There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

Jiang Zhichao continued to ask: "What does my little lover look like, is she at your house now? I want to meet."

"Not a lover," Jiang Zhiye threw down four words, "If you talk too much, you will get out of the car."

Jiang Zhichao didn't dare to move any more, and let out a dull oh.

The two of them didn't talk much, and they had nothing else to talk about except life matters. Within 10 minutes, a call came in, and Jiang Zhichao picked up his phone to answer it.

The vigorous and clear voice of the young man came to Jiang Zhiye's ears, and most of the things he talked about were related to school life.

"Hey, Mom, don't worry, I have passed all my grades, and I assure you that I will never fail in math again."

"The school's photography contest? How did you know about it? I wondered why you didn't send me a trophy. It turned out that it was sent to you."

"I've already been to the International Music Expo you mentioned last time. I'm not interested in that. Why don't you buy me more lenses if you're interested in that?"

"Girlfriend... Oh, don't worry about it. I'm really in no hurry to find it now. How old am I?"

Although he couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone, Jiang Zhiye could still feel his mother's care and love for Jiang Zhichao. He listened to the whole process with a blank expression without interjecting a word.

The car drove to the gate of Jiang's house, Jiang Zhichao opened the door and jumped down.

"Brother, see you later," he waved at Jiang Zhiye, "I'm so envious of you, I live in a big house of my own, and I can move out anytime."

"Wait until you get older," Jiang Zhiye said in a low voice, "I'll buy it for you."

"Thank you bro!"

Jiang Zhichao walked away happily humming a little tune.

Special Assistant Xue looked at Jiang Zhiye's expression through the rearview mirror, and was a little worried: "Mr. Jiang, it's hard to go back to the old house, why don't you have lunch with Mrs. Madam?"

"No meeting this afternoon?" Jiang Zhiye asked coolly, "Go back to the company."

"Yes."

Special Assistant Xue glanced quietly at Mr. Jiang reflected in the mirror, feeling inexplicably heavy.

Even though it was the best time of the day for the sun, Jiang Zhiye seemed unable to be illuminated by the light. His deep and distinct facial features were hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to read his expression.

On the highway back to the company, Jiang Zhiye took out the pack of cigarettes from last night from the storage compartment next to the left car door, randomly smoked two and crushed them in the palm of his hand.

The severe friction and slight pain melted away in the palm of his hand, and this feeling of strength to vent made him feel a little better.

Jiang Zhiye thought of the trifles of life that his younger brother had just told while sitting next to him, and those words echoed in his mind repeatedly.

Promise my mother that I will never fail in math again.

Jiang Zhiye never said this sentence when he was in school.In the eyes of his parents, he has always been an excellent and obedient child who can learn everything with ease.As for the photography and music that Jiang Zhichao was talking about, they had nothing to do with him at all.

Jiang Zhiye has received courses and education that have been strictly screened by his parents since he was a child—mathematics, physics, finance, language, etc.In addition, he never fell in love when he was a student, because he knew that the consequences of being discovered by his parents would be severe beatings and endless surveillance.

He and Jiang Zhichao are like two distinct comparison groups. When his mother wanted to be a strict mother, she forced Jiang Zhiye to improve almost every day; when she was older, she wanted to be a loving mother, and wanted to have a child to be loved by.

The Jiang family has always been proud of Jiang Zhiye, and they didn't intend to add a boy to the family, but no one can decide whether to have a boy or a girl, so Jiang Zhichao came to this family.

He grew up wantonly and was pampered like a little girl.As the eldest son, Jiang Zhiye bears the burden of the Jiang family alone.

His parents did give him what he deserved. He will fully inherit the Jiang family in the future. A willful second son like Jiang Zhichao is not suitable to take over the business.

The two paid their own price. Jiang Zhichao exchanged power and absolute wealth for freedom, while Jiang Zhiye had to strictly follow the line prescribed by his parents to be the heir of the family. In the future, he would marry a wealthy family with equal power and have children, and expand Jiang's business territory. select.

But what was Jiang Zhichao talking about just now?

【I've already been to the International Music Expo you mentioned last time. I'm not interested in that. If you're thinking about that, why don't you buy me more lenses. 】

The things that Jiang Zhiye cherished so much before were taken away by his younger brother in such an understatement.

Even if you don't care about it long ago, you will still be touched when you hear it.

He looked at the broken cigarette in his palm, with irony in his eyes.

Now that you have money and power, do something that is absolutely not allowed.

For example... talk about a relationship?

An hour later, Special Assistant Xue sent his boss into the office, and trotted to the first floor by taking the elevator.The sky outside the company became a bit gloomy, and it looked like it was about to rain.

He got into the car, put the precious violin in a custom-made gift box, carefully packed it into a bag, and drove to Huaxie Avenue.

The autumn rain continued, a few guests came to choose musical instruments in He Rijun, Meng Shu was in charge of entertaining, and Xian Lv sat in front of the cashier and dozed off.

Zhuo Yiming had an exam at school today, Xie Wen went out to pick up goods, and there were only the two of them in the shop.

The wind chime at the door vibrated violently. Meng Shu was negotiating prices with customers. Hearing the sound, he immediately turned his head and shouted not far away, "Mr. Xian, please entertain me."

Xian Lu lazily half-opened his eyes and stood up while supporting the table.

