Ren Zixian was always nostalgic. She habitually touched her wrist, but she didn't touch the original red beads. Only the cold jade bracelet hung on her wrist.
By the way, she took off the string of agate stones.
Some memories have been blurred, and Ren Zixian has gradually forgotten some details.
For so long, she had almost forgotten what she was chasing. Maybe it was the truth, or maybe it was just her own obsession.
On a snowy night, people around him were walking around in a hurry. Some kind-hearted little girls held up umbrellas for Ren Zixian and asked her if she needed help.
Ren Zixian shook his head and walked forward without answering. The little girl could only watch her leave.
…
The lights in Lin's Building were as bright as day. Lin Qingsong had been in meetings all day and had just slept in the lounge for half an hour before dinner. He was still in good spirits.
So he didn't immediately fall out when he saw Jian Fangshu appearing in his conference room again.
Jian Congwei seemed to think that he and Jian Fangshu just lacked an opportunity to resolve their misunderstanding, so he asked Jian Fangshu to run to Lin's house three times a day.
"I think our discussion has been very clear," Lin Qingsong didn't want to make the situation embarrassing, "If Jane wants to win a big share of the project, she must show enough strength, otherwise how can she convince the public? Literature Competition It’s not that I wish the family to sponsor the supply, there are so many old-timers who make antiques, what advantage does Jane’s have?”
Lin Qingsong has had this attitude for so many days. From the perspective of the company's interests, he has no problem.
Jian Fangshu did show an attitude of asking for advice humbly, and the plans he had put forward in the past few days had indeed made great progress, but the most fundamental issue of interest division had not been reached.
To put it bluntly, the Zhu family can undertake this official cooperation alone without any other partners, let alone with a company like Jian Congwei who is comparable to an outsider.
Jian Fangshu's face turned ugly when he heard what he said. She had stayed up several nights for this plan. Her nerves were completely tense, and even makeup could not cover the dark circles under her eyes.
Jian Congwei was still urging her, barely giving her time to breathe.
Lin Qingsong naturally saw her state clearly and knew that she had tried her best.
He sighed: "Jian Fangshu, if you can't win this project, it's better to focus on the company. Haste makes waste. Jian Congwei always wants to take shortcuts, which won't work."
Jian Fangshu looked at him, wondering how much he had heard.
"Send Miss Jian back," Lin Qingsong ordered Wang Qi, and then said to Jian Fangshu, "You go back and have a good rest first. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it next time."
Jian Fangshu stood still. Wang Qi had no choice but to look at Lin Qingsong for help.
Lin Qingsong had blue veins on his forehead. He pulled his tie apart and sighed helplessly again: "I'll send her out. You go and do your work first."
Wang Qi hurriedly called Jian Fangshu's driver to wait below, and then went out to press the elevator button for the two of them.
There were only Lin Qingsong and Jian Fangshu in the office. Lin Qingsong handed the plan to Jian Fangshu: "I already have a girlfriend."
Jian Fangshu raised his eyes and looked at him.
Lin Qingsong said: "She is doing scientific research and accepts death. I don't want her to misunderstand anything. Even if she wants to cooperate with Jane's in the future, I won't be the one to deal with you. Don't come up rashly like this in the future. The front desk won't I dare to stop you."
Lin Qingsong tried to talk to Jian Fangshu as gently as possible. The upper class circle was very small, and he could not guarantee that he would never have anything to do with Jian Fangshu.
"I'll take you down." Lin Qingsong saw that Jian Fangshu was wearing thin clothes, "I won't give you my coat, and then ask the driver to turn on the air conditioner for you. Don't catch a cold."
Lin Qingsong invited Jian Fangshu into the elevator. As the elevator slowly descended, Lin Qingsong glanced at his phone.
Ren Zixian didn't send him a message, but presumably, he told Ren Zixian that he would go home later, so maybe she is still in school.
"Do you look down on me?" Jian Fangshu suddenly asked.
Lin Qingsong pressed down the phone screen: "No."
Jian Fangshu smiled bitterly and didn't believe it: "You are now the boss of the Zhu family, and I'm going to come back to you again. Even thinking about it, I feel that I am shameless."
"Don't say that." Lin Qingsong didn't want her to feel sorry for herself like this.
The elevator door dinged and opened. The driver had been waiting outside. Lin Qingsong held up the umbrella brought by the front desk and handed it to Jian Fangshu's driver.
"Go back and have a good sleep, and tell Jian Congwei that it was me who stuck the plan and it has nothing to do with you." Lin Qingsong said.
Jian Fangshu stood in front of the car, water vapor splashing on her skirt. She suddenly looked up: "If...if I hadn't said goodbye to you back then and had persisted for a while, would our ending have been different?"
There was hope in her eyes. Lin Qingsong had never seen her like this before. In his impression, Jian Fangshu had always been confident and flamboyant.
In her memory, Jian Fangshu never said 'what if'. Lin Qingsong felt relieved and gently wiped away the water droplets from her hair: "Don't think so wildly."
Lin Qingsong put Jian Fangshu in the car and watched her car getting further and further away on the snowy night. He pulled on his tie to loosen it a little and turned around to meet a familiar look.
It's about taking it easy.
