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Jiang Ruo was certain that it was impossible for Xi Yufeng to remain unresponsive to such provocations.

But he didn't think about retreating.Therefore, when he retreated, he found that he couldn't move, and his waist was bound by an arm from behind. Jiang Ruo panicked for a moment.

The hands on the shoulders were changed to push and refuse, a subconscious action, in the eyes of Xi Yufeng, there was a sense of wanting to welcome or reject.

He reminded Jiang Ruo: "Stand firm, don't fall again."

Then he let go of his arms, and Ren Jiangruo took two steps back.

When the distance was widened, Jiang Ruo suddenly woke up, annoyed by the gaffe just now, and immediately wanted to pull back: "That's filming, Mr. Xi can't even tell the difference between acting and reality, right?"

Xi Yufeng didn't answer, just looked at him quietly, his deep pupils were calm.

As if the provocative words just now did not come from him, once he let go of his hand, he would break away from the persona of the libertine and return to the ultimate indifference.

Without words, explain how to distinguish between acting and reality.

The familiar heart felt cold, and Jiang Ruo couldn't help but smile.

She still twitched the corner of her mouth, intending to make amends, but it seemed more like she couldn't afford it.

He can sarcasm openly and secretly [-] times without repeating the same thing, but the other party doesn't pay attention to it, and there is no joy to speak of quickly.

Before setting off, Xi Yufeng took out a cigarette from his pocket, turned the grinding wheel and lit it.

As soon as it was in his mouth, it was snatched away by Jiang Ruohengkong and stuffed into his own mouth.

"Thank you Mr. Xi for your hospitality these two days." This time it was a real farewell, but Jiang Ruo let it go, "I am very satisfied, come again next time."

As he spoke, he turned his back and walked forward, his pace was faster than when he came.

Jiang Ruo didn't know how to smoke, so he took a deep breath, and the strong smell of tobacco invaded his lungs. He was choked, followed by a violent cough, and tears were about to come out.

What smells so attractive from a distance turns out to be so annoying in my mouth.

So Xi Yufeng, who had already sat in the car, accidentally glanced out of the window when the car turned around, and saw the scene of Jiang Ruojiang who had burned less than a third of the cigarettes and threw them into the trash can.

The dancing flames were instantly extinguished, and the thin figure sank into the darkness, disappearing in an instant.

In the following week, Xi Yufeng tossed and turned around various conference tables, with piles of documents piled up in his hands, almost never idle for a moment.

During this period, Xi Chengli came to the company twice, once to wipe Xi Wangchen's ass, to solve the mess left by the previous failed cooperation, and to find Xi Yufeng, and to continue to wipe Xi Wangchen's ass by the way.

At work, Xi and Feng have never mixed personal feelings. The father and son have the same goal, so the conversation is very harmonious.

In the end, Xi Chengli changed the subject, even a little cautiously: "If you don't have a social meeting tonight, go home for dinner."

Jiazhi's Nanshan main house, since the last time they broke up unhappy, Xi Yufeng hasn't been back for more than a month.

Still not planning to go back today, Xi Yufeng said: "I'm going to Meng's house tonight, Aunt Meng has just been discharged from the hospital."

Meng Chao's mother was hospitalized for five days and recovered well, so Meng Chao asked Xi Yufeng to have dinner together, saying that the elders in the family would like to thank the acquaintances he had found in the hospital for their help.

Hearing that Xi Yufeng was going to Meng's house, Xi Chengli nodded and said, "Then go, we can come back another day."

At least it is confirmed that Xi and Feng still have contacts with the Meng family, so there is no need to worry about the relationship between the two families.

After finishing a day's work, taking the elevator downstairs, Xi Yufeng met Xi Wangchen in the underground parking lot.

Obviously waiting here specially, Xi Wangchen quickly walked to Xi Yufeng's side, and walked with him: "Brother, you are really a good person."

Xi Yufeng glanced at him.

"Dad didn't scold me today, so I knew it, brother, you must not have spoken ill of me in front of him." Xi Wangchen said with a playful smile.

Xi Yufeng asked, "Why should I speak ill of you?"

"Just hold me back, Dad, who has been a leader all his life, it's hard not to find someone to scold him every day." Speaking of this, Xi Wangchen's face collapsed, "You don't know that these days when you are not at home, How badly I was scolded."

Xi Yufeng really didn't know, and didn't want to know.His little brother didn't know what to say, and he was always a bit of a joke and a bit of calculation, but due to his insufficient IQ, the methods he used were really not very clever, Xi Yufeng didn't take him seriously at all.

"Really?" He perfunctory, "Then you might as well work hard and make achievements to shut him up."

"Hey, it's easy to say, if I have half the ability of your brother, I won't be able to..." Xi Wangchen began to wink as he spoke, and said clearly, "The project with Rongsheng, why don't you come back and help me? We will split the profit in half."

He almost had the word "temptation" written on his face.

Xi Yufeng thought about it cooperatively, and said, "You asked me to think about it. I shouldn't have done this at first, but money is tight recently, and it's a fortune to make a fortune."

When I went to Meng's house, I deleted the conversation and told it to Meng Chao. Meng Chao laughed and slapped his thigh: "Your lie is outrageous. Who doesn't know that you, Xiao Xi, always hold 20.00% of the original shares, and your mother left you I'm afraid there are more than [-]% of the orders? Why are you short of money?"

"Who doesn't know that I hired someone recently?" Xi Yufeng said.

Meng Chao, who is very experienced in this matter, immediately understood: "Yes, raising people costs a lot of money, especially when raising people together."

For no reason, the figure from the back that sank into the night appeared in front of his eyes, as well as the man's "ignorance of flattery" repeated questioning, Xi Yufeng touched the body of the cigarette lightly with his index finger, and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

Then he laughed for no reason.

