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Could Jiang Jing be Yan Chen...

Wen Tian's porcelain-like jade-white face was bloodless, and he felt that this idea was particularly dramatic.

But if this is the case, it would make sense why Jiang Jing, a general, would help him over and over again, because they knew each other when they were young, and Jiang Jing recognized him.

But Wen Tian couldn't figure it out, if he really recognized him, why didn't he tell her when they first met?

He bit his lower lip hard, forcibly brushed away these distracting thoughts, and turned his head to ask Youan: "One more question, what did you go to Agricultural Star for before?"

"Didn't you all know that you have gone to offer incense to someone, Wen Chen ordered it."

Wen Tian immediately asked: "To whom?"

You An said truthfully: "I don't know, the tablet is just an old character."

Therefore.

In fact, Wen Tian didn't know much about what happened back then, but he also knew that the Federation had never saved Wen Gu.With Wen Chen's actions, is he taking revenge for what he heard?

However, what position and identity does he use?

Wen Tian didn't know the relationship between Wen Chen and Wen Gu at all, and even the name Wen Chen, he knew it from others several years later.He didn't know Wen Chen well, he only vaguely gave Wen Chen the title of "friend of the late father".

They didn't communicate much at first, and then Wen Chen sent him to Capital Star, gave him a sum of money, and disappeared for ten years.

Wen Tian didn't think too much about it, it was normal for Wen Chen to feel that he was benevolent and didn't want to raise him anymore.

But now tell him that it is Wen Chen who installed a camera in his room and sent those text messages calling him brother.

Wen Tian's spine felt numb, and he couldn't imagine who Wen Chen was thinking about when he sent him those text messages, saying "Brother Wen".

Seeing that Wen Tian's face was getting paler and paler, You An suddenly stretched out his hand, squeezed his chin and lifted it up, interrupting his thoughts: "What are you thinking, your face is so pale, you don't know what to do with me."

"I'm thinking about something." Wen Tian slapped his hand away, stood up and said, "I'm done asking, I'm leaving."

Youan raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his expressionless face. He leaned back on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Throw it away when you're done using it? Why didn't I know you were so over the top... ..."

Wen Tian was ashamed by what he said, his lips opened a small slit unconsciously, and he lowered his eyes and said: "You, you said it yourself yesterday, I will stay here for one night, and you will answer my questions."

Youan smiled and said, "Did I say that?"

This time Wen Tian saw that he was pretending to be confused and didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he hurried to the door and opened it, and walked out without looking back.

Going downstairs, Wen Tian found that those people hiding in the bushes had disappeared.

Taking out the communicator, Wen Tian sent a text message to Pei En, asking that Jiang Jing was no longer in the Federation, and that the company was holding a temporary meeting.

Wen Tian bought two cups of taro mash and mochi on the side of the road, and walked towards the company while sipping on the straw.

The doorman saw who he was, swiped his card and let him go without saying a word. Like a loving big brother, he patted him on the shoulder and asked him to eat more.

Wen Tian couldn't even drink the drink in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows and nodded with a blushing face. In front of people he knew a lot, he was always unable to speak.

Hearing a few more nagging from the doorman, Wen Tian was finally able to leave, whispered a word of thanks, and quickly slipped to the elevator.

I was afraid that if I was a second late, I would be dragged by the doorman to meet the person he introduced.

After going up to the third floor, Wen Tian threw away the cup of taro mash and mochi after drinking, and walked to the conference room.

Everything in Jiang Jing's company is equipped with top-level equipment, even a small tea room has the best and most luxurious equipment.

Through the slightly folded shutters, you can see the grand and spacious conference room inside, with solid wood long black tables, rolled silk pure gray blankets, and a wide screen vertically down from the wall.

It should be the end of the meeting, and now there are only two people inside, one standing and one sitting.

Jiang Jing leaned slightly on the seat, her eyes fell on the document in her hand, and the standing male employee reported something conscientiously.

Wen Tian hesitated for a moment, and was about to wait for them to finish talking before going in, when Jiang Jing seemed to sense something and looked outside.

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, and saw Jiang Jing hooking his fingers towards him, letting him in.

