There was a lot of ridicule in the huge living room. Ning Suyi found a gap to retreat and asked other juniors to come and talk to grandma, and fulfill her filial piety.

Go out and walk slowly along the cobblestone road to the back garden for a breath.

The moonlight shook from the gaps of the branches, and the shallow silver light shone on the black painted road. Ning Suyi wrapped her arms around her arms and looked up at the dark blue night sky. She could see the stars in the sky.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Ning Suyi did not turn around. Soon, the sound of footsteps caught up with her and then turned her gaze to see.

Mu Jingting looked at her, her tone was clear, a little colder than the spring water in the deep stream, but her expression was smiling and asked her, "Why did you run out alone?"

"I've been talking to my grandma for a long time, so I'll give others some chances." Ning Suyi waved her hand to drive away the mosquitoes, "Where are you, why did you run out?"

"Seeing you out, I'll say a few words to you."

During the meal, Jing Chi stepped aside halfway and snatched the seat. Mu Jingting sat somewhere else and did not find a chance to talk to her.

The two talked about their current situation. The atmosphere was beautiful. The only thing that was corrupted was the annoying mosquitoes, surrounded by buzzing sounds.

Ning Suyi wore a goose yellow dress, the tailor on her back was unique, barely revealing the thin butterfly bones. The whiteness under the moonlight was the place where mosquitoes would like.

"What kind of flower is that? It smells so fragrant."

Ning Su Yi pointed to a tree next to the pavilion in front. The green leaves were dyed dark green by the dark night, and there were dotted with puffs of light pink flowers. Each flower was furry, like a ball of hair.

The fragrance of flowers floating in the air floats from there.

She doesn't remember that Jingzhai planted this kind of flower, which may have been transplanted in recent years.

Mu Jingting carefully identified it, but couldn't answer it. He touched the tip of his nose with his finger joints and admitted: "I don't know either."

Ning Suyi smiled, walked towards the pavilion, and patted the mosquito that fell on his arm with his hand, ready to take a mouthful of blood at any time.

Seeing this, Mu Jingting unbuttoned the suit, took it off, and prepared to put it on her, at least blocking the mosquitoes.

Ning Suyi only caught one hand and stretched it towards his neck. Suddenly his body tightened, and his physiological reaction was faster than his brain and he turned sideways.

Mu Jingting was stunned, his hands were there, neither up nor down, and he was very at a loss.

Ning Suyi turned around and realized what he was going to do. Her expression flashed and her heart beat very quickly, which was a symptom after the fright.

She couldn't help but feel upset, as if... she was overreacting again.

"I don't wear it, it's hot." Ning Suyi realized it later and found a supplement to his behavior.

Mu Jingting took a step closer, put his suit jacket on her shoulder, and said calmly: "Stop mosquitoes."

Ning Suyi turned her head and didn't look at his face. Fortunately, the dark night gave her enough sense of security and gave her a good cover-up. If she was in the sun, Mu Jingting would have seen her sweaty forehead and the panic in her eyes.

Jing Chi looked at the two people in front of him from afar, stood at the end of the path, holding a plate of mosquito repellent patch in his hand.

He saw Ning Suyi leaving the living room and went back to the room in time to find something to repel mosquitoes. He knew that she had a mosquito-hide constitution, and that after being bitten by a mosquito, she would leave a red and swollen bag, and she would irritate the cross on the mosquito bag.

But after a while, he would come one step late, and there was already someone else around her. He didn't want to go up and fight for anything at this time.

It's meaningless, and it's meaningless.

Jing Chi pinched the mosquito repellent patch and stuffed it into his pants pocket. He didn't turn around and left. He walked forward a few steps and followed him not far or near.

On the open balcony on the second floor, Jing Yunqiao held a glass of iced orange juice, put his hands on the railing, leaned forward, looked at the dramatic scene in the back garden, shook his head and sighed: "Our silly brother, I really don't know what to say."

Jing Xian, who was sitting on the rattan chair, stood up, walked to the railing, and looked downstairs: "What is Xiao Chi doing? Follow Su Su and Jingting."

"What can I do? I have to watch it even if I am jealous. I won't be so fucked."

"Jealous?"

Jing Xian looked at Jing Yunqiao with a look of "You're joking" on his face. The latter withdrew his gaze, leaned against the railing, and took a sip of orange juice: "Don't tell me, you didn't see that Xiao Chi was interested in Susu."

Jing Xian took a breath and went to see the picture downstairs. With the blessing of her second sister, she felt that her younger brother was a little miserable no matter how she looked at it: "What Xiaochi told you?"

Jing Yunqiao smiled: "Do you think it's possible?"

Jing Xian is the third child at home. She is a famous ballerina. She has been married for three years. Her husband is the captain and is here together today. She is obsessed with the dance career and is worried that childbirth will affect her figure. She has not had children so far. She has performed outside all year round and knows very little about the family.

"Then how did you see it?" Jing Xian asked.

"The year Su Su went abroad, she left in a hurry. Xiao Chi was not mentally prepared. She originally wanted to study abroad, but he was always unreliable. The old lady didn't want him to be too far away from home. He was very unhappy to stay in China and cried several times."

"Cry?" Jing Xian looked surprised and a little scared.

