Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"I felt friendly to her the first time I saw her. She is such a good candidate. Why didn't she want to go to her before?"

"She said she had no talent for it."

"If you don't have talent, you can work hard. Besides, there are not many talented people in the circle."

Zhao Zhi paced back and forth in the room.

"Doesn't she owe a lot of money? If she enters the industry with these conditions, she will definitely be very popular!"

After Fan He comforted his wife, he returned to the study, and the phone rang at the right time.

He picked up the phone, heard the content, began to frown, took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Has the Shen family resolved this matter?"

I don’t know what was said on the other side.

He tapped his pen on the table.

"okay, I get it."

……

When Qi Yan came back with dinner, she happened to receive a call from Manager Ren, who told her to come to work as usual.

He didn't say any more details, and Qi Yan was sensible enough not to ask any more questions.

The house was silent and dimly lit. Sparse lights from outside came in through the window. In the distance was the city's central area, where the extravagant light pollution was a night of revelry.

Qi Yan casually put down the packaged fried noodles, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, the crisp sound of the metal lighter echoed.

A spark suddenly appeared in the darkness. Qi Yan lowered his eyebrows, and his long eyelashes covered his deep eyes.

"You're back?"

Suddenly a hoarse voice sounded.

Qi Yan's hand trembled and he almost got burned.

She looked up.

Under the dim light, I could barely see that the man was wearing home clothes, leaning against the bedroom, his black hair was disheveled and he looked lazy and casual, and there was still a hint of sleepiness on his face.

Do you treat this as your own home?

This was the only thought in Qi Yan's mind when he saw Shen Rao was still there.

She frowned slightly, twisted the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, and looked cold.

"Shen Rao, at least you should have some dignity."

An undisguised sarcasm.

Shen Rao seemed to be unable to tell whether the words were good or bad. He curled his lips and tilted his head to look at her. His soft short hair was tilted, and the shadow cast by it made him look a little seductive. His lips, which were flushed, were slightly raised.

"If I can be with you without shame, I can be without it."

Qi Yan's expression at this moment was hard to describe. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. Finally, he gave up and picked up the fried noodles to eat.

If Bai Ya was beside him, she could probably explain her current mood. She wanted to scold him but was afraid that he would feel good.

Seeing that Qi Yan ignored him, Shen Rao went over, pulled out a stool and sat opposite her.

Seeing what Qi Yan was eating, his brows furrowed and his tone was quite disapproving.

"Is this what you're eating tonight?"

Qi Yan glanced at him and said nothing.

However, Shen Rao snatched the fried noodles from her and ran to the kitchen to bring out some home-cooked dishes.

Only then did she notice that the originally empty kitchen was now filled with pots and pans.

The food was still warm when served.

While she was stunned, Shen Rao had already placed the chopsticks in front of her.

"Don't eat those, they are not nutritious. Try them, they are all made by me."

He looked a little uncomfortable when he said this, but there was an imperceptible hope in the depths of his dark eyes.

Qi Yan felt that the person in front of him was a large dog asking for praise.

Her eyes shifted to the home-cooked dishes on the table. Almost all of them were what she loved to eat three years ago and recently. They looked delicious.

only……

Prince Shen can cook?

Three years ago, let alone cooking, he probably had never even entered the kitchen.

As if seeing Qi Yan's confusion, Shen Rao lowered his eyes and twisted his slender fingers together.

"I've learned this over the past three years, don't worry it tastes good."

Qi Yan didn't ask him why he wanted to learn how to cook. She just tapped the table with her fingertips and spoke in a cold tone.

"For those things in the kitchen, send me the price and I'll pass it on to you. It's getting late, you should leave."

"We don't need to calculate so clearly."

"It's better to calculate it clearly."

Qi Yan looked up at him, there was no friendship in her eyes, only desolate indifference.

Shen Rao was hurt by this look, his heart was falling like crazy, he clenched his fists tightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

In the end, he seemed to compromise, like a deflated ball.

"Then why don't you try it?"

Qi Yan took in all his changes and said, "No need, you can eat what you made yourself."

She ignored the table full of delicacies and picked up the bowl of fried noodles. The noodles were a little cold, and the taste was already ordinary, but now the soy sauce smell was even stronger and a bit choking.

But Qi Yan still ate it with no expression on her face, and Shen Rao looked at her sullenly.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and suddenly stood up. The stool made a harsh sound when it rubbed against the ground. He took a few breaths and wanted to say something else.

But Qi Yan never looked up at him from beginning to end. She just smiled bitterly, turned around and walked away.

The door slammed shut and the windows in the house shook, which showed how much force the other party used.

After Shen Rao left, Qi Yan finished eating the fried noodles.

The room returned to silence again, and the light of the incandescent lamp spread from above her head. She glanced at the food on the table, but didn't eat a single bite.

Shen Rao came out of the village in the city with a sullen face, and suddenly received a message on his mobile phone. It was a bank transfer information of 10,000 yuan. He knew who it was from without thinking.

The veins on his hand that flickered as he turned off the phone were bulging from the force. The irritability and sadness were like a hopeless abyss that kept pulling him down, and the manic factor was also eroding his sanity.

Shen Rao didn't dare to think about what he would do that would make him regret if he stayed.

……

Late at night, the autumn wind was chilly, and the surrounding plane trees swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds.

In a low-key black BMW, Qi Yan leaned in the driver's seat, his fingers unconsciously stroking the lighter, his eyes hidden in the darkness, staring straight ahead.

This is the villa community we visited this morning. The people who live here are either rich or noble, and it takes some effort to drive in.

At this moment the phone vibrated.

Qi Yan picked up the phone with the brightness turned down beforehand and began to look through it, which contained information about Fan He and the people around him.

She took a quick glance and got a general idea.

Fan He was once an ordinary employee of a company. He was sent abroad for four years. After returning to China, he resigned and founded a venture capital company with good prospects. He also has some shares in Zuishengju.

My wife is a top agent at an entertainment company, but she is currently on leave to prepare for the birth of her baby.

I met my wife at a party. I fell in love with her at first sight and pursued her fervently, and finally won her heart.

The couple has a harmonious relationship, loves each other happily, and will soon welcome the fruit of their love.

A pretty nice resume.

Qi Yan slid his hand to the next page, and his calm eyes reflected the words on it.

After reading it, she put her phone down with a calm expression.

He just sat quietly in the driver's seat with his chin resting on his fists all night, without even changing his posture.

After dawn, Fan He went out of the small villa in the distance.

Qi Yan changed a car in the underground parking lot to catch up. Fan He's day was very boring.

After arriving at the company in the morning, he will not come out again, only coming out to eat at noon. The subordinates around him are all relaxed and happy.