Nodding his head, Wen Tian unscrewed the door and walked in, obediently standing beside Jiang Jing.

"Wait for me for 5 minutes." Jiang Jing said to him.

"Well, take your time, don't worry."

But Jiang Jing said 5 minutes, it was really 5 minutes, no delay at all.

"Okay," Jiang Jing glanced at the male employee in front of him, like a superior who has been in power for many years, graceful and dignified, "Go back."

The male employee's face suddenly burst into joy, and he nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, General."

His voice was hoarse and strange, like the noise of a broken bellows, and Rewen Tian couldn't help but glance at him.

The male employee looked to be in his 20s, a bit sluggish, with a sallow complexion, and his spirit seemed to be running away against his thin skin, only supported by his bones.

Kind of scary.

It must be tired.

Wen Tian pursed his lips, handed him the remaining taro mash and mochi, and said softly, "Drink some."

The male employee was slightly stunned, looked at Wen Tian, ​​and then blushed a little.

It was so beautiful, that face was exquisite and small, the bright red lips were in the shape of a kiss, and the thin white arm that was handed over to him was milky and alluring, and there seemed to be a sweet and greasy aroma coming out of every pore.

His face, neck, and ears turned red one by one. He took the bag almost tremblingly, held it in his hand like a treasure, and tried his best to suppress his trembling voice and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Jing's face was calm, but her hand holding the file bag was tight.

Wen Tian didn't think there was anything wrong, "It's okay."

The male employee thanked him a few more times before walking out blushing.

As soon as he left, Wen Tian turned his head to the side, afraid that he would forget, and told Jiang Jing what You An told him as if he was going to the market.

Jiang Jing frowned, and pondered: "Hypnosis chip?"

"Yeah," Wen Tian nodded, "He said that he injected chips into Wen Chen's work, and Wen Chen has all the authority."

Jiang Jing nodded and said in a low voice: "I will contact Dean Chu, he is researching anti-hypnosis devices, what you said should help him."

"It would be nice if it could help."

After finishing the business, Wen Tian bit his lips hesitantly, and after a while, he asked in an erratic voice: "Admiral, have you ever been to Mess?"

Jiang Jing paused when she was packing things, her pale eyes seemed to glance over a moment of gloomy emotion, but it was fleeting, "No."

Deceiving.

Wen Tian saw his abrupt pause, even if it was only for a second.

I have been there, so why lie to him?

Ever since he asked that question, Jiang Jing didn't speak again, her broad and thick shoulders kept her back to Wen Tian, ​​as if she couldn't bear to give her a straight face.

After a long time, he turned his head and said, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat..."

Wen Tian interrupted him without warning, and called out as if probing: "Yan Chen."

Jiang Jing's expression froze, his lips seemed to move, and then he lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't know what he was doing, "Who are you yelling at?"

Wen Tian pursed his lips, frowned little by little, paused for a few seconds, turned around and walked towards the door.

His footsteps were fast, as if he would never see him again after he left.

Jiang Jing walked over in three steps at a time, grabbed Wen Tian, ​​and carried him to the conference table without any explanation. It wasn't until Wen Tian and him looked at each other that he frowned and said in a low voice, "What's the trouble?"

Wen Tian lowered his eyes and bit his lips feeling aggrieved, "If you don't tell the truth, I have nothing to say to you..."

Jiang Jing paused, her eyelids covered her dark eyes, and said softly, "Why didn't you tell the truth?"

Wen Tian suppressed his inexplicable emotions, "You have clearly been to Moss, why did you tell me you hadn't?"

Jiang Jing frowned: "Have I been there? I've been to too many places. It's not surprising that I forgot. Are you angry with me because of this?"

Wen Tian's eyes turned red, and he spoke so smoothly and clearly as if it was the first time in his life: "Yes, that's why I don't like people lying to me, and you just lied to me twice in a row, you still think it's nothing , and want to continue to lie to me."

Jiang Jing stared at him fixedly, Wen Tian looked back unwillingly.

It seemed like a full century before he said, "Even if you've been there, what do you want?"

