He didn't read and read, and his voice was cold, with some obscure emotions.
"I'm sure."
“……”
Yannian nodded. She didn't eat in jiangbeiyuan's office at noon. She went back soon. There was nothing she could take away from the big flower room.
When I first came here, I was a breeze on both sides.
Now I'm gone. It's empty again.
All of a sudden, she found that she was really bored here.
She doesn't touch people, has no friends, has no intrigues, her life is just jiangbeiyuan.
From the 80 floors down that empty, his mind flashed that bullying face.
"I've already kissed you. How about it?"
"This is intentional."
"I want to see you all the time."
“……”
The words read the nose and the hair is sour.
Somewhere in my heart, I'm full of stuff. I can't find the exit or the direction.
She got off the elevator, walked all the way from the hall to the door, so many people passed by her, but no one saw her, no one noticed her, no one knew she was the president's wife.
Even if she wears the same couple watch as the president, no one believes that she is the president's wife.
Because everyone will believe that a minister with the same status as the president is real.
No one will believe that a florist who comes in by the back door is the real one.
This is the case in this society.
The words and sentences are understood very early.
"Speak and read!"
Behind her, a voice as soft as jade called her.
The words read slightly side Mou, clear pupil Mou went up to Xiao chuchen's smiling eye.
"Go to lunch? Together? "
"No director, there's something wrong with my family. I'll go back first."
"So..."
Xiao chuchen stroked his chin with one hand.
"I'll take you?"
"No, thank you, director."
Yan Niang nodded at him, but he did not go back.
In late autumn, the wind is cool and the dew is heavy, but the sun in the afternoon is in full bloom on the top of the head.
Yannian raises his hand to block the sun, looks around, and plans to take a bus back.
A taxi stopped in front of her and the driver, a middle-aged man, waved at her.
"Beauty, where to?"
Yan Nian squints slightly: "how much is the starting price?"
“20!”
“20? It's too expensive! I'll go for $10! "
"Cheng Cheng,"
taxi drivers bite their teeth.
"I'll hurry back to dinner and force you to be the last guest!"
“……”
Yannian got on the bus with satisfaction and sat in the back seat.
The driver asked where she was going.
She thought about it for a long time, and finally reported the address of her hometown.
I haven't been back to my mother's for a long time.
For Ma Xueyan, she has no feelings, but in a few days, it will be her father's death day, and she will always go back to have a look.
"You are so young, are you a college student?"
The driver is a familiar owner. He talks and talks with each other.
Yannian smiled and said, "I'm 40, and I'm still a college student!"
"Ah?!"
The driver was startled.
"You, you don't look like 40!"
"I've had a facelift before, can't I see it?!"
"I really can't see which hospital did it in?"
"What I did abroad cost me money. I've made it seven or eight times, and I can barely keep up with it."
"You are not easy! It'll be hundreds of thousands at a time. It's a lot of losers! "
"Well..."
Yannian looked out of the window with one hand on his cheek, and didn't talk to the driver again.
She's not in the mood to talk to the driver anymore.
"Are you an employee of Jiangshi group?"
It's a long way. After a while, the driver can't help but have no words.
Yannian drags a long tune, "no, I'm not, my husband is."
"What's your husband doing in there?"
"He --"
Yannian's eyes turned twice, embarrassed to say that he was the president. He felt that people would not believe him and thought she was bragging.
"Just an ordinary manager, nothing."
"The manager is good. He is in charge of people, has a high position and earns a lot of money. By the end of the year, there will be a lot of bonus and bonus!"
The driver seems to have opened a conversation box, and started to talk with yanyanniangfishly and introduce that a relative of his family is a manager. How much money does he make in a month? It's not too popular. He got divorced two years ago because he was out of / on the track.