shallow affection

A few days later, the dispute between Wenyue Medicine and Taidan Company was resolved peacefully.As a negotiator, Song Jingyou successfully completed the task and reduced a lawsuit for the company.After the compensation was settled, he specifically called Jian Qingli and asked him how he did his ideological work through Fang Mingzhan.

Jian Qingli said: "I don't have that ability. He just makes things difficult for you, and he won't really go to court. It doesn't cost money to hire a lawyer, and the court fee doesn't cost money. Now the courts charge according to the amount of the bid. The higher the claimed loss, The more you pay, he has nothing to do to embarrass you. He hurts the enemy by one thousand and himself loses eight hundred."

Song Jingyou felt that the truth was not so simple. He tended to look at this incident emotionally, thinking that Fang Mingzhan's previous embarrassment was "becoming a beauty in anger".

Jian Qingli laughed and praised him for his rich imagination.

"Seriously, have you explained it clearly to him? Otherwise, I'll always feel sorry for you, and then I really don't know you have a boyfriend."

"more or less."

"Don't be vague, tell me clearly."

"There's nothing to say. It's not because of you that I broke up with him."

Song Jingyou was stunned and hesitated before asking, "Are you sure?"

Jian Qingli couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Song, think too highly of yourself."

"Damn, then you made me feel guilty for four years!" Song Jingyou cursed and slurred a long paragraph.

Jian Qingli was puzzled. She didn't expect Song Jingyou to like to cuckold others, and then secretly accepted the condemnation of conscience, and comforted her: "Don't get excited, if it makes you feel better, it actually has something to do with you?"

How could Song Jingyou believe his nonsense anymore, "Why did you separate?"

"Secret, I won't tell you."

"Tch, I don't want to know yet."

The two chatted a few words before hanging up.Jian Qingli went to the gym to exercise for a while, and came back to change her clothes. It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, so she drove to Wenyue Group.

Wenyue has two office buildings, one tall and one short. The chairman's office is in the west building. Jian Qingli heard the old man mention it a long time ago, and it should be on the seventh floor on the top floor.

However, it's useless to know the location, and he can't go up directly, so he still has to speak nicely to the guy at the front desk.

The little brother is very polite: "If you don't have an appointment, do you have something urgent?"

"It's nothing important, just find him for dinner." Jian Qingli showed him a charming smile.

It's a pity that the other party is a straight man, and he is also a good employee who is dedicated to his duties and does not make money.Jian Qingli had no choice but to say, "I am his younger brother."

The guy at the front desk was skeptical, so he called the assistant to the chairman.Jian Qingli leaned lazily on the marble table, listening to his stern report, yes, a Mr. Jian.

"Chairman, please go up." The younger brother hung up the phone, led Jian Qingli to the elevator, swiped his card for him, and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

In addition to the offices of directors and chief financial officer on the seventh floor, there are three meeting rooms of different sizes, but no one can be seen in sight, quiet and deserted.Jian Qingli is a freelancer, and has never experienced this kind of white-collar life from [-] to [-]. After getting out of the elevator, he wandered around the floors, looking at the layout of the room through the frosted glass.The high-heeled shoes clicked from far to near, and a capable woman stepped forward and smiled at him: "Mr. Jian, right? Mr. Fang's office is over there."

Jian Qingli thanked her, and went straight to the big room at the end of the passage.

"Boss Fang, there are so many things to do every day." He pushed open the door and teased glibly.

There was a stack of documents on the desk, and Fang Mingzhan was reading on the surface, but he was actually distracted.He raised his head and looked at Jian Qingli, the expression on his face was very flat, with a hint of gentleness.

Jian Qingli went around the desk, walked up to him, and asked, "What are you busy with?" He intentionally got very close, rubbing his thigh against Fang Mingzhan's elbow.

"Accounting report." Fang Mingzhan pushed a stack of documents in front of him, speaking mockingly, "Your specialty."

Jian Qingli had a bachelor's degree in financial management, but she hadn't touched it for a few years and had long forgotten it. "Don't show it to me, I have a headache." He sat down on the armrest of Fang Mingzhan's chair, moved a pot of prickly pear on the desk to his front, and touched it with his fingertips.

Fang Mingzhan turned over a page and continued to read the report.

"I heard that Wenyue and Taidan reconciled." Jian Qingli said abruptly.

Fang Mingzhan was noncommittal.Jian Qingli laughed dryly: "Song Jingyou said that he would give you a plaque with the words 'reasonable and reasonable' written on it."

"You came here just to say that?"

"I think sending a plaque is too exaggerated, you won't like it, right? So let me ask him, why doesn't he dare, he's so cowardly." Jian Qingli turned sideways, looked at Fang Mingzhan with a smile, Hu The excuses made up can also be said in a hype.

Naturally, Fang Mingzhan would not have such a low-intelligence discussion with him, so he pretended not to hear it.

"Don't you need to give it away? Let me tell you, he will believe it." Jian Qingli directed and acted on his own, with a rather helpless tone.Suddenly his eyes rolled, and he said on a whim, I'm here, or else let's have a meal together.

Fang Mingzhan picked up the pen to sign and smiled faintly.

Jian Qingli's phone vibrated, and it was another message from Le Yang asking about his health.He took a look and said, "Fang Mingzhan, tell me something, if I don't have time, I'll eat with Le Yang."

Fang Mingzhan flipped through the document as if nothing had happened, and the tip of the pen left a little ink on the white paper.It took a few seconds for him to speak: "Le Yang is not as innocent as you think, it's best to stay away from him."

Jian Qingli smiled, put her forearm on Fang Mingzhan's shoulder, and retorted into his ear: "He even confessed to me a few days ago, saying that he likes me."

Fang Mingzhan snorted coldly: "He likes a lot of people."

