Zhuang Nuanchen shook his head as it was destined by God.

The shop owner sighed softly, "I usually like to drink bitter chrysanthemum tea."

Two cats jumped on the chair, one surrounded the shop owner, and the other meowed around Zhuang Nuanchen. As soon as Zhuang Nuanchen stretched out his hand, the cat got into her arms and looked at her with big eyes.

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"Bitter chrysanthemum is bitter when you drink it, but if you taste it carefully, it will be a little sweet. At least, it will give you a glimmer of hope in the bitterness." The shopkeeper said lightly.

Zhuang Nuanchen picked up the cup and took another sip, but tears fell down...

The hint of sweetness in the bitterness was so sweet that it made her cry.

The shopkeeper looked at her calmly, letting her shed tears with compassion in his eyes.

The cat in Zhuang Nuanchen's arms meowed softly, raised its head and licked the teardrops on her chin, then rubbed her face with its head, meowing as if to comfort her.

She lowered her head and hugged the cat tightly.

After a long time, his voice was choked and he said, "Let's play a piece of music."

The shopkeeper looked at her, "What do you want to hear?"

With tears in his eyes, Zhuang Nuanchen gently closed his eyes again and whispered the name of the song, "The Time of Three People."

The shopkeeper smiled softly and stood up.

There is a grand piano in the corner of the cafe. The owner sits down and the soft sound of the piano is heard when his fingers fall.

The notes coming from the piano seem to be given a soul and full of poignancy.

Outside the window, it was snowing.

Zhuang Nuanchen got up and walked to the window. Not far away, there was the calm sound of the shopkeeper's piano.

Snowflakes fluttered, falling continuously along the light of her pupils. The figure of Zhuang Nuanchen was reflected on the glass, with desolate eyes, sad white face, and... the tears accumulated thicker in her eyes.

"Will I laugh again in the future?" She murmured softly, as if asking the shop owner, but also asking herself.

Amidst the sound of the piano, the shopkeeper's voice also rose clear and soft, like the snow outside the window...

"Perhaps, happiness has another meaning..."

Zhuang Nuanchen turned around and looked at her.

She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Outside the window behind me, the snow was falling harder and harder.

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The next day was a Sunday, and it was often the coldest after snow. As soon as Zhuang Nuanchen went out, she was so cold that she sneezed. It was almost noon, and she had only slept for two hours. She clutched her phone in her hand, feeling so cold

For a moment she wanted to call Gu Mo, but she held back.

I hurried to the station and got on the bus. There were not many people on the bus. It was a Sunday and it had just snowed. Everyone preferred to stay at home, eat some snacks and watch movies.

It was already half past eleven when we arrived downstairs at Biaowei.

Looking up at the towering steel building, Zhuang Nuanchen felt dizzy for a moment. If possible, she really didn't want to call him.

The moment the phone was connected, she felt like she was in another world.

Jiang Moyuan just smiled faintly after hearing Zhuang Nuan's proactive invitation and told her that he was waiting for her at the company.

At this time, there were few people in the whole building.

After entering Biaowei, only the department downstairs was working overtime. The secretary smiled when he saw her coming and said, "Director Zhuang, Mr. Jiang is in the president's office upstairs. You can just come up."

Zhuang Nuanchen nodded, and when he turned to leave, the corner of his eyes glanced at the pointing light behind him.

She didn't take the elevator, but took the stairs. Every step she took was more difficult.

She hesitated for a long time at the door of the president's office. After a few minutes, she mustered up the courage to knock on the door. After a warm voice came from inside, she pushed the door open and walked in. Her breath was filled with his faint musky scent.

Jiang Moyuan called and stood in front of the floor -to -ceiling window. After seeing her in, she pointed at the sofa to signal her to wait.

Zhuang Nuanchen was sitting, and turned to look at Jiang Mo Yuan.

He seemed to be talking about the business, and he heard any funding questions. He raised some conditions. Each one was precise and harsh. Zhuang Nuanchen's heart was cool. Can she have a chance to win with such men?

Sunshine reflected his shoulders through the window and sprinkled the shadow of light.

He leaned slightly lazily next to the window. When he turned to Zhuang Nuanchen's side, his lips smiled lightly, and looked at her while calling.

She lowered her head and held her gloves, even if she could still feel the two hot eyes from not far away. At this moment, she wanted to go, because in this relatively closed space, only her and him were two and him.

He looked like that night inadvertently, a terrible night.

After holding his fingers and holding, he finally waited until Jiang Mo Yuan had no courage to leave after the phone.

