Chapter 1052

There is a saying: sorrow is greater than death.

Tang Jiyang always thought that when his heart died, he didn't care about anything.

Only at this moment did he realize that he could not do it at all.

Can't do not think about her, read her, can't do and other women married.

Perhaps, what my mother said is right. Such a marriage is just harmful to others and oneself.

"Zixin, such a marriage is not fair to you. Forget it." He said to her.

"Why not? You promised to marry me!" Fang Zixin's emotion is very excited. What she wants is clearly in front of her eyes, and it's easy to get.

He regretted it when he came to the door. How could she allow it!

"Jiyang, you don't want to marry me, is it because my mother made a condition? Let me explain. She's not a vain person. She's just worried about her daughter. I don't want a house or money. I just want to be with you and be your wife. "

"Zixin, I've asked the lawyer to transfer the ownership of that house to you." Tang Jiyang calmly interrupts her.

"What do you mean now? You want to get rid of me with a house

In the face of Fang Zixin's hysteria, Tang Jiyang looks calm, dark eyes deep. "You can ask for what you want."

Fang Zixin suddenly grabbed his hand and begged, "I don't want anything. I just want to be with you. Jiyang, let's not break up, OK? If you don't want to get married, it doesn't matter if you don't get married. We'll do it like this. I don't want to leave you... "

Tang Jiyang is calm, push away her, holding his hand, "not to get married for the purpose of falling in love with you, I will feel more asshole."

Fang Zixin cry some embarrassed, makeup are spent, "I don't agree to break up, you don't think."

"Zixin, we are not married." Tang Jiyang calm low tone, with a trace of helplessness.

Only the divorce of husband and wife needs mutual recognition. When a man and a woman break up, it's enough as long as one party has the will.

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After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Tang Jiyang went directly back to the company for a meeting.

Multimedia conference, shading curtain block all the light, the entire conference room is dark, only the light of the projection screen constantly flickering.

Tang Jiyang's tall figure is hidden in the dark, occasionally light falls on his three-dimensional facial features, calm and deep, people can't guess the mood.

Mingcheng sits beside him and looks at him thoughtfully.

The icons and numbers on the screen are constantly changing, and the analysts of the marketing department are making a detailed feasibility analysis of the case.

Mingcheng's left ear goes in and right ear goes out. He is so distracted that he doesn't even hear the analyst ask him for advice.

Tang Jiyang half clenched his fist and knocked on the table in front of him. Mingcheng recovered.

"Ah? What did you just say? " Ask sincerely.

The analyst on the stage was directly asked by him. He just said it for nearly an hour, but he didn't know which sentence mingtezhu asked.

Tang Jiyang's eyebrows were slightly locked. He looked at Mingcheng and then said, "it seems that this case is not enough to attract everyone. The details need to be adjusted. Moreover, the budget exceeded 5%, let the finance department follow up It's over. "

After finishing the meeting, he stood up directly from his seat, picked up the folder in front of him and strode out to the conference room.

The meeting lasted for three hours. Mingcheng held it for three hours, and almost didn't go crazy.

"It's all gone." Mingcheng said, quickly out of the meeting room, catch up with Tang Jiyang's steps, has been following him into the president's office.

The heavy brown wooden door of the president's office closed. Mingcheng couldn't wait to ask, "should I congratulate you on your happy wedding?"

"No need." Tang Jiyang left the folder on Daban's desk and opened the laptop on the desk at the same time.

"You didn't get the certificate with Fang Zixin?"

"No Tang Jiyang sits down in the boss's chair behind the big class table. He lights a cigarette with one hand and the other.

Mingcheng stood opposite him, looking relieved.

"It's the smartest decision you've ever made, I promise. That Fang Zixin, I asked someone to check her. After her parents divorced, her mother seemed to have some mental problems and had been seeing a psychiatrist. She also has an uncle, a typical Philistine, who often complains about shoddy workmanship in home decoration projects, and... "

"What's more, your quarterly report is wrong again, and you have the energy to focus on your work." Tang Jiyang coldly interrupts him, opens the drawer under the big class table, turns out a document from inside and throws it to him.

Mingcheng picked up the document and quickly turned it over. Tang Jiyang had marked the mistakes with a carbon pen and made corrections. The upright font is smooth and smooth.

Mingcheng reaches out and touches his nose, then turns around and walks away.

Tang Jiyang's schedule has been very full. In the afternoon, I visited the branch office, and in the evening, I was busy with all kinds of social activities.

The luxurious private room is decorated in splendor. Men and women, toast, smile hypocritical, said the wrong words.This kind of social intercourse is very different from the simplicity and sincerity of people in the army, which makes Tang Jiyang very uncomfortable.

Mingcheng always said that if you get used to it, you will get used to it.

And the whole three years later, can not be used to, still not used to.

Tang Jiyang lives in a corner. Under the changing light, his smoky gray suit is almost integrated with the darkness around him.

At this time, a gorgeous woman came over, wearing a sexy low cut skirt. She sat down next to Tang Jiyang, holding a goblet in her hand, and said with a smile: "Tang Shao, I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to have a drink."

Tang Jiyang turned a deaf ear to the woman's words, still sat there in silence, posture did not change.

The woman hit a nail, the smile on her face was a little stiff, but she still stuck it. Her body just wiped a corner of his clothes, Tang Jiyang suddenly stood up from the position, the woman did not know how to prevent, a head hit on the back of the sofa, hit particularly embarrassed.

Tang Jiyang's deep eyes gave her a cold glance. Then he took off the suit she had touched and left it in the corner. The pretty brow frowned deeply, with a look of disgust, as if she were a fly.

The woman sat up straight, her face was blue and white, and she was very ugly.

"Miss Fan, I've already reminded you that we Tang Shao are famous for not being close to women. You don't listen to me. I'm afraid you've met a nail in the coffin." A chubby man came over, laughing to make it.

Fat man is a big customer of the branch company. Tang Jiyang is not familiar with him, but on such occasions, he can't help but sell his thin noodles.

"I'll go out for a cigarette and you'll play." With that, he picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the table, pushed open the door of the private room, and walked out with long legs.

He was alone, smoking at the window of the corridor. The windows were wide open, and the white smoke was blown away by the cold irony.

In the corner of the corner, there was a faint noise of dispute. It was not very loud, but Tang Jiyang had a good ear, and he still heard a familiar name Xiaozhou from the noise.

His tall body suddenly stiff, and then slowly turned back.