Canary pretends to be good and runs away wearing books

Although he encouraged himself in his heart, Ji Luo was still a little uncertain.

To be honest, after carefully thinking back on what he had done, he found tragically that, judging from his brother's character, this matter might not be good.

In the past, those competitors were not afraid of Ji Ling for no reason.

Because once Ji Ling decides on something, he will definitely carry it out to the end, no matter what generous conditions, heavy price, or even playing emotional cards to move him, he will not be moved.

Even when public opinion hits, he doesn't care at all, he just follows him in a good direction.

So...if it's his character, if he really decides not to shoot down, then, then...

Ji Luo: Woohoo, no way!

Me, I will definitely perform well from today on!

Don't make my brother angry, don't make him sad, don't make him annoying!

pity.

The idea is wonderful, but the reality is very skinny.

When Ji Luo walked into Jian Ling's office area again with a juice cup, he was ready to say nothing.

Because when he saw Jian Ling, his mind became dazed, and he became dumbfounded. He could only stare at him, and couldn't say any well-made rhetoric.

Just after the meeting ended, the employees surrounded Jian Ling and walked out of the meeting room.

"Boss Jian's idea just now is great, I've learned it again!"

"Wow, I really admire Mr. Jian. He can predict things like a god. He can always see through the conspiracy and tricks of competitors at a glance, and he can also lead us to make countermeasures in advance!"

"Worship!!! Boss, we have to have a celebration party tonight—huh? Master Ji?"

After everyone said a compliment, they saw a Ji Luo standing against the wall with downcast eyes.

Thinking of the 'breakup' turmoil that had been spreading all day, everyone looked at each other and nodded to Ji Luo, "Master Ji is good!" After that, they immediately fell silent, and quickly ran away with oil on the soles of their feet.

Although I want to gossip, it is more important to keep my job.

When he saw Jian Ling, a light flashed in Ji Luo's eyes.

The boy immediately stood up straight, clenched his fingers, and looked at him expectantly.

But even after seeing Ji Luo, Jian Ling's cold brows didn't change at all.

It seems that whether Ji Luo appears or disappears, it has no way to affect him.

Ji Luo paused, his throat tightened, and he tried hard to recall the opening statement he had just thought up, but his mind was as if he couldn't remember anything, so he could only call him: "...Brother."

Usually, he always called the man Ji Ling.

He called out his first and last names without any hesitation.

But starting today, he has been cowardly, from morning to night, and he predicts that he will continue to be cowardly.

...But Jian Ling didn't care.

He didn't look at Ji Luo at all, and treated him like nothing, as if he had made it clear to Ji Luo, that he never wanted to give another word of charity.

His slender and straight legs were wrapped in crisp trousers. The man was tall and handsome, and the suit made him cold and unapproachable.

His whole body seemed to be mixed with cold wind, and when he passed by Ji Luo, he could freeze him to the point of stiffness.

Ji Luo shook stiffly, and suddenly felt the fear of those people before when they faced Ji Ling!

This aura——

Ahhh.

Horrible woo woo woo can't take it!

So it wasn't until Jian Ling walked away and entered the office that Ji Luo reluctantly came back to his senses.

Then he staggered and chased after him.

Jian Ling frowned unhappily when she heard the footsteps.

Ji Luo coughed, and carefully placed the transparent and clear juice glass on Jian Ling's desk.

Snow Mountain Strawberry Juice has a silky and soft texture. From the outside of the delicate glass, it seems to be able to see the wonderful experience after the entrance.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, it is the most sleepy and tiring time of the day for most people.

Seeing delicious food now, no one would normally refuse it.

However, Jian Ling didn't care about that. The whole person was like a cold working machine, working from morning to night without stopping for a moment.

The mouth-watering snow mountain strawberry juice is placed alone on the workbench, and the depression around it is suffocating.

... Just when Ji Luo thought that Jian Ling couldn't speak, he actually spoke lightly.

"What's this for?" Jian Ling glanced at the pretty juice glass.

Ji Luo paused for a moment, then stood in an open space not far from him and said, "I thought you don't have afternoon tea here, so..."

Jian Ling nodded and said very calmly, "Thank you."

At this time, he was not as decisive as he was in the morning. Ji Luo was happier, and felt that he was impulsive in the morning, so there must be room for maneuver, so some cheerful little tails were raised behind Ji Luo's words: "Try... "

"But no need." Jian Ling looked away, "You don't have to do this."

Ji Luo was stunned: "...Why?"

Jian Ling: "You don't need this kind of thing at work."

Fingers with well-defined knuckles clasped the low-key and restrained desk, and Jian Ling said flatly: "It can be taken away."

Ji Luo thought the man meant that if he bought him any juice, he didn't need it.

So Ji Luo added in a low voice: "I squeezed it for you this afternoon, I didn't buy it from outside."

That must have a different meaning.

However, Jian Ling gave a low 'um' sound.

Ji Luo stood aside with his fists half clenched, waiting for him to say something, but Jian Ling didn't make a sound for a long time.

Meaning, it seems to be...

Even if you squeeze your own juice, it's no different than the one you buy.

Suddenly thinking of the inner meaning of this silence, Ji Luo felt stuck in his throat, his white and slender fingertips straightened and tensed, and they touched the side of the transparent cup, the condensed mist was cut by his nails, reflecting the evening sun, Like a knife mark on a split dark stone platform.

"Brother, are you still angry with me?" Ji Luo murmured to him, "Don't be angry with me, okay?"

The young president in a suit and leather shoes raised his eyelids and looked at him.

"I'm not angry." Jian Ling said, "Didn't I make it clear to you this morning?"

"..." Ji Luo didn't want to recall what happened in the morning, and his heart ached when he heard the man say, "But I don't want to."

