The whole world knows that Mr. Ji is chasing his wife

"Pay the electricity bill yourself and go back early." Jiang Di said while packing up the things on the sofa, "In case I come back silently later, I will have to show off my face to you again."

"Oh, I see."

"Give me a moment." Jiang Di tugged on the scarf that was pinned down by Ji Yan, "You are sitting on my stuff."

"okay."

Ji Yan quickly moved away and saw Jiang Di carefully folding the scarf into squares. He smiled happily and said, "You still keep this scarf."

"Yeah. I don't remember where I picked it up. It seemed to be at the door of the room. It looked pretty, so I kept it."

Ji Yan twitched the corners of his lips stiffly and said, "That's what I gave you."

"Did you give it to me?" Jiang Di's face showed some confusion, and he thought about it carefully, "I picked it up on the Christmas tree in front of my house. Did you remember it wrong?"

"I remember correctly, I hung it on the Christmas tree." Ji Yan said with certainty.

Jiang Di still didn't understand, "You gave me something and why did you hang it on the tree?"

“Isn’t Santa Claus always creating surprises quietly when giving gifts?”

Jiang Di: "..."

"I usually see you with a serious face, but I didn't expect that your brain circuit is quite strange." Jiang Di complained.

Then, she looked at the scarf that she originally liked, and suddenly felt disgusted with it.

"Since you gave it to me, I don't want it anymore."

After saying that, Jiang Di threw the scarf into the trash can.

"What did you throw it away for? I knitted this with my own hands!"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Ji Yan quickly fished the scarf out of the trash can.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late. The scarf was already stained with coffee stains from overnight, and the originally pure white color was stained a bit filthy.

Jiang Di's eyebrows moved, and his originally fierce eyes softened.

"Did you knit it yourself?"

"correct."

Jiang Di couldn't believe it. A cold and domineering boss like Ji Yan could knit scarves by himself?

"Didn't you often complain about me before? The things I gave you were cold gold and silver jewelry, and you didn't mean to look like a rich man."

Ji Yan clenched the scarf in his hand tightly and said, "So that Christmas, I learned how to knit a scarf online and gave it to you specially."

Ji Yan's tone sounded a little aggrieved, and he took out a few tissues to wipe away the coffee stains.

But no matter how hard you try, you will get more stains.

Just like the relationship between him and Jiang Di, it seemed that no matter how hard he tried to maintain and explain, the gap between the two became deeper and deeper, and there were more and more misunderstandings.

This sense of futility and powerlessness made Ji Yan feel discouraged.

He stopped wiping, his voice choked up.

"Jiang Di. Do you really hate everything about me?"

"I...can't tell."

Jiang Di didn't know what he was thinking.

During this period of time, she seemed to have been re-recognizing Ji Yan.

There are good ones and there are bad ones.

So much information came one after another, which made it difficult for Jiang Di to accept it.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether the Ji Yan she liked at the beginning was the real him, or the perfect senior who she had added a secret love filter to.

Just when the two fell into a long silence, the door lock made a twisting sound.

Qiao silently opened the door and entered the house. When he saw Ji Yan sitting on his sofa, he couldn't help but frown.

"What are you here for?"

In the hospital ward that day, Qiao Momo heard Ji Yan admit with his own ears that he had added bad things to the incense to harm Jiang Di.

This kind of scumbag actually has the nerve to show up at your door? !

"Ji Yan, this is my home, get out of here right now!"

Qiao Momo glared, stared at Ji Yan, and yelled at him.

Jiang Di stood aside silently, just as she promised Ji Yan when she came in, she did not stop any of Qiao Momo's actions.

Ji Yan stood up slowly without saying a word, still holding that special scarf tightly in his hand.

"I'm leaving." He whispered in Jiang Di's ear.

Then, he left the house lonely.

Jiang Di let out a sigh of relief after hearing the sound of the door closing.

Qiao walked silently to Jiang Di and asked, "What else is he here for? Doesn't he think he has done enough harm to you?"

"It's okay." Jiang Di rubbed his temples that were beating wildly. "I'm a little tired. Let's go back to the room and lie down."

"Huh? Okay."

Qiao Momo looked at Jiang Di's thin figure with some distress. When his eyes moved to the coffee table, he picked up the cup Ji Yan drank from and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

----

After Ji Yan returned to his home, he turned on the faucet and rubbed the stains on the scarf vigorously with both hands.

"It will be cleaned."

He thought in his mind.

"Everything will go back to how it was before."

Winter has quietly entered Jiachuan City. Ji Yan did not turn on the hot water switch and let his hands soak in the cold water.

Only the bone-chilling pain reminded him not to be discouraged.

Don't be discouraged.

If even he wanted to give up, there would really be no future between him and Jiang Di.

