Raise your hand, touch the face of the man in the photo with the tip of the white finger, then slowly bend over, stick your face on his face, and sigh comfortably.
"You know, I'm willing to give everything for you I am the best match for you... "
"You'll know, won't you?"
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The night is dark, the wind is cool and the dew is heavy.
Tomorrow is the press conference. Jiang Beiyuan is very busy tonight. After supper, he stays in his study. First, he answers two phone calls, and then he calls high-level personnel for a video conference.
When he just called, he wore a pair of gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He forgot to take them off at the meeting. This lazy look fell into the eyes of all people. It was very polite and tasted like a scum.
No one knows that there is a woman sitting beside jiangbeiyuan at the moment.
The little woman with long hair and shawl sat beside him, drawing quietly.
Yannian is drawing the map of tomorrow.
Be a transparent person without saying a word.
The moonlight spread, peaceful and serene.
The study is very warm and quiet at the moment. The light of goose yellow falls down, rendering the light and shadow.
Jiangbeiyuan, in front of her words and thoughts, spoke to the screen some business words she didn't understand.
But the voice was simply pleasant, the voice line was low and magnetic, which made her itchy. In the middle of the painting, she could not help but put down the pencil in her hand and looked at it.
He had two hands and arms, and looked at the computer screen. His eyes were clear and cold, and his face was serious.
Maybe it's because the yellow light on his head is too dazzling. Yannian can't feel the seriousness of jiangbeiyuan. He just thinks it's fake.
But he is very handsome.
She never doubted his beauty.
Just like now, his household clothes are loose. From the perspective of speech and reading, he can see the clavicle exposed.
Exquisite, perfect.
……
Yannian no longer looked at jiangbeiyuan, but scratched his head.
How could she not stick to the bottom line.
What's wrong with men's color at present? It's said that we should install blinds in our office. In the end, how could it become her compromise?!
Alas!
Yan Nian could not help sighing.
She sighed in a very small voice.
But it just fell into jiangbeiyuan's ear.
He glanced at her from the side of his eyes, and his face softened for a moment.
A minister at the other end of the screen said, "President Jiang, who are you looking at?"
Hearing this, jiangbeiyuan takes back his eyes and raises his eyebrows.
"You care?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I shouldn't have taken care of it..."
"Continue."
Jiangbeiyuan gently rubbed his forehead, and continued to listen to this group of people report those useless things.
Yannian has finished drawing the map of the field. He closes the book and lies on the table next second and sleeps in a daze.
Jiangbeiyuan's video conference is continuing.
Half an hour later, he replied, "that's all."
Relieved.
The rest of the high-level nodded and the words like "Jiang Zong good night, Jiang Zong have a good rest, Jiang Zong will see you tomorrow" came pouring in.
"Yes."
Jiangbeiyuan shut down the screen very coldly, subconsciously looked at the words and sentences beside him, "tomorrow we --"
"
He swallowed the rest.
Yannian is asleep.
The side face is facing his direction, breath is long and even.
These days, she is also tired.
Jiang Beiyuan got up carefully, left the computer table, and squatted in front of Yan Nian...