Jiang Qingye continued to speculate, "Is he encountering some difficulties at work?"
Luo Hang continued, "I don't know."
Jiang Qingye: "Or did he encounter someone deliberately making things difficult for him?"
Luo Hang continued, "I don't know."
Jiang Qingye: "..."
Since he knew nothing about it, he didn't expect to ask any further questions, and instead sent a message to Fu Jingzhou.
How's the little one doing lately?
The other end replied quickly: [It's fine.]
Fu Jingzhou was reading when he received the message.
He sat in his study, a desk lamp on, his fingers twirling the pages of a book, his eyelashes lowered, their thick, dark lashes casting shadows on his eyelids.
He wasn't reading very carefully. When his phone vibrated slightly, he immediately put the book down, turned it face down on the table, revealing the title.
--The hardships one must endure on the road of love.
Shangguan Feng bought it for 9.9 yuan with free shipping. He bought three copies in a grand gesture: one for Qin Feng, who was going through a divorce; one for Shen Xingli, who hadn't been getting gigs for a long time; and the last one for Fu Jingzhou, who was trying to appear calm.
When Fu Jingzhou picked up his phone, his movements were quick, and his heart was beating faster. After unlocking WeChat, he saw that it was a message from Jiang Qingye.
He slowly exhaled, and after reading the message, he recalled the scene of their meeting.
Jiang Nan hung her head, her fingers gripping the handle of her suitcase, looking like she couldn't wait to escape.
Fu Jingzhou pursed his lips and replied, "[It's fine.]"
He's the bad guy.
Back in his school days, Fu Jingzhou was first in his class and first in his grade; he went on to be number one all the way through elementary school and into university.
Those questions were really easy for him.
A quick glance at the multiple-choice questions, a quick glance at the essay questions, A is A, B is B.
He wrote with unwavering determination.
But now, facing this exam paper named " Jiang Nan," he hesitated and wavered, gripping his pen, feeling that nothing he wrote was quite right.
Jiang Qingye: [Okay.]
After replying to the message, Jiang Qingye realized he was probably overthinking it, so he threw down his phone, grabbed the ankle of the person in his arms, and kissed him.
Luo Hang squinted, thinking to himself, "That's more like it."
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The next day, Jiang Nan arrived at the office around 10 a. m.
Jiang Qingye had just finished a meeting. He loosened his tie, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Go get your hardworking brother a cup of coffee first."
I thought Jiang Nan would complain a bit, but he didn't even hesitate and obediently replied, "Okay."
After saying that, he turned and went to the tea room.
There was no one in the break room, so he took out a clean cup and began to skillfully grind coffee.
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, Jiang Nan drifted off into thought.
[771, Did I really die in another world?]
Although the world is great, he is a rich man who doesn't have to clock in and out of work every day. He has to put on a show of impatience every day to buy coffee for his director and pretend to be close to a group of unfamiliar colleagues.
But this body isn't his now, so whatever he does lacks justification and confidence.
The Little Black Ball looked at him obediently and said, "[It's not exactly dead, so... do you want to go back?]"
Jiang Nan was completely stunned.
Should we go back?
As this question crossed his mind, another face suddenly popped into his head.
That person always had a pale face and light-colored lips, but the bright red beauty mark at the corner of his eye was so vivid that he was more handsome and beautiful than anyone Jiang Nan had ever seen.
He blinked.
If I go back, will I never see such a beautiful person again?