Lin Qingsong suddenly panicked. Had Ren Zixian seen Jian Fangshu?
Without any time to think about it, Lin Qingsong walked quickly to Ren Zixian, feeling a little guilty: "Why are you here? When did you come?"
Ren Zixian looked at him and said nothing.
"It's not what you think, she's here to talk about work." Lin Qingsong explained in a blurt.
Ren Zixian shook his head: "Go home?"
Lin Qingsong was stunned. He originally thought that Ren Zixian would question him even if he didn't make trouble.
Who knew that Ren Zixian didn't say anything, so calm that Lin Qingsong's hanging heart suddenly tightened, and there was some sudden pain.
Ren Zixian didn't even dare to ask him...
Lin Qingsong took off his suit jacket and wrapped Ren Zixian, then picked her up and said, "I have a rest room here. You take a shower first, and I'll ask the family doctor to come over first."
Ren Zixian leaned in his arms obediently, extremely well-behaved.
Lin Qingsong's lounge is very large. There is a simple small room for rest. There is no problem in simply washing up in it.
When Ren Zixian came out of the shower and wiped his hair, he saw Lin Qingsong standing at the door and saying to the family doctor: "Take a look at her. She has been tired recently and doesn't even want to talk. Don't prescribe medicine that is too bitter..."
Ren Zixian didn't want to see the family doctor, so she grabbed Lin Qingsong's wrist, dragged him into the room, and slammed the door.
With the world spinning, Lin Qingsong was pushed to the bed by Ren Zixian.
Ren Zixian looked over as if she couldn't get enough of Lin Qingsong. She didn't cover Lin Qingsong's eyes this time, and kissed Lin Qingsong's nose lightly.
"You..." Before Lin Qingsong could finish speaking, Ren Zixian sealed her lips with a kiss. She was very fierce, her breath was messy, and she was tearing and biting to force him to cooperate.
Lin Qingsong wanted to put his arm around her shoulders, but she also held him down.
Ren Zixian monopolized him with a tough attitude. Lin Qingsong was both fresh and sour. Ren Zixian didn't know how jealous he was to be like this.
Lin Qingsong liked her mood swings, and the smell of blood in her mouth made him even more excited.
Ren Zixian breathed rapidly and looked up at him with water in his eyes. Just one glance made Lin Qingsong confused. He turned over and pressed her on the bed: "Don't waste time, the doctor is outside and let him take a look at you. Don't catch a cold by then." ”
Ren Zixian didn't listen to him. She climbed up his shoulders with her fair and silky arms, and even hooked her ankles around his waist: "I want it."
With just one sentence, Lin Qingsong's rationality was cut off, and everything turned upside down with just one thought.
Passion came over like a tide, and the long kiss took away all of Ren Zixian's breath. The two of them were so entangled that they couldn't control it.
Ren Zixian listened to Lin Qingsong's gentle breathing in her ear. The moonlight penetrated from the window. Ren Zixian wanted to reach out to block it, but Lin Qingsong took his hand as soon as it touched the cold air.
Lin Qingsong kissed her fingertips gently, but his movements became more and more fierce.
"Lin... Qingsong..." Ren Zixian's voice was hoarse, and he murmured his name again, "Lin Qingsong."
Lin Qingsong was startled, and then seemed to be excited, locking her in his arms with red eyes.
Ren Zixian was like a boat drifting in the rough waves. He could only bite Lin Qingsong's shoulder fiercely and scratch out traces of red marks on his back.
Her tears never stopped, but Lin Qingsong panicked: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Can I take you to take a bath?"
Ren Zixian shook his head, but hugged Lin Qingsong tightly again...
The ridiculous things gradually stopped, Lin Qingsong took Ren Zixian back to Jinhai, and she fell asleep drowsily, letting Lin Qingsong help her clean up and stuff her into the quilt.
Lin Qingsong hugged Ren Zixian. She was indeed aggrieved today. She originally came to see him, but instead she saw Jian Fangshu coming out of his office.
Lin Qingsong touched Ren Zixian's slightly moist hair and sighed in his heart. Let others take over Jian's butt joint starting tomorrow.
If he didn't coax her away, she might shed more tears.
"Ren Zixian, would you like to come home with me for the Chinese New Year this year?" Lin Qingsong said softly, but Ren Zixian didn't hear it.
The next morning, it was already ten o'clock when Ren Zixian woke up. Lin Qingsong sent her a message saying that she was going on a business trip to Fengjing in the next few days, leaving Ren Zixian to be good alone.
An email was refreshed on the computer. It was from an ID I had never seen before:
[Miss Ren, we will give you our sincerity. Attached is the information on the excavation projects that Lin Xuedi participated in that year]
Ren Zixian downloaded the attachment, which was a piece of material with encrypted key information.
The project Lin Xuedi participated in back then was a national-level confidential work, and even Ren Zixian didn't know the details.
This is the person behind the scenes showing Ren Zixian that he indeed has the capital to help Ren Zixian.
She didn't open it. The other party was obviously sure that she would choose to cooperate with them.
Ren Zixian looked at the rolling tea leaves, which were fresh tea leaves sent by Lin Qingsong from Dianzhou.
Professor Yu Xinyi said that she drank poison to quench her thirst. This is true.