Although one million reluctant, there is no way, Jiang Moyuan is the only way she can think of.

After Jiang Moyuan put the mobile phone and looked at the woman on the sofa, she was wearing a white cashmere coat, her face was pale and scary, and her long hair was densely put on her shoulders, like a bright satin. He looked at the bottom of his eyes and distressed.

Go forward.

The man's desertation reacted her. At the moment he approached, she suddenly stood up and turned to look at him. The whole person was like a hedgehog.

"Cold outside?" Jiang Moyuan did not smile at anger, reached out and pulled her hand.

Her fingers trembled, and he wanted to pull back his hand but was clenched by him. He smiled and wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand, and then pulled it to her lips lightly to drive out the heating to drive away the cold.

Zhuang Nuanchen was allowed to pull him, and his eyelids drooped lightly.

After a long time, Jiang Moyuan put down her hand, reached out and stroked her cheeks, and the rough thumbs enjoyed the skin of the skin with a thin and cool feeling.

Zhuang Nuanchen hit his heart, and pursed his lips, "Mr. Jiang, I ... I want you to help you help." Yeah, she thought more about him? When she was in the jewelry shop, she thought in this life

I won't come to find him anymore.

The world is unpredictable.

But is it the fault of heaven or her fault?

Jiang Moyuan retracted his hand and looked at her seriously.

Zhuang Nuanchen looked up at him with his eyes. His eyes were still deeply scary, as if the deep sea of ​​the bottom, remembered that he didn't hesitate and decisively when he just talked about business.

explain.

Jiang Moyuan has been waiting with patience.

After a long time, she licked her dry lips and said hard, "This matter can only help me ..." After that, she lowered her eyes and heard the sound of self -deprecating in the bottom of her heart.

On the top of the head, there is a low smile of a man.

"Have you eaten lunch?"

Zhuang Nuanchen stunned, looked up.

Jiang Moyuan gently hooked her lips, reached out to grab her shoulders, low judo, "Let's go, talk while eating."

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The restaurant was selected on the 66th floor of Baiyue Hotel. Jiang Mo Yuan was a frequent visitor. There was no need to make an appointment in advance. After that, the restaurant manager immediately arranged the best position. Zhuang Nuanchen had never been to this restaurant, but he also heard that it was just a one.

It's just a lunch, it's too luxurious.

After entering the restaurant, Jiang Mo Yuan met an acquaintance first and said a few words. Zhuang Nuanchen sat alone in his position, and he had long been on order. She knew that when she took the initiative to call Jiang Mo Yuan

For Gu Mo, it is just that she will not know what conditions Jiang Mo Yuan will put forward, but I just hope that the transaction will not be too dirty.

The other party was very able to talk, and he kept pulling Jiang Mo Yuan, and he was endless.

Zhuang Nuanchen was sitting on the seat. I don't know how long, a familiar voice raised around, "Nuanchen?"

She trembled and looked up, it was Cheng Shaoqian.

Cheng Shaoqian should come here for dinner and talk about business. He first explained with the customer and then he was puzzled, "Warm Chen, how can you be here?"

"I ..." Zhuang Nuanchen didn't know what to say for a while.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Shaoqian asked lowly.

"President Cheng-" Zhuang Nuanchen stood up and looked at him, and she regretted it in her heart. She couldn't leave Gu Mo! She should not talk to Jiang Mo to talk about the so -called transactions! She doesn't want it!

She wanted to ask Cheng Shaoqian to help her. Although 40 million said with him to borrow too ridiculous, it was always better to make her suffer for a lifetime.

The concerns on Cheng Shaoqian's face are more obvious, holding her, "Warm Chen, what's the matter with?"

Once a person decided, he was extremely happy. The haze was swept away. She licked her lips and looked at Cheng Shaoqian. "President Cheng, I think-"

"President Cheng, don't you have to be so nervous to eat with your subordinates?" Behind me, Jiang Mo Yuan smiled.

Zhuang Nuanchen trembled, and when he got his mouth, he swallowed it.

Cheng Shaoqian turned around and turned around, and laughed at Shangjiang Mo Yuan's smile, "So coincident."

Jiang Moyuan laughed without saying a word. After walking to the table and sitting down, he gently raised his hand, "Together?"

At this time, Zhuang Nuanchen didn't want Cheng Shaoqian to be around. After the last opportunity was blocked by hardships, she knew that everything seemed to be doomed.

Cheng Shaoqian's lips expanded, and he looked at Zhuang Nuanchen, and asked with a low voice and asked, "Warm Chen, do you have something to say to me?"
To be continued...