Jian Ling: "..."

Ji Luo: "Dad told me at noon that you and him applied for an assignment to S city...why?"

Jian Ling said: "If you want to know the reason, you can go and read the transfer application."

Don't use it directly on me.

Ji Luo choked, "Don't go."

Jian Ling looked back at the computer screen as if remembering something.

After a few clicks of keyboard and mouse click, Jian Ling found his application in the group work system.

The approval result is stuck at the last step, there is no green light to pass, and no red light to fail, but only a yellow light of 'waiting' is displayed.

Logically, the project he submitted for application is very critical, and the group should indeed send a high-level board member to lead the team to participate in the negotiations.

Jian Ling is the perfect candidate.

Ji Junde shouldn't have any opinions about using this project to work in other places for a while, and the approval should be passed quickly.

However, this time the application was not approved after a whole day.

Just thinking about it, the man felt that Ji Luo must be 'credit' for this.

He frowned slightly, and asked coldly, "Is it you?"

Needless to say, Ji Luo immediately understood what he meant, "I... what are you doing in S City now?"

Jian Ling said without any emotion: "It has nothing to do with you."

There were thorns in his words, and he was obviously upset. Ji Luo didn't say that, and his arrogant tail exploded, "What do you mean has nothing to do with me! How can these things have nothing to do with me?!"

"——Have you worked in the group?" Jian Ling asked.

The question asked was somewhat different from Ji Luo's brain circuit. The young man was taken aback for a moment, and then Jian Ling continued: "Do I need to report to you now?"

"Huh? I didn't mean to report to work."

"Then don't point fingers." Jian Ling stood up, his tall figure seemed a little condescending for a moment.

"I'm pointing fingers?" Ji Luo was poked into his inner thoughts, and he couldn't help feeling guilty at this time, "I didn't, I... I just don't want you to go. And what are you talking about reporting work, what is so important, you need Are you going to City S right now? You... aren't you just hiding from me at this time?"

In the end, I was wronged again.

The eyes are so sour.

So Ji Luo took a deep breath, barely suppressed the pain, and said, "I don't want you to go."

Jian Ling stared at him unemotionally: "Hiding you?"

Ji Luo: "Isn't it..."

"I need it?" Jian Ling said casually.

Ji Luo: "...what do you mean?"

Jian Ling said: "Your matter has nothing to do with me, so there is no need to say anything to hide from you."

Ji Luo: "You—"

Jian Ling: "You don't need to use this method to restrict me. Whether the reason for the expatriation is sufficient is not for you to judge subjectively."

"You want to find some high-sounding reasons for avoiding me!"

Jian Ling didn't bother to talk to him, and the phone rang when he didn't speak.

Jian Ling quickly pressed the green call button.

It happened to be Ji Junde calling.

The CEO's steady voice came from the microphone: "It's me. Are you busy now?"

Then he rolled his Adam's apple, stopped looking at him, and said to the phone: "I'm not busy, please tell me."

"I saw your transfer application. Tell me the specific reason for the application."

Jian Ling quickly listed out the various reasons for the assignment in a very concise and direct manner.

Ji Luo felt cold while listening to him.

He spoke so solemnly, and every reason was related to work, which seemed to be such a high-level and reasonable thing to be sent abroad.

It also brought out Ji Luo's 'unreasonable trouble' even more.

After listening to Jian Ling, Ji Junde asked, "Is that all?"

Jian Ling: "Yes."

Ji Junde's voice paused slightly, "It has nothing to do with the matter between you and Luoluo?"

"..."

Ji Luo could hear the faint voice in the microphone, so he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Jian Ling expectantly.

It's just... Jian Ling said, "It has nothing to do with him."

Ji Luo's eyes darkened: "..."

It's not about 'things between me'.

is 'none of my business'.

"Really?" Ji Junde asked, "I see that Luoluo was in a bad mood at noon, did you quarrel? The assignment has nothing to do with it?"

Ji Luo looked at Jian Ling expectantly again.

However, Jian Ling said flatly: "No. The reason for the expatriation has been clearly stated in the application, and the summary statement has just been finished with you. I can win this project."

Ji Junde thought for a while: "How long?"

"Three months to half a year." Jian Ling tilted his head and looked out the window.

The sky is filled with fiery clouds in the color of passionate love, and the strong red and dazzling orange are intertwined, which seems to add a lot of pink atmosphere to the summer city of B.

However, the temperature in the room where Ji Luo and Jian Ling were located suddenly plummeted.

"In that case, then you go."

Ji Luo heard Ji Junde's voice coming from the microphone.

After hanging up the phone, Jian Ling's indifferent gaze met Ji Luo's peach blossom eyes which had turned red again.

Young master Ji knows his father's character.

It's not that he doesn't favor himself, after all, he said at noon that he will ask Jian Ling about the specific situation in the afternoon, and then decide on the exact assignment...

The decision to allow him to go to other places must have been made because the man had very good reasons.

"You, don't go!" Ji Luo had no choice but to worry, "Brother, don't do this, I think—"

"I don't want to." Jian Ling said, "I've repeated it many times. When will you be able to listen to me?"

After the words fell, he walked out of the office with his slender legs.

Completely ignoring the tears rolling out of Ji Luo's eyes, and the small glass of strawberry juice that came with hope.

……

But Ji Luo seemed to understand something this time.

……

Ji Ling said today, 'When will you listen to me'?

...Ji Ling used to say, 'Can you be more obedient. '

Ji Luo blankly looked at the back of the man leaving.

I am obedient.

But... can't I go to you if I'm obedient?

Isn't this a dead end?

He gritted his teeth, and for the first time in his life, his clever mind felt that... some problems were so difficult to solve.

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