Encountering a traffic jam on the road, Shen Jianian arrived at the airport nearly twenty minutes late.
She hurried to the exit of Terminal 3 and searched among the people passing by. After waiting for a few minutes, Fu Jichen was nowhere to be seen, so she had no choice but to send him a message to ask where he was.
The flight was not delayed and should have arrived twenty minutes ago under normal circumstances. Maybe Fu Jichen didn't see her when he came out and left early.
After a while, Fu Jichen replied with three words: "Parking lot."
Shen Jianian held the tote bag at his side with one hand and hurried back against the flow of people. He found the parking lot and saw a familiar car with double flashes.
Panting, she trotted over, and the rear window rolled down, revealing the man's angular face. When he didn't make any expression, he looked cold and arrogant, and kept away from strangers.
Fu Jichen's eyes were half closed and he didn't look at her. He stared at the warm white jade handpiece in his palm: "It's really interesting. I have to wait for you for half an hour to pick you up at the airport."
Less than half an hour, right? Shen Jia Nian subconsciously replied in his heart.
But it's not important. Shen Jianian explained for himself: "There was a traffic jam on the road. The driver took me a detour, so I was late. Sorry, I will pay attention next time."
Fu Jichen glanced lazily, glanced at her briefly, and raised his thin lips slightly: "Get in the car."
Shen Jia Nian breathed, walked around to the other side, opened the car door and sat next to him.
Song Fang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, formally met Shen Jianian for the first time. Out of curiosity about her, he looked at her a few more times in the rearview mirror.
Is this Mr. Chen’s new special assistant?
She is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that is unforgettable at first sight, but she is a bit slow.
The car window slowly rose to block out the cold air outside. Qu Mo started the car and drove out of the parking lot. The light brightened, illuminating Fu Jichen's lazy face.
He moved his body and adjusted to a comfortable position. He was very sleepy and couldn't sleep in the car. He was a little irritable. He took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket and threw them into Shen Jianian's arms.
Shen Jia Nian held two things with a confused look on his face. After a while, he said in a serious tone: "I don't smoke."
Fu Jichen didn't expect her to say this after being stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's not so short-sighted." He coughed lowly and told her clearly, "Give me some."
Shen Jia Nian understood. The temperature of his cheeks suddenly increased. He felt very embarrassed. He lowered his head to hide his expression. He opened the cigarette case and took out a cigarette and handed it to the man next to him.
Fu Jichen remained silent and did not reach out to pick it up.
Shen Jianian raised her eyes to look at his face. After more than ten hours of long-distance flight, his appearance was as clear as before. At most, his hair on his forehead was messed up, and his face looked a little tired.
Fu Jichen met her gaze and smiled meaningfully: "Have you never lit a cigarette for anyone?"
"No." Shen Jianian answered honestly.
Fu Jichen was impressed by her, his eyes fixed on hers, he held her wrist with one hand, pulled her towards him, lowered his head to hold the cigarette on her fingertips, and said in a soft and vague voice: "Can you do it now? "
Doesn't this person have long hands? Shen Jia Nian was dissatisfied and cursed.
Fu Jichen looked at her leisurely, his hot and direct eyes making her scalp numb. She slid open the metal cover of the lighter with trembling hands, and a cluster of light blue flames shot up, and she went to light his cigarette.
Fu Jichen squinted his eyes and took a sip. The sparks flickered. He let go of her hand, and the smoke dispersed around his lips.
Shen Jianian sat back and returned the cigarette case and lighter to him. He didn't take them, but just gave them a look. She had not worked with him for long and had no understanding of his habits, so naturally she could not understand the meaning of his eyes.
After thinking about it, Shen Jianian took back his hand and put the cigarette case and lighter into his bag. He felt very aggrieved. He couldn't say a few more words. Is it interesting to rely on others to guess?
Shen Jia Nian turned to look out the window angrily, and suddenly thought of Zhu Yilan.
Is this how Zhu Yilan usually serves him? If so, she began to sympathize a little with Zhu Yilan, who encountered such a difficult boss.
There was a section of ash on the front of the cigarette. Fu Jichen took the cigarette from his lips and blew out a smoke ring: "Ashtray."
Hearing the man's slightly hoarse voice coming from the side, Shen Jia Nian turned around and looked around but couldn't find him. In the past, her father and her friends did not smoke, and they never kept such things in the car. She was a little confused for a while.