Wen Tian's heart was filled with discomfort, and tears were about to flow from the sockets of his eyes.

Jiang Jing's downplaying attitude is as if those years and months in Moss are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"No, it's not that good." Wen Tian felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell what would happen even if Jiang Jing lied to him, but he just felt that he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"I'm leaving."

Jiang Jing frowned, and pressed his waist, the palms of his hands were slightly bulging.

Wen Tian struggled a few times and couldn't get away, a little annoyed, he kicked Jiang Jing with both hands and feet, completely confiscating his strength, as hard as he could, and all the documents on the table were swept to the ground by him.

After all, Jiang Jing was not indestructible, so he frowned slightly after being kicked by him, but his hands remained steady.

Wen Tian was so angry that his eyes were red, he couldn't kick Jiang Jing away, and bit his neck hard, leaving a wet red mark on his slender neck like a crane.

Jiang Jing's complexion changed slightly, he didn't expect him to do this, and Wen Tian jumped off the table with a slightly dazed effort.

Wen Tian suppressed the soreness in his eyes, pushed Jiang Jing away and wanted to leave, Jiang Jing quickly reacted, picked him up and put him on the table.

"Let, let go of me, I want to go back, why are you dragging me all this time!"

Wen Tian started kicking and beating again and again.

It was the first time he showed such emotions in front of Jiang Jing, but Jiang Jing let him kick, but didn't let him go.

"You remember me, don't you?"

Wen Tian's kicking feet suddenly stopped.

Jiang Jing slowly raised his eyelids, his expression was calm and unwavering, seeing Wen Tian's expression, he knew he was right.

He seemed to be defeated, and said hoarsely, "What do you want to know?"

Wen Tian sucked on the sore and swollen tip of his nose, and said slowly: "I, I just want to know, have you ever been to Mess Star, have you been, Yan Chen..."

As time passed by, Jiang Jing's folded eyelids drooped, and he replied, "I've been, yes."

Wen Tian choked, he found that once Jiang Jing admitted, he didn't know what to say.

Wen Tian looked at the red mark on Jiang Jing's body bitten by him, feeling guilty, he hesitated and said, "Then, why didn't you admit it at first, why didn't you tell me when we first met?"

Jiang Jing only said, "Because it's unnecessary."

Wen Tian was slightly stunned.

"When you moved, I looked for you for a long time, but I never found you." Jiang Jing summed up the chaotic ten years, and said softly: "Later in the equipment room, I actually recognized you, but I also I can tell you didn't recognize me."

"I just thought, when you moved so simply, maybe I didn't mean anything to you."

"Maybe I'm the only one who remembers those things, and I'm the only one who takes them seriously. I think since you've forgotten all about it, it's quite boring to talk about it."

The hustle and bustle outside the window didn't know when it stopped, Wen Tian stared at him blankly and blinked.

Jiang Jing's throat moved, and her eyelids kept drooping, "I'm not a person who misses the past too much, but I can't forget that time, and I can't forget you either."

"I've always lied to myself that you had reasons to move before you left without saying goodbye, but when you didn't recognize me, I suddenly thought of another possibility. Maybe you didn't have any reasons at all, you just wanted to leave."

"I just realized that I have such a cheap side. You have forgotten me, but I still can't help taking you in. I'm scared when you cry, and nervous when you don't see me. You seem to be able to touch me by doing anything. "

"Then I said to myself, in fact, this is also very good, at least you are always by my side."

At the end of Jiang Jing's speech, as if unable to support herself, she bent her neck a little, and her movements were extremely slow, as if she had also broken her dignity.

After a long time, Jiang Jing laughed at herself, and said lightly: "Have you heard what you want to hear? Just answer it yourself first, I have to open it..."

He forcibly moved his stiff legs, trying to appear indifferent as much as possible, but after a few steps, Wen Tian grabbed his fingers.

The force was very light, but it held him in place like an iron wall.

Jiang Jing looked sideways at him.

Wen Tian lowered his head, and said very softly: "I haven't forgotten..."

"……what?"

Wen Tian's voice was a little choked up, and he said incoherently: "I haven't forgotten about you and Moss. I didn't want to leave at that time, or I just couldn't help it..."