Ji Yan finally washed the scarf and hung it to dry in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He sat on the sofa with a relieved look on his face.

The windows were wide open, and the cold winter wind whistled into the house with a bit of desolation.

Ji Yan raised his neck and stared blankly at the long scarf blown by the wind.

My throat seemed to be choked by something and I couldn't make a sound.

There was deathly silence in the room. Apart from the movement of the wind and flags, there was only the beating of a despised heart.

Ji Yan took out his mobile phone and tentatively sent a WeChat message to Jiang Di.

Sure enough, she still hasn't released herself from the blacklist.

Ji Yan could only try to open the Zhiqu app, find Jiang Di's avatar, click on it, edit a message and send it.

The huge red exclamation mark jumped into view again.

Ji Yan put down the phone feebly and let out a long sigh.

"Even the last contact information has been deleted..."

He slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the white ceiling, feeling depressed for a long time.

At this time, the mobile phone rang.

He raised his hand and saw that it was about work again.

"Hey."

"Mr. Ji." He Wei said brightly on the other end of the phone, "The technical department has been working overtime all night to fix Zhiqu's bug!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let's give everyone a bonus this month."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yan heard cheers coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, I have the speakerphone on. Everyone became less sleepy when they heard there was a bonus!"

Suddenly, Ji Yan's eyes flashed slightly as he thought of something.

"Since I'm not sleepy," he said slowly, "then let the technicians help me make something else."

"Ah?" He Wei was a little embarrassed. He just wanted to help his colleagues earn some performance in front of his boss, but he ended up getting a big job again.

"This month, add another 20,000 to each person."

"Do it! Let's do it right away!" A chorus of shouts came from the other end of the phone, full of energy, "Secretary He, please help us ask Mr. Ji what our needs are."

"Okay, okay. Mr. Ji, what function do you want to achieve?"

"It's very simple. Send me a few app push notifications. I will edit the content and send it to you later."

"This is simple and can be done in less than half an hour!"

"Okay, I'll thank you all for getting off work half an hour later."

After Ji Yan hung up the phone, he pursed his lips and thought for a long time before finally typing a few lines.

Those carefully considered sentences were all what he wanted to say to Jiang Di.

Ji Yan is betting on the possibility that Jiang Di has not uninstalled the Zhiqu software.

As long as she can see it, even if it is a 0.001% possibility, he will try it.

Finally, Ji Yan sent the edited text to He Wei and instructed: "Push each sentence separately to ensure that every user can receive it."

"This..." He Wei looked at the copy sent by his boss and felt troubled.

He thought Mr. Ji was going to notify users of some benefits, but it turned out to be a few extremely disgusting words?

"Mr. Ji, is it appropriate to push it to all users?"

Ji Yan did not change his decision and replied with certainty: "Just do your job well."

"Yes, I understand." He Wei held the phone tightly, "I will immediately instruct the technicians to execute it, and all users will receive the push notification in half an hour."

"it is good."

----

Jiang Di lay on the bed for a long time and fell asleep unconsciously.

In a trance, the scene in the dream was very charming, with red and green lights hanging all over the streets and alleys, and the song "Jingle Bells" was vaguely singing in my ears.

She stepped on the soft concrete floor and came to a familiar neighborhood.

A huge Christmas tree was placed in front of the house by someone unknown. It was covered with colorful candies and several wishing cards.

She took off a greeting card and opened it curiously.

It read: "Compared to me and you, I love us more."

what.

Sour.

Jiang Di inserted the greeting card back into the original path, picked another one and opened it: "You are the joy of youth, and the converse is also true."

Jiang Di followed the prompts and read it backwards again, which made him even more sour.

"Who wrote these?" Jiang Di muttered and put the greeting card back on the Christmas tree.

She guessed in her heart that she must be some pure love warrior who wanted to confess her love to her sweetheart through the warm Christmas.

Jiang Di stood there for a long time, wanting to see the excitement, but there were fewer and fewer people on the road, and no one came.

A gust of cold wind blew into his collar. Jiang Di shivered all over and shrugged.

Little snowflakes are falling from the sky. This is the first snow in Jiachuan City this year.

Jiang Di raised his face and shouted happily: "It's snowing!"

Crystal snowflakes fell on the tip of her nose, slowly melting by the body temperature.

The first snow falls and the temperature drops sharply.

From the corner of his eye, Jiang Di saw a snow-white scarf hanging on the Christmas tree, blending in with the snow.

She stood on tiptoes and took off the scarf, wrapping it around her neck twice.

"It's so warm."

Seeing that he couldn't wait for the confession, Jiang Di rubbed his hands and went home.

And in the corner of the street, a tall figure has been stopping for a long time.

Snowflakes fell on the top of Ji Yan's head. He slightly raised the corners of his lips and murmured to himself: "If they are exposed to snow together, they will grow old together in this life."