Jian Qingli stared at the back of his head resentfully, and whispered: "At least I am one of them."

There was silence in the room, only the sound of Fang Mingzhang flipping through files.Jian Qingli had been exercising too much in the gym in the afternoon, and his body was already exhausted. Under such a boring accompaniment, he soon yawned profusely.

He used Fang Mingzhan's shoulders as a pillow, his palms overlapped to prop up his chin, the frequency of blinking became slower and slower, and he dozed off.At first, he could still exert some strength on his back, but then his muscles relaxed, and he lost his balance, and pressed heavily on Fang Mingzhan, forcing him to fall to the right side.Fortunately, there was a big bookcase on the right side of the chair. Fang Mingzhan helped him in time and sat back in his original position.

Jian Qingli was actually not asleep yet, she felt a little bit conscious, and hummed a few words in her mouth.

"There is a bed in the lounge next to it." Fang Mingzhan glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"No." Jian Qingli's consciousness was a little confused, and she acted like a baby skillfully as before, "I want to rely on you."

After a while, he reacted slowly, rubbed his eyes and straightened up, leaving Fang Mingzhan's chair in a stretching posture, and sat down on the sofa diagonally opposite to the desk.

Fang Mingzhan looked at the rest of the documents at a glance, signed them in a flurry of dragons and phoenixes, and asked Jian Qingli: "What do you want to eat?"

"hot pot."

As soon as Fang Mingzhan raised his eyebrows, Jian Qingli rushed to answer. There are non-spicy ones. I have eaten a Dai-style sour soup hot pot called Yulin Xiaozhu before. It is delicious and healthy.

So Jian Qingli led the way, and the two crossed half of Cangshi to eat hot pot.When I got to the place, I saw that the hot pot restaurant had disappeared and was replaced by a barbecue stall.

It was already 07:30 in the evening. Jian Qingli was hungry and didn't want to run around any more. He innocently and pitifully suggested that each person should have a bowl of fried rice noodles.

The food stall was booming. While waiting for the boss to serve fried rice noodles, they sat opposite each other, feeling that there were many words lingering on their lips, but they were always separated by an invisible barrier, and they could only swallow them in their stomachs.

The laughter and cursing around were too loud, making the silence at this table even more strange.

"In the past, there were fried rice noodles sold at the back door of No. [-] Middle School," Jian Qingli said.

Fang Mingzhan never knew how to cooperate, a word "um" was enough.Jian Qingli had no choice but to play with his mobile phone. Le Yang sent him a dozen WeChat messages, but he never responded. The younger brother seemed to be injured, so he posted a photo of a table full of spirits in Moments.

Jian Qingli was a little worried, and asked Fang Mingzhan how Le Yang was drinking.Fang Mingzhan said with a stinky face, "Leave him alone."

"What a cold and ruthless brother." Jian Qingli leaned on Fang Mingzhan with his right cheek in his hands, and kept laughing.

The fried rice noodles tasted good, and Jian Qingli ate half a bowl.He didn't wear a rubber band today, which was inconvenient, and he always had to part his hair while eating.Fang Mingzhan recalled the night when the two met again, his careless action also attracted countless moths to the flame.

Jian Qingli noticed his gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled meaningfully.

Four years ago, he still had short hair, similar to the current youth idols, but now this length is kept during Fang Mingzhan's absence.Many things happened in the past four years, some of which Fang Mingzhan knew about, but he failed to participate in more daily and subtle changes.

"How did you remember to grow your hair?"

Jian Qingli was startled, quickly sucked a piece of rice noodle into his mouth, stuck out his tongue to lick it, and said, "Don't you remember?"

Fang Mingzhan showed a thoughtful expression, and looked at Jian Qingli suspiciously.

Jian Qingli lowered his head and continued to eat, saying: "Just kidding, I kept it on a whim."

When they were still together, they once watched an unpopular art film. The male lead in it was somewhat similar to Jian Qingli, with half-length curly hair, which was very stunning.Fang Mingzhan told Jian Qingli after reading it, you can also try this hairstyle.

But he apparently forgot.

"Will you go to my house?" After dinner, Jian Qingli extended an invitation to Fang Mingzhan.

Two cars drove into Yunshui Garden one after the other.This residential area has been around for some years, and every corner is filled with the atmosphere of life. The elevator room is full of unlocking advertisements, and the property management company doesn't bother to take care of it.

Jian Qingli took out the key to open the door, and said with a smile, "It's a bit messy, don't mind it."

There are two pairs of cotton slippers at the door, among them is the pair of gray plaid, which Fang Mingzhan wore when they lived together four years ago. The uppers are sunken, and there is a faint smell of washing powder. It seems that they have been washed and sealed up. It's been a long time, and it's only recently that I saw the light of day again.

Fang Mingzhan put on his slippers: "What are you keeping for such an old thing?"

Jian Qingli glared at him: "It's not bad, I don't know how to be diligent and thrifty."

They sat in the living room for a while, Jian Qingli poured two cups of warm water, and the cups they used were familiar, the black couple cups from before.Fang Mingzhan remained calm, but Jian Qingli insisted on piercing the layer of window paper, jokingly saying that the pattern was so naive, and your aesthetics at that time was really unflattering.

Fang Mingzhan looked at SpongeBob SquarePants, then at Jian Qingli who was smiling, and said, "This is your choice."

"How is it possible, what I bought must be avant-garde art, some post-modern style..." Jian Qingli said, slowly approaching Fang Mingzhan, putting his arms around his neck, and pecked his lips.

"Is it sweet?" He blinked and asked quite proudly.

Fang Mingzhan frowned: "Garlic smell."

"Hahahahaha." Jian Qingli laughed while lying on his shoulder.