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

"I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, I'm talking too much!"

Under his glaring eyes, Special Assistant Xue immediately felt the blood flow backwards all over his body, and hurriedly exited the president's office stiffly.

Jiang Zhiye propped up the table with one hand, and pressed the center of his eyebrows with the other, trying to call Assistant Xue back, but in the end he didn't say anything, and sat back in silence.

He actually wanted to ask, how can he treat Xie Wen well?

He had already given everything he could, without any reservations, but Xie Wen never seemed to care, the flowers, the piano, the coffee, the record player and the phonograph...

Even if he has all of Xie Wen, Jiang Zhiye still has no sense of security.Maybe all he wants is for Xie Wen to stay here ─ no matter what happens in the future.

This is a very contradictory emotion, inferiority complex and condescending desire to control happened to him.

Jiang Zhiye rummaged through all the openable drawers of the desk, but couldn't find a single cigarette.He desperately needs to vent now, find a breakthrough to vent out his boredom.In the past, this breakthrough was the lover's obedient and soft body, but now it can only be digested by oneself.

Looking at the towering skyscrapers outside the window and the traffic jams and crowds on the street, Jiang Zhiye took out his mobile phone, resisted the urge to contact Xie Wen, and forced his heart to calm down slowly.

There is no one in this world who can't live without, isn't it?

His gaze cooled down a little bit, froze, and his reason returned.

"..."

The two fell into a cold war.

In fact, the cold war is not necessarily the case. Jiang Zhiye followed the old habit and often asked Xue Wei to bring some gifts to Xie Wen's shop. Sometimes he would go in person when he was not busy.

There is very little to say, and most of the time he just takes a look from a distance before driving away. Jiang Zhiye is not in a hurry, he knows that Xie Wen needs to spend some time to figure it out, and he only needs to appear in front of him every day, the length of time It doesn't matter, that's enough.

Recently, Tangjia City seems to be brewing a big storm. The financial industry has sensed the opportunity in advance. Many celebrities in the business world are active in various social occasions in the upper circles, keeping vigilance for the upcoming changes.

On a sunny day, the cold wind blew past, the city's steel forest remained motionless, and people on the street wrapped their necklines tightly, and tried their best to hide in the safe haven.

Xian Lu was wearing a V-neck dark blue sweater and a black cotton jacket over it this morning. He was also one of the dodgy activists. When he entered the corner of the commercial building in the city center, he bumped into a figure that suddenly appeared. .

"Damn, it hurts!"

The other party let out a cry of pain first, then fell backwards, stumbling a few steps in a row before leaning against the wall to stand firm.

Xian Lu was not as lucky as him. In order to keep the priceless camera in his hand, he fell directly to the ground, barely raising the camera slightly above the ground with his free right hand.

Just as he was frowning and wanted to teach a lesson, the hand of the man in front of him had already reached out.

It was a white hand with well-defined bones, with slightly protruding wrist bones, and the cuffs of the black denim jacket showed a casual and sexy look.

Before Xian Lu decided whether to hook up and give the other party a chance to make amends, that sexy hand had already lifted the camera in his hand one step ahead of him.

"SIGMA legendary lens, this kind of lens is generally rare in normal occasions. If it were me, I would definitely be reluctant to take it out and use it in normal times."

Xian Lu stood up and stared coldly at the young man in front of him: "Give it back to me!"

The person in front of him was wearing a black peaked cap, with his head slightly lowered, only showing a slightly sharp chin. Seeing that he was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of dark green overalls, he should not be a white-collar worker working in a commercial building.

"Brother, don't be angry, I'm just watching."

His tone rose slightly, his red lips burst into a smile, and his nimble hands skillfully unwrapped the lens cap with a few simple operations.

Xian Lu snatched the camera away, thinking that the other party knew the goods and didn't get angry.

Without even looking at the young man in front of him, he turned around and pressed the elevator, and quickly walked into the narrow space.

The young man with clinker also walked in, saw the floor that Xian Lu had pressed, leaned lazily against the elevator mirror, and did not press any other keys.

"Brother, are you a paparazzi reporter?"

Xian Lu glanced at him: "...shut your mouth."

"Oh, isn't it? That's the reporter who received the official invitation?" The young man rubbed his chin, most of his face was still covered by the peaked cap.

