in the morning.
The little secretary immediately took Gu Xueyi to the small meeting room.
The door opened, and the man inside raised his head.
"Mr. Jian." Gu Xueyi greeted.
"Mrs. Yan." Jian Changming moved his throat, pushed down his glasses, and greeted him.
This scene was very similar to the last time they met in Yan's Building.
But the mood is completely different.
Jian Changming has been able to more objectively realize the changes in Gu Xueyi and the excellence after the changes.
Gu Xueyi took her seat, and a few minutes later, Chen Yujin also arrived.
"Has Yanjia installed GPS positioning on the mobile phones of each family member?" Gu Xueyi asked.
Chen Yujin's cold has been mostly cured, and when he saw Gu Xueyi, he remembered the slightly hot and spicy feeling on the tip of his tongue.
"Yes, there is, but it depends on who you are looking for. After all, some people are not so willing to cooperate, and they will choose to dismantle and position themselves." After Chen Yujin finished speaking, she asked again: "What's wrong? What happened? gone?"
Hearing these words, Jian Changming couldn't help but look up at Chen Yujin.
Secretary Chen's words seem to have become a little more.
"Secretary Chen, please ask someone to check Yan Wenshu's location."
Chen Yujin didn't ask why anymore, and immediately responded: "Okay."
He turned around and went out to give some instructions before returning to the small conference room.
Gu Xueyi took out the stack of papers, and lied without blinking her eyes: "I wrote it like this, it looks more like my practice copybook."
Indeed, no one could connect this thing with Baoxin.
Chen Yujin took it with both hands and slowly unfolded it.
Jian Changming's gaze followed suit.
The font is dignified and beautiful.
Only the horizontal and horizontal hooks faintly reveal the momentum of silver hooks drawn with iron.
This handwriting... is quite beautiful.
As if she had written it countless times.
But what was even more surprising was that they found that she also had a pretty good memory.
In other words, she is quite skillful when it comes to remembering. When integrated one by one, the logic is clear.
How much of her is something that no one has ever seen
Can the Gu family really teach her to be like this
While Chen Yujin and Jian Changming were staring at the stack of papers intently.
Gu Xueyi's mobile phone received a news push from a certain browser.
[Yan Wenshu retweeted Weibo, suspected to be ridiculing Jiang Meng, what do you think? Click to see—]
When Gu Xueyi saw the news, she immediately became alert.
She clicked in and took a look.
On the way there, Yan Wenshu posted a Weibo to directly mock Jiang Meng.
Many in the comment area satirize Jiang Meng.
For Jiang Meng, who needs to rely on popularity to maintain her status... it is tantamount to cutting off her lifeline.
How reckless.
At least he should bring two more bodyguards by his side before questioning the crime.
Gu Xueyi's finger slid.
Saw another tweet.
@饭文书: I see clearly, this is Mrs. Yan. [picture]
Gu Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly.
It's still a child's way of thinking...
... so reckless that it's kind of cute.
She stood up: "Mr. Jian and Secretary Chen will watch first, I have to leave for a while..."
"Where are you going, madam?" The words came to his lips, but were swallowed back by Chen Yujin.
It's not his turn to control these.
Gu Xueyi gave them a slight nod, her etiquette was still impeccable, then she opened the door and walked out quickly.
She came with only one bodyguard on the way.
This is certainly not less.
What's more, she once went to the battlefield with her father and brother. Compared with ordinary women, she is already much stronger...
But Gu Xueyi would not wantonly put herself in danger, she paused, turned her head and opened the door again, and asked: "Secretary Chen has a bodyguard that I can borrow?"
Jian Changming paused: "I can lend mine to Mrs. Yan."
Chen Yujin who spoke slowly: ...