The conversation between the dudes was naturally not brought to the dinner table.

The Meng family favored literature in their early years, and several generations of ancestors were scholars. Counting the offshoots who were university professors, you can count several.

Xu Shi accumulated blessings by teaching and educating people, and later went on to do business smoothly.Therefore, even though the Meng family abandoned literature and went into business, they retained some literati elegance. Ancient calligraphy and paintings can be seen everywhere in the house, and the collection of books and classics in the house is so large that it needs to set up a room for storage.

Mother Meng was discharged from the hospital yesterday, but today she looks pretty good. During the dinner, she laughed and talked, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Speaking of Xi Yufeng always going here when he was a child, Meng's mother smiled and said: "My family doesn't like to read those books in our family, but Xiaofeng has read them all over."

Meng Chao interjected at the right time: "Speaking of which, I still want to ask, why did you always run to my house at that time?"

Xi Yufeng replied: "This place is clean."

"No wonder you always put on a face when I asked you to play, and you couldn't speak well, you just told me to shut up."

"You were even louder back then than you are now."

"Okay, you, now you turn your face and deny people?"

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It was a common meal, and everyone tacitly did not mention the memories related to that accident.

There was only a small episode when the banquet was about to end, and Meng Lan came back.

As the only daughter of the Meng family, Meng Lan has inherited the advantages of her parents except for her appearance, other things can be said to be very different from the Meng family.

Entering the house, Meng Lan kicked off her stiletto heels first, ran to the dining table and hugged her mother to act coquettishly, looked up and glanced across the table, fixed on Xi Yufeng, and then raised her eyebrows: "So you are also here?" ah."

Sitting for a while after dinner, after playing a game of chess with Meng's father, Xi Yufeng went up to the top floor of the villa, and pushed open the balcony door familiarly.

Unexpectedly, there was a person standing on the other side of the railing, and the treasure land had been preemptively occupied.

Holding the doorknob, Xi Yufeng was about to retreat when Meng Lan said, "Come on, it's strangely deserted here."

Xi Yufeng stepped forward and stood at the other end of the railing.

Turning her head to glance at the distance between the two, Meng Lan burst into a smile: "I was wrong, it's even more deserted when you come."

Meng Lan had just taken a shower, and she changed her overly ostentatious short skirt into soft and comfortable home clothes, and her long hair was also let down, revealing a rare tranquility and serenity.

She asked, "Where's my brother?"

"Go out to play."

"With the boy you just dated?"

"do not know."

"Why aren't you with him?"

"Not interested in."

Meng Lan sighed: "It's really hard to chat with you."

Xi Yufeng turned his eyes to look over, and saw Meng Lan pointing at him up and down and making gestures: "Look, there's no trace of popularity all over his body."

He knew that the "popularity" in Meng Lan's mouth was not popularity in the popular sense, but the literal meaning - composed of breath, temperature, and heartbeat, human breath.

Meng Lan was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she explained: "It's cold, rigid and boring, no wonder no one dares to chase you when you grow up like this."

Xi Yufeng didn't react much to this, and the people around him had more or less conveyed similar messages to him, at best it was a sense of distance, at worst it was cold-blooded and ruthless.

I've gotten used to it a long time ago, even getting tired of hearing it.

Meng Lan over there finished her review, retracted her arms and leaned on the railing, resting her chin and looking into the distance.

"But it's good that you are like this. You don't care about anything. Even if your original life is suddenly turned upside down, you won't panic, let alone feel sad."

The silence continued for a moment, and Xi Yufeng said, "There is no need to go back to what has happened."

"Then should I look to the future? For example, imagine my married life with you?"

"If you don't want to, I can withdraw from this marriage."

"and then?"

"You can marry Xi Wangchen."

Anyway, it is a marriage of interest, and the individual freedom after marriage does not interfere with each other. As long as this relationship is on the surface, the two surnames are firmly bound together.

This should be a tacit matter between the family, and as a bond of interest, the two should be more aware of it.

But for some reason, Meng Lan's expression changed suddenly, her teeth were clenched and then loosened, and she felt an indescribable helplessness when she spoke again: "You are so different from Aunt Qiao."

Xi Yufeng's complexion sank visibly.

Aunt Qiao was referring to his biological mother, Qiao Jiayue.

Meng Lan propped herself up on the armrest, and when she faced the other side, all the little desire to talk that she had accumulated just now evaporated.

She looked at Xi Yufeng, her eyes trembling slightly: "Does it mean that even if someone shows affection to you and says they like you, you just think that they have other plans for you?"

Frowning, Xi Yufeng was about to ask her why she was crazy when the phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly.

Meng Chao called, and as soon as he got through, he said in a teasing tone: "I asked you to come with me, but you just don't want to."

Xi Yufeng didn't have time to go around in circles with him: "What's the matter?"

"Your little actor is here too, with a large table of people... Hey, he was drunk, what happened, do you want me to help you—"

Xi Yufeng hung up the phone.

Meng Chao on the other end looked confused, and quickly sent a message to confirm.

Fortunately, I sent it out and was not blocked.

After a while, I couldn't help being curious: Are you really going to come and see?

After 5 minutes, I received a reply: On the way.

Meng Chao looked at these two words, smiled and shook his head, thinking that I knew it.

I knew that this little actor was unusual, and he made this ten-thousand-year iceberg talk about taking advantage of each other, but he never got tired of doing business at a loss, and he didn't mind dropping the price himself.

Looking up at the intertwined cups of wine over there, Meng Chao watched the excitement and thought about it, whoever said that Xiao Xi is always cold-blooded and heartless, I will be the first to jump out and object.

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