"In this way, it's better not to forget that the opportunity of becoming a full-fledged employee is still reserved for those who need it more. After all --"

"we Xiao group do not keep any employees who are not useful to the Chinese."

With that, Xiao chuchen took back his hand and turned away with a smile to the dusty face of the little girl. At the moment of turning around, the amiable smile in his eyes turned to satire and displeasure.

……

Jiangbeiyuan entered a nearby restaurant at will and asked for a plate of lettuce rolls and oil sticks to put in front of him, but he did not move his chopsticks.

Soon, the waiter brought him a strong cappuccino.

He took his coffee and sipped it slowly. The black coat was put aside by him. There was only a pure white shirt with half rolled sleeves. It was very elegant.

At noon, the light was soft and fell on his desk, cutting his coffee hand into bright light and shadow.

Jiangbeiyuan's hands are very good-looking, white and slender, clean and well proportioned, with distinct bones and roots. When the sun shines on them, you can see the blood vessels on them.

Before speaking, he didn't praise his hands.

He also boasted of his middle finger.

He doesn't like other people's flattery, but he likes what she does.

Jiangbeiyuan closed his eyes, long lashes moving, as quiet and beautiful as butterfly's wings.

He slowly tasted Mrs. Jiang's favorite cappuccino, surrounded by the shadow of memories.

It's loneliness, it's maishang.

"Little brother..."

A girl in the makeup of a delicate peach blossom lady came over and opened the QR code of wechat to add jiangbeiyuan.

Jiangbeiyuan rubs his aching temples.

Since he entered the hotel, this is the 18th woman to ask him for wechat.

"Don't play wechat."

"Then What about the phone number? Otherwise, INS is OK, or... "

"Don't you see that I'm married?"

He raised his left hand calmly.

The ring finger of the left hand is empty, which reminds me that the promise of marriage is gone.

There is a sharp pain in the fingers.

Pain to his numb hand back, with the heart also pain.

"Well, that's all."

The little girl seemed to think that there was something wrong with the handsome man's brain circuit, so she left with her mobile phone in her arms.

"Ah Lao Jiang!"

Right in front of him, a fat man in a black T-shirt swayed over.

Black jacket, black overalls, black AJ high top.

It's Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo sat down opposite jiangbeiyuan and immediately asked the waiter to order a glass of lemonade to moisten his throat.

"I'm really convinced. I'll go to your house to find you. When you're not here, I'll call you and you won't answer. On purpose?"

“……”

Jiang Beiyuan's face is expressionless, "what's up?"

"Tut, Xu kuangjie said that he would like some brothers to sleep with him, starting from me!"

Smell the words.

Jiang Beiyuan took a couple of swipes at the corner of his mouth. Thinking of the scene that song Yikai said tearfully today, "boss, wash your hair, face and shave", time understood everything.

He took two sips of coffee quietly, and his eyes were still.

"You can come over tonight."

"Ah? Really?! "

"Well, come at all costs."

"Er..."

The threat of red fruit is obviously revived by the spring outside, but Chen Shuo shivers greatly.

Chen Shuo stares at a plate of lettuce in front of jiangbeiyuan, and his eyelids jump fiercely.

When did jiangbeiyuan's taste become so unique? Hey?

But he didn't dare to ask.

Afraid to open his mouth, jiangbeiyuan was quietly back.

The latter stroked the ring finger of his left hand, one after another, slowly, as if feeling something invisible.