He couldn't resist Wen Chen.

He is too cowardly.

He obviously didn't want to, but he did it anyway.

Wen Tian held back tears, choked up and said: "You have changed too much, and your name is different, so I... But I really haven't forgotten, I always remember."

"Yes, sorry..."

"I know now, you have been looking for me for a long time."

Jiang Jing was motionless like a statue, her chest rose and fell slowly, as if she wasn't even breathing.

He turned around bit by bit, every step was like slow motion in a movie, and then he lowered his eyes and saw Wen Tian's clear eyes, without any trace of lying.

"Really, haven't you forgotten?" In the dull space, he heard himself ask.

Wen Tian nodded, and then, as if he was afraid that Jiang Jing would not be able to see him, he said, "Really, I actually went back several times later, but I didn't see you."

Jiang Jing swallowed hard, her voice as chapped as her lips: "I went to Moss many times in the year you just left, but I couldn't find anyone every time, and then I didn't go."

Wen Tian said "oh", and said in a low voice with a little disappointment: "Then we missed it..."

"Since you always remember me," Jiang Jing couldn't control her lips, "Then do you like me, or treat me as a friend."

Wen Tian was taken aback for a moment, and opened his eyes almost instantly.

Jiang Jing kept staring at him, "I remember you because I like you, and you, because of what."

Wen Tian's eyelashes trembled, and under Jiang Jing's constant questioning, he struggled to say: "Friend, friend, because at that time I only had you as a friend of the same age."

Jiang Jing moved her lower lip, it was hard to describe her mood, but she felt that this was the answer she expected, he was already very satisfied now, and he couldn't be greedy.

Just about to say that he knew it, Wen Tian said vaguely, "But that's you as Yan Chen."

Jiang Jing was slightly taken aback.

"Now you are Jiang Jing." Wen Tian tried his best not to stutter to finish the sentence, "There are very few people who helped me, so I always remember clearly, except for Grandma Zhou when I was a child, only you helped me again and again. Me. So, I don’t know when it started, but I also rely on you a lot.”

This is the most straightforward thing he can say.

Jiang Jing's arms were numb with stiffness, the meeting room was silent, his face was hidden in the half-dark borderline.

"I don't understand, what does this mean," he said, his voice was as hoarse as unpolished sandpaper, "Do you like it or not?"

Wen Tian's face flushed red, all ten fingers were curled up tightly, and he said nervously: "Hi, like..."

"Then we are together now?"

Wen Tian was a little dizzy, and said "hmm" with difficulty.

Jiang Jing's desires have always been superficial. Before Wen Tian, ​​he didn't want anything in particular, and he didn't care about anything in particular.

For the first time, he knew what it was like to get what he wanted.

Excited, delighted, overwhelmed.

So much so that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Wen Tian pinched the hem of his clothes, his small and pretty face was flushed, and he was a little puzzled: "You, why don't you talk?"

Jiang Jing was silent for a long, long time, and then she slid her throat lightly, and said in a slow and low voice: "Then can I be jealous now?"

Wen Tian seemed not to know these two words, "Jealous?"

Jiang Jing looked down at him, her cold and flat voice could not detect any emotion: "You would rather give that drink to that employee than me."

The topic changed so quickly, Wen Tian had to react for a few minutes before he remembered it.

Jiang Jing said at the right time: "Remember?"

No matter how dull Wen Tian was, he also realized something, and said stammeringly: "No, no, I saw that he was too, too tired, his complexion was a little pale, and he seemed to be fainting, so I gave him a drink. It was originally bought, bought for you to drink."

"My complexion is also very bad, and I have been working for a long time. You can't see me, you can only see him."

Wen Tian looked at the solemn, calm and untiring face in front of him, and didn't know how to deal with Jiang Jing who was making trouble out of no reason, so he could only stammer and say, "You're a little, a little... small belly."

"Yes, I'm a small belly."

Jiang Jing seemed to chuckle lightly, as if to show how small he really is, put his big hands on Tuo Wentian's waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "...I can't drink it, so I can only drink something else. "