After rebirth, Yan Shao can't climb high

Seeing that there is no roof in front to hide from the rain.

Feng Liexing grabbed Jing Wanwan's arm, "Xiao Wan, don't go, the rain can't be covered in front."

Jing Wanwan stopped, turned her head to look at him, and pulled out her arms without showing any signs.

Like a friend: "Then are you in a better mood? If not, how about I accompany you in the rain?"

Feng Liexing was slightly stunned, and wanted to say something, but his heart was blocked.

"Brother Lie Xing, what are you thinking?"

He was thinking how great it would be if the two could keep in touch after they met on the Bund ten years ago.

He has the confidence to live in her heart.

It's just that without that bit of fate, someone else lives in her heart.

"Xiao Wan, can you give me..."

"Brother Lie Xing, my cell phone is ringing, I'll talk to you later." Jing Wanwan found out her cell phone, it was a landline phone.

"Hello, who?"

"Madam President, we are from the production department of Yan's Group. You have already produced several finished products of the jewelry you designed. Can you come over now to see what is not suitable, so that we can communicate as soon as possible so that the products can be put on the shelves as soon as possible."

Jing Wanwan glanced at the rain that was getting smaller, "Tell me the address, I'll go there now."

Only when the cooperation with Yan's is completed as soon as possible can she devote herself to other cooperations.

"Brother Lie Xing, I'm going to the production department of Yan's Group, are you going?"

"Will it disturb your work?"

"No, I heard from my brothers that you are also involved in jewelry design in Maple Leaf Country, and you can help me check it out."

"Jesus over there..."

"Leave him alone, he's a mad dog."

Production Department Office.

Jing Wanwan and Feng Liexing were invited in, and they saw Yan Tingjue sitting at the desk.

She frowned and glanced at the other people in the office, all dressed as leaders.

"I'll see the finished product."

Yan Tingjue's black eyes swept across Feng Liexing who was beside her, "Outsiders avoid."

"I brought him here."

"I said that outsiders avoid it, and the landscape designer should not disturb the work order."

Seeing Mr. Yan, several other people opened their mouths, and also said that Feng Liexing should not be here.

Jing Wan Wan was embarrassed, and looked at Feng Lie Xing.

Feng Liexing smiled at her, like a gentleman indifferent to fame and fortune.

"They are right, I shouldn't come, I will wait for you outside."

"Then I'll try my best not to keep you waiting too long."

"it is good."

Yan Tingjue, like an outsider, watched the two smile and bid farewell, holding the armrests on both sides of the chair tightly with both hands, so he did not act impulsively.

After Feng Liexing left, the manager of the production department closed the office door, took out five boxes from the safe, opened them one by one and put them on the desk.

"Madam President, come over and have a look, does it match your design theory?"

Jing Wanwan stepped forward, let go of the troubles in her heart, and bent slightly to look at the five jewelry items.

Two necklaces, two bracelets, and one earring.

After she finished reading, she stretched out her hand to touch them one by one, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Not bad, the appearance is coming out, the craftsmanship is very good, and the material is very rare."

Her face tightened, and she looked at Yan Tingjue.

"It's expensive, and the pricing is expensive, right?"

Yan Tingjue closed his eyes lightly, "You don't have to worry about these, it depends on whether the finished product satisfies you, the designer."

Jing Wanwan swallowed her throat, restraining her excitement.

"I have no objection. There are still 25 styles of jewelry, so hurry up and make them."

"Okay." Yan Tingjue stared at Jing Wanwan, and said to his subordinates: "Go and do your work, I have something to talk to her."

Several people retreated.

Yan Tingjue stood up.

Jing Wanwan frowned and stood up straight.

"Jing Wan Wan."

With mixed emotions, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards Jing Wanwan.

Jing Wanwan frowned more and more, trying not to let herself back down.

Seeing the coldness in the little girl's eyes, he suddenly smiled.

"Do you remember, ever?"

"Are you annoying? I am determined to say goodbye to the past now, remember what I did!"

"You used to be not like this."

"You are seriously ill!" Jing Wanwan kicked Yan Tingjue's calf viciously.

He stopped and said firmly, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Ghosts are afraid of you!"

"Then why is your breathing messy?"

Jing Wanwan squeezed her palms tightly, "Because I feel sick when I smell your smell, and when I feel sick, I can't breathe!"

Yan Tingjue: "..."

"Don't be narcissistic, think I'm breathing out of breath when I see your heart beating? Pooh!"

Her last "I pooh" was very loud, and she only missed a mouthful of saliva spraying on Yan Tingjue.

Yan Tingjue frowned and touched his chest.

"Did you spit on me?"

"I bother!"

"..."

Originally, she didn't think so, but if he insisted on giving her a hat, then let it be true.

Jing Wanwan bared her teeth and stared at Yan Tingjue with fierce eyes.

"You're like a wolf cub now."

"You crazy dog!"

"Little wolf cub, I'm not scolding you, but praising you."

"Mad dog, don't speak human words!"

Yan Tingjue's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Can't you hear that I'm flattering you?"

"Hehe." Jing Wanwan sneered, picked up an uncovered pen from the desk, and pressed it against Yan Tingjue's chest.

"I'll stab you once and please you again, how do you feel?"

"Try?" After saying that, Yan Tingjue took Jing Wanwan's hand and sent it towards his chest.

The tip of the pen pierced his shirt and sank into the skin of his chest.

"Madman!" Jing Wanwan quickly let go, watching the pen pinned to his chest.

"Wan Wan, you stabbed me once, can you please me again?" While speaking, Yan Tingjue pulled out his pen and threw it on the ground.

Jing Wan Wan looked over subconsciously, the tip of the pen's nose was dyed bright red.

"I don't know what to do anymore, can you give me a chance?"

He went one step further, almost pasting Jing Wan Wan.

His tone was low and lost, shrouded in an inextricable mist.

"What the hell..." Jing Wanwan backed away quickly, one foot tripped over the other, she fell backwards, and the cursing stopped.

Yan Tingjue stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and interrupted her fall.

The cold fragrance unique to men flew to her nostrils, and flew into her nose with disordered breathing, disrupting her thinking for a few seconds.

"Jing Wanwan, seeing that you dislike me so much now, I surrender."

Jing Wanwan bit her tongue, stood firm, pushed away his hand, turned and walked towards the door.

"Jing Wan Wan!"

He roared like a struggle before falling into an abyss.

Jing Wanwan held the door handle with his hand, and when he was about to turn it, he rushed over and pushed her against the door.

"what are you doing!"

Yan Tingjue pulled her over and kissed her without any explanation, his tongue pierced straight in.

Jing Wanwan hit and pinched him in the face, and when she was about to bite off his tongue, he let her go and took two steps back.

"Wanwan, the divorce you want doesn't need to be so laborious."

His voice was low, with a trace of helplessness.

Jing Wanwan stared at him fiercely, wiped her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, "You are disgusting!"

"Stop scolding me, let me tell you something." Yan Tingjue lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotion in his eyes.