"I didn't expect that, except for the fact that I had a serious illness when I was a child, did you cry when I was crying?" Jing Yunqiao smiled helplessly, "Even I happened to meet him by accident. Isn't this like, what's wrong?"

"That Susu is for him..."

"Not that meaning." Jing Yunqiao saw it thoroughly, turned her back to lean against the railing, bent over and put the cup in her hand on the glass table, "Whenever she showed her thoughts, can Xiao Chi resist confessing to her?"

Jing Xian understood.

So her stupid brother always endures his words, because she is worried that if she breaks her head, she will not even have to do anything with her friends.

Just like the saying goes, the farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don’t know that I love you.

Thinking of these words, Jing Xian felt sour and sore, but when he thought of Jing Chi, he felt bitter.

——

On Monday morning, Jing Chi explained several important things about Fu Mingchuan and drove to Roman Sega for a meeting.

"Master Xiaojing" is not just a false name, but some project plans require him to vote. Although, the final decision is usually made by the real Master Jing Yunqiao.

At around 11 o'clock, Jing Yunqiao kept him to have lunch together. There was still something he needed to come forward in the afternoon.

Jing Chi agreed and went to the bathroom first.

While taking the elevator, he met a familiar face. This time he recognized her, and it was the lady named Wen who transferred the bracelet to him.

Jing Chi was a little surprised. His frequent visit to Roman Sega's headquarters does not mean that he does not know the employees in the company, especially those in the development department of an important department.

Wen Xuan fluttered her eyelashes and said in a somewhat unexpected tone: "Mr. Jing, we are meeting again."

Jing Chi nodded.

"How is it? I'll say we'll have a date later." Wen Xuan tiptoed and picked up the sign hanging on her chest to show him.

There is a card in the transparent plastic shell, with a photo posted on it, and the position column below says "Designer".

Cun Zhao was taken recently. She had a very beautiful and charming face, with thin bangs cut, her eyes were big and bright, and she was full of enthusiasm when she looked at people. She looked a little like a fresh graduate who had just entered society. It is hard to imagine that she had been in the jewelry industry for several years and had been famous for a long time.

Perhaps Jing Chi was cold in attitude, Wen Xuan tilted her head and asked, "Do you still remember me?"

"Remember." Jing Chi still had the expression without any extra emotions and said indifferently, "Auction."

A few simple words show that he has not lost his memory.

Wen Xuan smiled and curled her lips a little bit: "Are you going to have lunch now?"

Jing Chi didn't answer, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

His expression and actions meant to resist continuing to talk. Wen Xuan was silent and self-reflective, probably because she was too enthusiastic.

She was very cognitive, so she didn't speak anymore, for fear of arousing his disgust.

Jing Chi was the most self-centered when he went to school. He would be very cold when he was unwilling to talk to others and would not leave any room for anything. After entering and leaving society, it was essential to deal with all kinds of people. Although he had tried his best to hand over those annoying social interactions to Fu Mingchuan and be a leisurely boss who paid for money. However, he still learned some rules and was used to leaving a thin face to others in some occasions.

The elevator door opened, Jing Chi walked out, took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked down and walked away without looking back.

Wen Xuan stood by the elevator for a while, and then she could not see him before she could retract her gaze.

Jing Chi and Jing Yunqiao had lunch at a Chinese restaurant near the company. It was too hot in summer and had no appetite. The dishes ordered tend to be light.

Time outside is strong, and it reflects on the steps outside the floor-to-ceiling window, which is dazzlingly white.

Jing Chi served a bowl of soup for his second sister and asked casually: "Has the company hired a new designer?"

"You mean?"

Jing Chi looked out the window and didn't answer.

Jing Yunqiao suddenly remembered: "Did you see Wen Xuan? I recruited her and just came to the company to report today." She took a sip of the light and refreshing kelp soup, "Have you heard of her?"

"No. Is she very famous?"

Jing Yunqiao laughed in silence: "It seems that you are really not interested in the jewelry industry. You have never even heard of Wen Xuan's name. She is Vatican's chief designer and is only one step away from being promoted to director of the development department."

"Oh." Jing Chi passed by as soon as he heard this, and was not relieved.

"However, I haven't figured out her motive yet." Jing Yunqiao supported her head with her hands and jokingly said, "It's impossible that she came for my baby brother, right?"

Jing Chi's side face can also show a beautiful and distinct line feeling in bright light, and even the tight curve of the jaw line is very sexy. I guess the painter will like to depict the shadow outline of this face.

He pursed his lips and for a while before speaking: "Sister, don't make such a joke."

——

Ye Fanshuang went out to meet the customer. After the end, she happened to pass by the headquarters of Mingsheng Pharmaceuticals. She thought about it and walked into the hall with the bag that Ning Suyi gave her last time.

The front desk asked her regularly if she had an appointment.

Ye Fanshuang paused for a moment and said with a smile: "I'll call you Mr. Ning."

This scene is like a young wife coming to find the domineering president and being stopped by the front desk. The next plot of catching horses should be the president coming to the face with a domineering slap.

Ye Fanshuang was so angry that she was cured by the plot that she was thinking about.

The phone dialed in, and it was connected after a few rings. Ye Fanshuang explained his purpose.
To be continued...