Xian Lu simply stared at the display screen on the floor and refused to answer.

Today he came to take pictures at the invitation of a certain business magazine, and he has nothing to do with reporters... Why, he looks like a paparazzi?

"Neither? Then you must be a photographer." The young man let out a smirk in his throat, "This is the first time? Do you want me to take you to the press conference for a while?"

"Need not."

Xian Lu dropped two words, and took advantage of the time when the elevator door opened to quickly move away from the strange young man behind him.No matter where he went, the young man followed him there, looking leisurely, as if he didn't mind Xian Lu's resistance at all.

"I think you are the paparazzi, you have been chasing after others, aren't you tired?"

"Me?" The young man pointed at himself in surprise, "Brother, I didn't follow you. I, like you, went to the press conference."

They walked through the long corridor and arrived at the door of a large conference room. Both parties took out their ID cards at the same time. Xian Lu casually glanced at the card in the young man's hand. The sunlight outside the window happened to reflect a warm yellow arc on his palm. , covering the words above.

"You two, please come in."

The young man withdrew his certificate and smiled proudly at Xian Lu: "Look, I was also invited."

"..."

Xian Lu said something boring in his heart, and went into the venue to prepare for the filming work for a while.

He stood in a comfortable position in the back row, adjusting the camera.The camera assistant had been waiting in the auditorium for a long time. When he saw Xian Lu, he hurriedly came up to him carrying a tripod lens replacement bag and a lot of other things.

The venue gradually filled up, except for the first few rows reserved for participating entrepreneurs, the rest were filled with reporters sent by various newspapers.

The man in the black hat...

Xian Lu's eyes wandered around the venue, and finally saw him in an inconspicuous corner in the first three rows.The man in the black hat was sitting there, wearing a peaked cap, exuding an aura that was incompatible with the magnetic field of the people around him.

Just when he was curious about the identity of this person, a staff member stood on the podium and interrupted the uproar: "Please be quiet, everyone, the press conference will start soon, all reporters get ready."

This is a quarterly business peak press conference. The interviewees are all well-known companies in Tangjia City, including many young industry leaders. Therefore, when the quarterly interview magazine is published, it can be sold out quickly, except for the fixed audience. In addition, many female friends also like to buy to learn about the interests and hobbies of certain elites.

The first person to be interviewed was Lingsheng Youshi. The company is mainly engaged in daily consumer goods. The FRAND perfume under the group has already ranked among the top luxury brands in the world. When you sway, you have the fragrance of FRAND on your body.

Xu Luochen, the president of Lingsheng, had already arrived, but he was sitting in the first row and did not speak on stage.All the questions are only handled by the vice president. When the reporter asks gossip about private life, the vice president doesn't know anything.

The second company under Xian Lu's lens is the real estate division of Yucheng Group. The person who attended the press conference was Nianzhen, the eldest son of Nianyucheng. The reporter's interest, the interview came to an end on time after 10 minutes.

I don't know how many male bosses were photographed. The cameramen and reporters present were a little visually tired, so when the Song Group was interviewed, there was a lot of commotion in the audience.

Everyone is excited about the upcoming interview with the beauty. It is said that the daughter of the Song family is the busiest lady in Tangjia City. She attends various banquets, tea parties and fashion salons every day, and is also in charge of the company's branch management decisions.

Of course, these points alone could not satisfy their desire for gossip. Another reason why the seats were packed today was related to the Jiang Group—the Jiang and Song families had frequent exchanges recently, and they already had the intention of getting engaged.

Xian Lu raised the camera and fixed the focus on the speaking table on the stage. After he repeatedly adjusted the aperture, the company logos of Jiang and Song suddenly appeared on the large LED screen at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, all the reporters in the back row stood up, holding their cameras high, and some even had to step on stools to see the situation in front of them clearly because of their height. Every corner of the venue was illuminated white and faded.

"It's Jiang's president, and Song's daughter!"

"Quick, where's my wide-angle lens? Get me a clearer one!"

Xian Lu held the camera, frowned and looked at the pair on the screen: Song Yingqing was dressed up, wearing a white dress, and Jiang Zhiye, who was wearing a black suit, appeared in front of everyone, with a happy smile on her face , while she was waving her left hand towards the camera, a shining delicate diamond ring appeared on her finger.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, everyone would have thought it was Song Yingqing and Jiang Zhiye's engagement banquet.Compared with the restless reporters in the back row, the company presidents in the first three rows are obviously much calmer. The marriage between Jiang and Song is a certainty, and they have realized this many years ago.

