Xiao lowered his head and replied indifferently: "It's Wenwen, it suddenly appeared and suddenly left." As he said that, he turned his head and saw the man behind him, his back was shaking, and his big eyes were rounded: "Old, boss, why are you here!"

"You just said Wenwen is here?" Ye Fanli put his trouser bag in one hand, his thick eyebrows were thick and thick, and he could feel his stomach fluctuation. He pressed his temper and said in a deep voice: "Have she said anything? Also, where did she go?"

"Boss, why do you suddenly care about Wenwen so much? Do you really think what Lin Jingxuan said, you and Wenwen have had jq, she is the mysterious girlfriend who made you very abnormal for a while?" Apart from expressing her surprise, Xiao forgot everything and did not answer Ye Fanli's words.

Ye Fanli picked up his collar and his voice was completely gone: "Are you planning to write me another game plan?"

The little shook his head violently and began to answer Ye Fanli's question seriously: "She didn't say anything, just stood in the corner, just walked towards the south, probably going home."[

In the corner? Ye Fanli lowered his eyes, and suddenly, his eyes stagnated!

Did she hear it all?

Ye Fanli did not say a word to the novel, turned around and entered the office, picked up the car keys on the desk, and rushed down the building without any hesitation.

His car drove very quickly, but once the road to the imperial capital was blocked, the saints would grit their teeth.

After almost an hour, Ye Fanli left the apartment he had rented before.

There was no one in the apartment, but it was cleaned very well. There was a bouquet of flowers on the dining table, which was still fresh, and there were fruits, which were very different from when he lived alone.

There was no longer the desertedness before, and the faint fragrance of milk was everywhere.

Ye Fanli looked at the large amount of half-made dishes in the kitchen, and then looked at the text messages he sent.

He thought she must be waiting for him to come back, and even prepared a very hearty dinner.

But he messed up everything.

Ye Fanli sat down on the sofa, his bangs blocked his eyes, and gradually a chill appeared.

How much did she hear?

Have you heard the bitter plan?

Or, I heard it all...

A feeling of boredom arose in my heart.

The feeling of boredom was blocked in the chest.

Ye Fanli took out his lighter and wanted to light a cigarette.

But the lighter seemed to be against him, and he couldn't hit him no matter how hard he hit him.

Ye Fanli lowered his eyes coldly and waved his hand to throw it away.[

With a click, the lighter fell to the ground.

Split.

/

Ye Fanli stood up and took out a bottle of whiskey from the burgundy wine cabinet next to him.

This wine-red wine cabinet was originally a decoration, but later it became a place where he hid wine.

After Ye Fanli got the whiskey, he did not go to get the glass.

Instead, he unscrewed the cap and drank it directly with the bottle.

The crystal clear liquid slid down the corner of his mouth, and as his Adam's apple rolled, it was a faint wildness.

Even if he looks so embarrassed, he is extremely elegant, just like those superstars who often stand under neon lights. Every move of his actions is the nobleness emitted from his bones.

He sat on the sofa, looking at the lamp above his head halfway up. The sun outside gradually set. I don’t know which bottle he had drunk. Ye Fanli slowly closed a pair of beautiful eyes that looked like black.

The phone in my hand rang.

"Nightclub, you have a commercial dance tonight." It was the voice of Assistant Chen.

Ye Fanli's voice was cold: "I won't go."

"Hey?" Assistant Chen almost suspected that something had happened to his ears. The person who always regarded work as the first priority could not say so bluntly? This is not in line with the president's introverted and cold personality.

Ye Fanli continued with an expression on his face: "All work today has been lost, and that's it, I'm dead."

"Hey? Hey? Hey?" Chen, who is known as the gold medal special assistant, started to have a headache: "Wait a minute, nightclub, if you don't go, I..." Can you go home early to rest? Before he finished speaking, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up and could only hear beeping sounds.

There is no way, Assistant Chen can only go, because this commercial dance is very important. After he goes, he can explain to the organizer why the president cannot go...

On the other hand, Jiang Liwen, who had taken the extra shot, also attended the commercial dance.

She didn't want to go at first because she was thinking about something and wanted to talk to Ye Fanli.

Unexpectedly, Vivian said that if she didn't go, she would definitely be drunk by those investors again.

So Jiang Liwen had to go for her sisters.

As soon as she got there, she saw Assistant Chen, stepped forward and greeted her, and glanced around and said, "Why didn't Ye Fanli come?"

"It seems like the nightclub is in a bad mood." Chen Tezhuo held the wine glass and smiled while whispering to her.[

Jiang Liwennai curled her lips. She should be in a bad mood?

That guy tried all his tricks on her.

It would be fine if I bet that time, but I had a bitter plan this time.

Now we don’t even come to participate in commercial dances.

but……

"Why is he in a bad mood?" Jiang Liwen took a sip of red wine, her eyes exposed.

Assistant Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he touched his chin and looked at Jiang Liwen: "Speaking of this, the president always feels bad, it seems to be related to you, Wenwen."

"?" Jiang Liwen raised her eyebrows.

Chen Tezhu recalled what he saw recently, and the more he thought about it, the more he was, the more he was. For the sake of his working environment in the next few days, he said tentatively: "Wenwen, have you quarreled with a nightclub?"

"No." Jiang Liwen put down the wine glass in her hand.

Assistant Chen frowned: "That's strange. Except for the president's angry thing about your affairs, he should not be angry."

Jiang Liwen listened quietly to the whisper of Assistant Chen, a little dazed.

Over the years, what she was depressed was her father's betrayal.

She was not an easy person to hold grudges at first, but she hated her for too long, and the remaining shadows made her completely let go of her method.

Ask yourself, what exactly does she hate?

Is it the father?

No, what she hated was actually the pain of being abandoned.

After being let go and abandoned by her father, the woman simply used her beauty to destroy the family she was proud of.

She didn't believe in any man from the bottom of her heart.

At that time, she felt that all men in the world would betray their wife for a beautiful woman.

So, she was always afraid that Ye Fanli would be such a man.

But now she won't.

Although I still care about his calculations for her.

But I don't know who said it.

When you love someone deep down, you will not only treat her wholeheartedly.

He will try his best to keep you.

You know, it is not tiring to pamper someone.

It is tiring to calculate a talent.

Just like Tang Hui and Ranran.

The two people were also cunning like foxes, digging holes everywhere just to let the other confused one jump into their own pit.

When it comes to planning, Tang Hui and him should be comparable.

Since Ranran didn't care, why should she care about his methods?

The most important thing is that when she was in Aden, she already knew that the man was really good to her, and that was enough.

Jiang Liwen seemed to have figured out something and said to Assistant Chen: "Assistant Chen, I want to go back first."

"Uh..." Assistant Chen wanted to say something, but Jiang Liwen had already put down the plate in her hand and walked towards the exit of the hotel.

She took a taxi to the apartment.

I flipped through the bag and found that I didn't bring my key.

After knocking on the door for a while, the person responded, but there was a light on his mouth.

Jiang Liwen stood at the door and waited, ringing the doorbell from time to time, and the interval became shorter and shorter.

After maybe a minute, the faint sound of footsteps came through the crack of the door.

The door was not open, and the machine was exposed, with a dull and dull voice: "I said everything, cancel all the work."
To be continued...