Meng Shu took advantage of the situation and turned his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tezhu Xue holding a black umbrella, his expression slightly stagnant.

He excused himself from the client, stepped forward to hold Xian Lu, and said in a low voice, "Let me do it."

"Oh." Xian Lu had no objection.

As soon as Special Assistant Xue saw an acquaintance, he laughed happily: "Brother Meng, is Mr. Xie in?"

"He went out to look for the supplier to see the goods, and he probably won't be back for a while." Meng Shu brought him into the store and found a piano stool for him to sit on. "Xiao Xue is here today...?"

"Oh, this is the piano that Mr. Jiang asked me to give." Xue Tezhu took out a gift box from the handbag, brushed the inconspicuous water drops, and handed it to Meng Shu, "Brother Meng, please give me a gift box." Pass it on to Mr. Xie."

"This—" Meng Shu was a little embarrassed, "Why did you suddenly give a gift? Did Mr. Jiang say anything?"

Special Assistant Xue didn't dare to say that Mr. Jiang fell in love with his boss. After thinking about it, he had to explain: "I just apologize for what happened before, and I hope Mr. Xie can calm down."

"It's good if you want it. This compensation seems too expensive. I'm afraid we can't accept it thanks to the boss." Meng Shu said.

"Don't say that, this is Mr. Jiang's carefully selected gift, if you return it, you will be disappointed," Special Assistant Xue began to argue, "I am also following orders, and Brother Meng will return the piano to me again. Can't I go back and pay the errand?"

That's exactly what happened.

"Whether the gift is suitable or not depends on Mr. Xie's opinion. Let's listen to his opinion. If Boss Xie thinks it's not good, I will apply to Mr. Jiang to take it back."

Afraid that Meng Shu would be resolute in his rejection, Special Assistant Xue stood up and said, "The company still has a few due diligence reports pending review. I'll leave Brother Meng first, so don't bother me."

He said a simple farewell, opened the black umbrella and stepped into the rain.

Meng Shu looked at the velvet gift box with difficulty, and decided to wait for Boss Xie to come back.

The few customers who chose musical instruments paid for it with Xian Lu and are asking him to help pack it.

Coincidentally, at this point in time, Xie Wen came back.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, holding the dark umbrella handle with his pale fingers, and his figure was particularly handsome in the misty rain.

The two female guests accidentally saw him enter the store wrapped in a layer of damp water vapor, and they all exclaimed in low voices: "This man is so handsome, is he also here to buy a piano?"

"Thank you boss, you are back," Meng Shu took the umbrella from him, "how do you look?"

"The quality of the spruce is not bad, and the bill can be signed."

Xie Wen rolled up the cuffs of his windbreaker, glanced across the room, and saw a high-profile gift box on a certain piano.

"Is this a guest's thing?"

"No, this is for you." Meng Shu answered bravely.

"Give it to me?" Xie Wen glanced at him, stepped forward to the gift box, and looked at it, "Who gave it to you?"

"...the president of the Jiang Group."

Xie Wen frowned, unfastened the hidden button of the velvet box with his slender fingers, and with a snap, the lid popped open automatically.

A delicate violin appeared in front of the two of them.

Xie Wen took the piano out of the box, observed the details, and frowned deeper and deeper.

He put the piano back and said with a sneer, "This gift is too expensive, I can't afford it, let him take it back by himself."

"That's right...Mr. Jiang apologized to you. I asked the special assistant to take it away, and the special assistant ran away." Meng Shu added.

"Send it back," Xie Wen said, "Just say I don't need it."

Meng Shu responded and took out his mobile phone in front of him, but Xue Tezhu couldn't get in touch anyway, and he probably expected this result a long time ago.

Xie Wen glanced at his phone with a half-smile, and said, "Find a place to put it away, and no one should contact Jiang Zhiye. He will come and get it by himself in a short time."

After all, he didn't even look at the piano case, and went directly to his own piano making room.

Meng Shu sighed, and was about to close the piano case when Xian Lu approached him: "What's the matter?"

Meng Shu relayed the conversations just now to him.

"Mr. Jiang wants to show kindness to Boss Xie, it's wishful thinking," he concluded, "I've never seen the boss be so tough on anyone."

I have known Xie Wen for so many years, but Xian Lu has never met him.

He stroked his chin and thought: "But I always feel that this Jiang Zhiye is different from others in Ah Wen's subconscious mind. It may be said that he is tough, but I don't think so."

Meng Shu pricked up his ears: "What do you mean?"

"Maybe even Ah Wen himself didn't realize that he paid too much attention to Jiang Zhiye," Xian Luyi analyzed. "This may have something to do with his vigilance towards Jiang Zhiye, but it's not a good thing."

Meng Shu followed his words and nodded.

"Besides, he never cared about so many excellent people approaching Ah Wen in the past, but suddenly there is an annoying person who occupies most of his attention. Even if this feeling is negative, it is enough to make his impression of Jiang Zhiye Deep."

"At this time, as long as Jiang Zhiye works hard to change his impression in Ah Wen's mind, wouldn't that allow him to succeed."

Xian Lu raised his eyebrows, and said in a bad tone: "This Jiang Zhiye is indeed a master in love, and he is all about scheming Ah Wen."

Meng Shu felt the same: "Indeed."

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