Xian Lu's fingers tightly clenched the lens ring, his back teeth were slowly grinding, and he walked forward involuntarily.

"Boss, boss, don't go, calm down!" Seeing this, the assistant beside him hurriedly stopped him.

Someone couldn't hold back and shouted: "Miss Song, can you explain to us the origin of the ring on your hand?"

Song Yingqing's gaze moved towards the questioner, and she immediately smiled to greet him. She turned her head and looked at the man behind her: "I believe everyone has already seen that Zhiye and I are about to get engaged, and this 'Love is like a first meeting' is proof."

"Ai Ruo Chuu, is it the one that was bought at David's Auction House in the UK? It is said to be worth eight figures."

"Miss Song, is this Ai Ruo Chuu seeing you and Mr. Jiang's engagement token?"

Song Yingqing said with a smile: "How could it be? The Jiang family is one of the most wealthy families, Zhiye won't be so stingy, just give away one?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Jiang Zhiye. They were photographed by the camera like lovers whose eyes were intertwined. Jiang Zhiye glanced at her inexplicably, and said in a deep voice, "...Of course."

The audience was in an uproar and let out a long exclamation.

"So, Miss reporter, it's better for you to understand this Airuo first meeting as a token of love. I still have many rings to collect later." Song Yingqing's beautiful eyes raised slightly, full of pride.

Xian Lu in the audience watched the two being interviewed. Someone asked Jiang Zhiye if he would focus on his family after marriage and go home on time every day. , Song Yingqing replied that she didn't mind, as long as two people made changes for each other, it was proof that they cared about each other.

There were many similar questions in the back. The more Xian Lu listened to it, the more angry he became. He walked from the back row to the front row step by step, without taking pictures or asking questions. expose.

This man, how dare he... didn't mention Xie Wen during the whole process, and answered the questions calmly, with a calm expression, no guilt, hesitation, pain and struggle on his stern face, only a smile.

In Song Yingqing's interview, Xie Wen could be easily replaced by just using the words "Yingying Yanyan". Why?

As if feeling the excessively hot gaze, Jiang Zhiye looked in Xian Lu's direction, their eyes met and then staggered, without any ups and downs.

Jiang Zhiye looked at him without the panic of being bumped into. He didn't seem to care about Xian Lu's discovery at all, and continued to look away without much hesitation, and answered other people's questions.

Xian Lu was already furious. If it wasn't for the installation of a signal jammer at the venue and the closing of all the doors, he really wanted to rush to Xie Wen right now and tell them to break up.

Let Xie Wen see how a jerk the person he likes is, and while lying low in front of him, he is planning a future that has nothing to do with him behind his back.

Xian Lu didn't listen to the questions that followed, and everyone here was restricted from moving. After the press conference, Song Yingqing proposed a luncheon organized by the Song family and invited all media professionals and industry friends present.

The address was set upstairs, and everyone was impressed by Song Yingqing's thoughtfulness. They talked and laughed together and took the elevator upstairs, congratulating Jiang Zhiye and Song Yingqing on their wedding.

Xian Lu took two mouthfuls, but didn't put anything into his mouth. His eyes turned to another table from time to time—Jiang Zhiye and Song Yingqing were sitting together to socialize. Apart from the familiar CEOs, there were also people eating slowly at that table. Man in black hat.

The man didn't even take off his hat when he was eating, he noticed Xian Lu, smiled at him from a distance, showing two rows of clean white teeth, and then made a gesture of eating.

Xian Lu was not in the mood to play charades with him, took out his mobile phone and looked at the sign of zero signal, threw away his chopsticks, and drank cups of cold tea.

They regained their freedom after the banquet was over and they were repeatedly told by the press conference organizer not to leak the news before the news release.

When he walked out of the business building, it was snowing, Xian Lu's assistant took the elevator to the parking lot to drive, while he rushed out to chase Jiang Zhiye in the face of the snowflakes.

The afternoon sun turned into countless thin threads to hold the ground, and the snowflakes fell on it and turned into water droplets, slowly wetting the asphalt road into smoky gray.

