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, in this six-storey old building, the Swiss Bank has been operating for 150 years. Even today, the world's financial system has changed, and it still occupies an important place in the European financial circle.

Two in the afternoon.

"...It's here. I'll take you to the VP's office. We have some forms to fill out." The fat British woman's voice came from the door of the investment banking department, and everyone subconsciously looked up.

"Thank you."

Accompanied by short words, a tall and elegant figure walked in, her long and smooth hair was pulled back, which happened to reveal her exquisite face, and the beautiful collarbone was looming at the neckline of her shirt. Coat and high heels stepped on the soft and silent carpet and stood still.

While the others were still looking at each other, several people stood up, and they all looked surprised or delighted, "sueti'tbelieveyouareback!" "omg! lookatyou!"

"..."

This long-lost hotline is so familiar, as if they have returned to three years ago, Jing Han and them are simply talking about the old days, with a faint smile on their faces.

"I don't want to disturb..." The chubby woman interrupted them slowly, with a trailing voice, "However, after I explain the entry procedures to her, there is still time for you to catch up on the old days."

They just shrugged and scattered away.

……

Jing Han's new office is located at the end of the corridor on the east side. It is a separate room prepared for vp. The British woman finally explained everything to her and left a bunch of forms, asking her to fill in the experience of returning to China for three years.

The faint smell of perfume and the smell of wood are still familiar. Although the scenery on the sixth floor can only be seen from the floor-to-ceiling glass, it is far less magnificent than overlooking the entire city. But at this moment, Jing Han looked at the foreign countries passing by the street. face, but suddenly felt that all the pressure was released.

She finally came back.

……

"..."

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Jing Han turned around in surprise, and asked the other party to open the door to come in, "...suet" There was a brown-haired man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door, and he smiled when he saw her, "Hey, you are really back."

The corner of Jing Han's lips twitched, "Machal, long time no see."

Machal nodded and looked around, "That's great, you are a vp now."

His praise didn't make Jing Han pay too much attention, but just smiled lightly, "How are you doing now?"

Machal leaned carelessly against her table, shrugged and said, "I was promoted two years ago, and I feel pretty good. You know, I like London a little more. I can't stand New York. People on Wall Street are too desperate. "

As machal, an analyst who worked in a Wall Street investment bank for several months, he felt that those days were really difficult. How could he not separate work and life?So when Jing Han was still in the Swiss bank, he felt very lucky to see machal running to London as if fleeing for his life, and found it very interesting.

"I get off work at 05:30 now, and I can spare some time to invest and spend time with my wife..." machal continued.

"Are you married?" Jing Han lowered his eyes, and only then noticed the ring on his ring finger.

"Oh, of course, my wife is Indian, she is really beautiful, I was fascinated by her as soon as I saw her in the pub..." When machal mentioned this topic, his blue eyes became brighter, " I'll show you her k..."

Seeing his fascinated look, Jing Han responded nonchalantly, "Well, what about the others?"

Machal handed her the phone, "Anyone else you know?" He tugged at the neckline, slowly thinking back to "Carol, she left for Citi two years ago... Michelle, that American girl, seems to have gotten married recently... Oh yes, and Leo, that Chinese man who courts you all day long, he returned to China after you left."

Machal thought about it again, "Who else do you know..." After a while, he snapped his fingers suddenly, "That's right!"

The name seemed to touch some memories that she didn't want to mention, and Jing Han slightly frowned her fine eyebrows. After thinking about it, Jing Han asked reluctantly, "...how is she now?"

"I was also promoted some time ago, vice president, I have the same position as you, and I'm still in her group."

As machal said, he straightened up and walked to the door, "Didn't you see just now, her office is across from you." He looked around for a while, then looked at his watch, "Oh, it seems that I am not in the company now, it should be with r Went to Royalmail for a meeting... I guess it's time to come back, she has been busy with this recently."

just opposite...

Jing Han started to have a headache.

"What's wrong?" Machal looked at her.