Fu Jichen looked at her fussing around and found it funny, so he laughed: "In the armrest box."
Shen Jianian lowered his eyes and took out the ashtray from the groove of the armrest box. It has a matte black texture, looks like a thermos cup, and has a lid. No wonder she can't find it. From the appearance, it looks like a cup with an inner liner.
Fu Jichen held the cigarette between his slender fingers and placed it on the ashtray. He tapped the cigarette butt twice with his index finger and a piece of ash fell into it.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
Judging from her expression, she seemed to have a lot of words hidden in her stomach. He was afraid that she would hold it back, so he might as well say it out.
The car was quiet. Shen Jianian raised his eyelids and said, "Is this how Secretary Zhu usually serves you?"
Fu Jichen glanced at her with confusion, "What does this have to do with Zhu Yilan?"
Shen Jia Nian felt that she shouldn't mention this to him more than necessary, and didn't want to continue the discussion, so she said lightly: "I'm just curious, it's nothing."
Fu Jichen looked at her for a while, thinking about the cause and effect, and came to a conclusion: "Do you think I would ask Zhu Yilan to do this when I usually take her out to socialize?" He pondered for two seconds, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you jealous?"
Shen Jia Nian looked surprised and blurted out: "I'm sick."
Will she be jealous because of this? She clearly couldn't stand his condescending attitude, fighting for herself and others. How did he understand?
Song Fang, who was sitting in front, almost dropped his jaw when he heard Shen Jianian say "I'm sick."
He had never seen Fu Jichen getting along with this new assistant in private, so he never imagined that it would be like this. Is this really an assistant? He saw the interaction between the two as more like a couple.
Looking at Qu Mo again, his expression was as usual, as if he was not surprised. However, this person usually doesn't have many expressions.
*
When the car drove into Rose Manor, the sun was setting low and was replaced by darkness. The European-style streetlights along the road lit up one after another, stretching into long lines and crisscrossing the manor.
Zhou Rongzhen, who heard the noise, came to open the door.
Fu Jichen and Shen Jia Nian walked into the room. A maid walked up quickly, took the coat from Fu Jichen and hung it on the hanger.
"Dinner is ready." Zhou Rongzhen smiled, looked at Fu Jichen and said, "Sir, do you want to rest for a while before eating, or should we start dinner now?"
Fu Jichen turned around and glanced at Shen Jianian, raised his chin, and said to her, "I'll go upstairs and take a shower. You eat first." As he spoke, he stepped into the elevator.
Zhou Rongzhen was stunned for a moment, then turned to the kitchen to bring the dishes to the table.
Shen Jianian still had some unfinished work and didn't want to delay it for too long. He sat down at the dining table, took out the computer from his bag, put it in a free space and started working.
"Still busy?" Zhou Rongzhen asked with a smile as she served a dish of chicken soup.
Shen Jianian raised his head and pursed his lips at her with a smile: "It will be done soon."
Fu Jichen spent ten minutes taking a quick shower, and went downstairs with half-wet hair. He looked up and saw Shen Jianian immersed in busy work. He walked behind her and looked at the computer screen: "So busy?"
Shen Jianian was so focused that she didn't notice when he was approaching. She was so frightened that she shrugged her shoulders and ignored him.
Zhou Rongzhen came over to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Sir, someone from the Qin family came to visit this afternoon and sent an invitation."
"Which Qin family?" Fu Jichen pulled out a chair and sat down on the opposite side, first filling a bowl of soup.
"I don't know about that, I'll show it to you."
Zhou Rongzhen went to the living room and picked up a red invitation from the coffee table. It had the word "囍" hollowed out on it and a gilded rose pattern on the edge. It should be a wedding invitation.
Fu Jichen took a sip of soup, opened the wedding invitation with his fingers, casually glanced at the text inside, raised his eyebrows slightly, and handed it to the opposite side: "Put the work aside for now, and do it after you finish eating. You can take the wedding invitation, and I will accompany you if you want to go." "
Shen Jianian looked up from behind the computer with a face full of confusion. Why did she want to go to the wedding of someone she didn't even know? She was full and full.
Fu Jichen didn't explain, but slowly finished half a bowl of soup.
With a trace of doubt, Shen Jianian opened the wedding invitation, and it was clearly printed in black font: The groom Qin Fan and the bride Yin Shuyao will hold a wedding ceremony on November 24th, and prepare for the wedding banquet.