In front of the outside world, Jiang Zhiye and Song Yingqing have been going in and out of various occasions as a pair, even when they go home.

The lights on the front of the car blinked twice like eyes. Before Song Yingqing reached the co-pilot's seat, Jiang Zhiye was already standing beside the car and opened the back seat door for her.

"Sit here."

His voice was soft, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Song Yingqing paused without speaking, and readjusted to the back seat at the invitation of the man.

"Jiang Zhiye, stop for me!"

Not far away, Xian Lu raised his voice and was walking here. He raised his chin, looking like a debt collector. The collarbone and skin above the V-neck were exposed to the cold air and soaked in snow.

Someone pulled his wrist suddenly, and a voice behind him said: "Hey, isn't it a bit immoral to disturb the young couple?"

Xian Lu looked over viciously, and broke away from the man in the black hat who appeared out of nowhere.

"It's you again," he replied impatiently, "Can you stop meddling in your own business!"

The young man in black hat obviously didn't expect Xian Lu to be so angry, he froze for a moment, his hands loosened slightly, the man had already thrown him off and walked in front of Jiang Zhiye.

"Just right," Jiang Zhiye gently closed the door of the back seat, "I also have something to tell you."

"Break up," Xian Lu said decisively, "You and Xie Wen broke up."

"This is between the two of us, it's not up to you to take care of it." Jiang Zhiye sneered, with a hint of contempt in Taohua's eyes.

Crushed snow fell on his shoulders, and his eyelashes were also covered. The cold and damp air lingered between the two of them, and his exhaled breath was filled with mist.

"Your younger brother Xian Ye is still in his senior year at the University of Political Science and Law, isn't he?"

"The studio has 48 contracted employees, and signed a one-year short-term contract with Qingluo Culture, mainly serving the men's group TheEternal. At the same time, you also have [-] fashion magazines on appointment."

Like a few treasures, Jiang Zhiye finished all the recent developments about Xian Lu in a leisurely manner, not even missing anyone he has been dating recently.

There was a car rolling on the icy road on the street, making a sharp skidding sound, and then all the cars behind followed by slamming brakes, honking horns, yelling and complaining, mixed with the red street lights shining in the snow. Silhouettes, making funny and spooky drawings on the backs of men.

"What do you want to say?" This question came out with his lips moving somehow, Xian Lu's senses were out of balance, looking at him like this, it was like looking at some monster.

"If you want to try to lose everything, go and tell Xie Wen what happened today." Jiang Zhiye smiled maliciously.

What a naked/naked/naked threat.

The extremely cold temperature in the snow made Xian Lu's mouth sour, and the roots of his teeth smelled of rust. He took a few steps back, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, the president of the Jiang Group is really calculating."

He not only calculated Xie Wen, but also calculated the friends around him clearly.

I'm afraid all the tenderness and consideration towards Xie Wen in the past were all calculations, right?At this moment, Xian Lu really felt Jiang Zhiye's arrogance.

what is this?Xie Wen never concealed anything from him, but the man in front of him did so many things behind Xie Wen's back.Just when Xie Wen was planning to take Jiang Zhiye home to meet his parents, Jiang Zhiye was secretly preparing to marry the daughter of the Song family.

A businessman who uses the tricks of dealing with enemies in the mall to plot against his bedside person, you can't decide whether to feel pitiful or hateful for this person.

Jiang Zhiye wants to achieve both, but where in the world is there such a good thing?

Xian Lv left, his back revealing his distraught. He was not only disappointed with Jiang Zhiye, but also disappointed with himself who was powerless.

Jiang Zhiye kept watching him get into the car, and in the snowstorm, someone took off his black peaked cap and came up to joke: "He looks so angry, brother, is this Xie Wen?"

"..."

The man didn't answer the man in the black hat, his jaw was tensed and showed a cold arc, he went around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat, started the accelerator and left the commercial building.

Inside the car, Song Yingqing looked at the snowy scenery outside the window, and asked slowly: "How is it, Zhiye, do you regret it?"

In the rearview mirror, the man ignored her and didn't even frown.

"It's too late to regret it now. Will this marriage end?"

Jiang Zhiye pursed his thin lips slightly, and only uttered one word.

"Knot."

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Thanks to the boss of Jiali for the nutrient solution irrigated~