"It's okay." Jing Han didn't want to say more, so he calmed down and changed the topic, "You just said that you went to the Royal Mail for a meeting, did you sign the contract?"

Machal nodded, "Yes, Royal Mail has already signed the contract for the overall listing of the IPO." He thought for a while, "This is a big case. I don't know how many people will be used. I'm afraid your vp will also be responsible for part of it."

Jing Han replied thoughtfully.

……

"Mind if I come in?"

While they were chatting, the open door was knocked lightly twice, and a familiar voice came from behind.

Machal turned around and said happily, "!"

The woman has a deep and beautiful silhouette, slightly curly long brown hair hanging over her shoulders, and after careful identification, she has a mixed-race smell. She stands at the door with her slender legs crossed, and her blue eyes are fixed on her. Look at Jing Han.

"Long time no see," after a while, the bright red lips curved slightly, and spit out a sentence in standard Chinese.

Seeing her walking over, Jing Han couldn't help but let out a deep breath. "Long time no see, Ruan Mu." Without thinking for a moment, she called out the man's real name.

Ruan Mu stopped in front of her, the corner of his mouth curled up, "Won't you give me a hug?"

The playful gaze looked straight into his eyes, but Jing Han stretched out his hand unmoved, "No, I didn't intend to do that."

Her refusal did not make Ruan Mu retreat, but he shook her hand with a smile.

The detached atmosphere between the two made Machal a little uneasy. He pointed to the outside with a wink, "OK, I'll go back first, you guys talk slowly."

Ruan Mu didn't even turn her head to look at him, "Remember to lock the door..." She narrowed her eyes slightly, and repeatedly looked at Jing Han's delicate face, "I have a lot to say to Suet."

"..."

The door closed again, but Ruan Mu didn't intend to let go.

Jing Han looked at her palm, the slender fingertips were still there, she sighed, "Ruan Mu, let go."

There was a seductive smile on Ruan Mu's lips, and his eyes were full of searching, "Why, are you uncomfortable just like this?"

Jing Han took a step back with a stiff expression, and wanted to pull out her hand, but the more she stepped back, the more Ruan Mu moved forward, until she leaned against the table and was completely wrapped in her arms.

The bright red lips were very close, and even the fragrance of the other party permeated.

Ruan Mu caressed her waist, his eyes slid upwards from her beautiful collarbone, light-colored lips, delicate eyebrows, "I haven't seen you for three years..." Ruan Mu seemed to be sniffing her breath lightly, for a long time, Suddenly whispered, "You seem to be more beautiful than before."

"..."

Hearing that compliment, Jing Han couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Come on, look into my eyes," Ruan Mu looked at her, his eyes seemed to become a bit darker, "Let me see how you have been in the past three years."

I don't know what was being poked, Jing Han raised his eyes coldly when he heard that, "I've said it many times, I don't like being read by you."

Feeling the struggle of the person in his arms, Ruan Mu tightened her waist again, and smiled indifferently, "Why don't you explain it yourself, maybe I won't read it."

"I don't have to explain this to you."

"Really," Ruan Mu looked over bluntly, with a playful smile, "Then listen to me, I really like to tell you."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in every subtle change in the face below her, "After you left, I dated Su Yuan for three years. At the beginning of this year, because I still wanted to cheat, we broke up."

Her words made Jing Han's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she didn't speak for a while.

"You're thinking now, why is this person still so shameless," Ruan Mu said with a soft smile, still unwilling to let her go.

"..."

All the warnings just now were in vain, and a hint of annoyance clearly flashed in Jing Han's eyes.

"Don't worry, I promised not to spy on your mind, I keep my word." Ruan Mu stroked her waist with a smile on his lips.

"..."

Seeing that she was silent, Ruan Mu leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you mind if I invite you to afternoon tea and talk about your business?"

The temperature of the words wrapped around the soft skin, Jing Han was obviously a little uncomfortable.

"Stay away from me." She finally resisted the other party unbearably.