The next day, Jiang Wan slept until the afternoon.
When she woke up, she had no appetite, so she opened a bag of toast and put it in her mouth.
Jiang Wan turned on her phone and found a friend request from a stranger.
She casually agreed, and the other party quickly sent a smiling emoticon.
Jiang Wan held the toast in her mouth and started typing with both hands.
"Who are you?"
There was an aggrieved expression on the other side.
"Sister, you don't recognize me so soon?"
Ji Huaibei?
Jiang Wan continued typing.
"How's it going? Is the wound feeling better?"
A voice call came quickly and Jiang Wan answered.
"elder sister."
Ji Huaibei was sitting on the hospital bed, still wearing a hospital gown, and seemed to be in good spirits.
"It took seven stitches and it hurt a lot."
Jiang Wan felt that he looked like a puppy wagging its tail when asking for comfort from its owner.
"Don't be so impulsive next time. What if you injure an artery?"
Jiang Wan spoke earnestly.
Ji Huaibei shook his head: "If I don't do this, my sister will be hurt."
Jiang Wan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "That can't be done like this, it's too dangerous."
The two continued to chat about other topics, with Ji Huaibei making Jiang Wan laugh from time to time.
There seems to be a kind of magic about him that makes people feel comfortable and friendly no matter what the situation.
If Fu Siyan is like a cold winter, biting to the bone; Ji Huaibei is like the sunshine in summer, warm and scorching.
The smile slowly returned to Jiang Wan's face.
"By the way, sister." Ji Huaibei changed the subject: "Next weekend, let's go see a movie."
See a movie?
Jiang Wan recalled that the last time she watched a movie, Xie Xiaoyou was heartbroken. In order to help her get out of the haze, Pan Qingqing and himself made her watch several Wife Killing Cases in a row. Xie Xiaoyou was so frightened that she said she would never fall in love again.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wan couldn't help laughing.
"Okay." She agreed.
Ji Huaibei's eyes lit up instantly and he said happily: "That's great, sister, I will pick you up next week."
After hanging up the phone, there were still two hours left before the agreed time.
Jiang Wan walked to the closet, opened the door, took out a set of gray business clothes, went to the bathroom, put on light makeup, and put on high heels.
Jiang Wan thought for a moment and put her hair up.
After all, I was going to see Fu Han, so I couldn't dress too casually.
After finishing sorting, Jiang Wan went out and stopped a taxi.
It was approaching the evening rush hour, and there was a bit of traffic jam on the road. After a lot of trouble, Jiang Wan finally arrived at the restaurant on time.
As soon as Jiang Wan entered the restaurant, she reported a number.
The waiter at the door led her into a box.
This private room is an exclusive member VIP room set up inside the restaurant. The environment is quiet and the air is filled with a light fragrance.
Jiang Wan walked in. Fu Han had been waiting for a long time.
He leaned back on the chair in a leisurely manner, with a slight smile on his lips: "Miss Jiang, you are on time."
Fu Han looks a bit like Fu Siyan. He wears gold-rimmed glasses, is handsome and elegant, and has an elegant temperament.
Jiang Wan sat down, took out the documents from her bag and put them on the table: "Mr. Fu, please take a look."
Fu Han picked up the document and started to read it.
Jiang Wan looked at him and swallowed nervously.
After a while, Fu Han put down the document and looked at her: "No problem, Miss Jiang. I can give you time to redesign it."
It was so easy to let go.
Jiang Wan, who was prepared to be criticized, was a little confused.
She quickly said: "Mr. Fu, I can explain the plagiarism controversy."
"No need." Fu Han smiled lightly and said, "I believe in Miss Jiang's character."
Seeing that she was at a loss, Fu Han explained: "Before this, someone had already looked for me."
Could it be Fu Siyan?
Jiang Wan was surprised.
I originally thought that Fu Siyan would not help me, but I didn't expect that he actually went to Fu Han himself.
Jiang Wan pursed her lips, feeling a little complicated.
Fu Han suppressed his smile and looked sharply: "I'm curious, how capable is the person who can make him come to me in person?"
He shook the wine glass in his hand and raised the corners of his lips: "Don't let me down, Miss Jiang."
