When the blue sky was painted with pink paint by the setting sun, Laiyang, like the protagonist in the painter's painting, reappeared downstairs of the building, holding a flyer in his hand, but glancing at the door from time to time.

The white-collar workers were all returning home from get off work. After waiting for a while, he saw Tian Jing's beautiful figure walking out as if she had just fallen into the world.

The wind blew from the street, ruffling her hair and blowing her snow-white neck even more seductively.

Laiyang moved his jaw a few times and was about to step forward to say hello. Suddenly, several middle-aged men and women at the door of the building blocked Tranquility first.

Lai Yang saw the group of people when they first arrived, but didn't care. But after they blocked Tian Jing, Lai Yang suddenly felt that something was wrong.

An Jing held her bag and said something, and then Qianying wanted to leave, but the other party blocked her again, causing An Jing's beautiful eyebrows to frown slightly.

At this moment, two villains held a meeting in Laiyang's mind. One said don't go there yet, be careful not to cause trouble. The theater is already troublesome enough at the moment, so don't create extra complications.

The other voice said very simply, just two words.

"Yang, come up!"

Laiyang walked quickly towards Tianjing. The wind blew from behind, pushing him to speed up his pace.

As soon as he got closer, there were bursts of croaking noises, and Laiyang instantly understood what was happening.

It turns out that this group of people are all merchants who want to renew their lease, and they have gathered specifically to block the boss of the marketing department.

But they actually regarded An Jing as the marketing director and kept calling him Mr. Zhao.

Tian Qing's pretty face was full of embarrassment, and she explained that they had recognized the wrong person.

"Mr. Zhao, please don't go around with us. I've seen the employees in the marketing department treat you with respect. It's really impossible to meet you in this way. I can't find you every time I go to the company!"

"That's right, Mr. Zhao, our shop is well rented, and we're not saying we owe rent. How can this be the case?"

The more these people talked, the more excited they became. Their quiet and delicate faces were full of helplessness: "You have really admitted your mistake, I am not Mr. Zhao."

"Wrong person? Which department of the group are you from?" a middle-aged woman said in a sharp voice.

"I..." An Jing's words came to her lips, but she suddenly paused again.

But it was this reaction that made everyone more determined that she was refusing, and everyone began to become agitated.

"She is really not Mr. Zhao!"

Suddenly, Laiyang shouted out loudly, and everyone's eyes suddenly turned towards him.

After An Jing saw clearly that it was Laiyang, her red lips opened slightly, and there was a complicated look in her eyes.

"She is a secretary of the group. Why are you hanging around other secretaries? Mr. Zhao is a man."

Laiyang strode forward, glanced at An Jing from the corner of his eye, and found a trace of blush on her snow-white face.

Is it embarrassment? Is it surprise? Or what?

"I clearly saw people from the marketing department being polite to her, how could it not be Mr. Zhao?" someone said.

"That's nonsense. How can there be such a young director?" This was partly to smooth things over, and partly to express Laiyang's own feelings.

I had just met Tian Jing at that time, and I never imagined that she could be the CEO at such a young age?!

Sure enough, these words were still useful. After hearing this, everyone looked at each other and then looked at the middle-aged man at the head.

"Then she...then who are you? What is your relationship with her?" The man spoke urgently.

"I'm her boyfriend..." Laiyang choked and almost shouted that he was her boyfriend.

An Jing seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and looked at him with burning beautiful eyes, which made Laiyang's face feel hot and painful.

In this extremely embarrassing situation, Laiyang discovered that the real Mr. Zhao had just walked out of the building door and immediately pointed at him and shouted.

"Look, that's Mr. Zhao! Hurry up and block him!"

At the moment when everyone turned around, Laiyang grabbed An Jing's slender wrist and pulled her to run towards the street quickly.

Laiyang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated as he walked, and the cold wind blew against him. Not only was he not cold, but it made his face turn red.

A great sense of excitement, like ripples, rippled through his heart.

He could clearly hear the thumping of his heartbeat and the buzzing in his ears.

"Laiyang, let go, you're hurting me!"

After running to the corner of the building, Laiyang heard Tranquility's urgent screams, and then he realized that what he was holding on to all the way was actually Tranquility's hand.

After she said it, Laiyang suddenly felt the smoothness and softness in his palms, and his face suddenly turned red!

Damn it! Holding hands?

No wonder my heart beats so fast!

While Lai Yang was shocked, he found that his little hand had turned red.

An Jing rubbed her reddish slender jade fingers, and looked at Laiyang with her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but after moving her red lips a few times, no words came out.

But that pretty face that was originally fair was now extremely red.

At the corner of the street, in the cold winter dusk, a man and a woman were relatively speechless, with only their red faces and the three rooms and one living room that Laiyang immediately dug out from the soles of his feet...

"Hey, if I hadn't been so smart today, you would have been crushed by the merchants." Laiyang's chapped mouth searched for topics.

An Jing raised her pretty face as red as the sunset and pretended to be indifferent: "Oh, then I still have to thank you?"

"Oh, thank you for your kindness. Hehe, just do it and renew the lease for me alone." Laiyang said half-jokingly.

"Oh~ So you are waiting here?" Tian Jing laughed angrily.

The soft light of dusk made her skin extremely pink and fragrant. When she smiled, the ripples in Laiyang's heart began to ripple again.

"You can consider it if you meet the standard, otherwise there is no need to discuss it." An Jing put away her sweet smile and left with a gentle step.

"Ah, are you leaving now? Mr. Zhao, bah! Let's be quiet..." Laiyang hurriedly caught up.

Her graceful figure froze, her beautiful eyes staring at Laiyang: "Don't call me that."

Laiyang swallowed and looked like she was angry.

"If you don't want to shout, don't shout. I know this is your boyfriend's exclusive nickname, right?" Laiyang thought of the man and said harshly.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

After finishing speaking quietly, her long legs took small steps and walked towards the street.

Laiyang stood there stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly felt excited in his heart.

A few seconds later, he chased after her and shouted, "Then what's wrong with me calling Jingjing? I just love shouting?"

"Whatever."

"Jingjing, do you want to watch the show? Can I treat you for free?"

"It's all old jokes. I'm tired of hearing them. Besides, we don't know each other very well."

Laiyang's steps faltered, and then he suddenly realized, no wonder Tranquility was so cold today. It turned out that she held a grudge for what she said last time?

So wilted!

"Oh, I'm very familiar with you. I won't charge you a ticket to watch the show." Laiyang caught up with Xixi again and said.

"I don't like taking advantage of others."

"Then you pay for the ticket. Come on, scan my WeChat and Alipay?" Laiyang took out his mobile phone and handed it over.

An Jing stood up and looked at him angrily: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"I want to do..."

Laiyang didn't want to stop here, but his brain suddenly shut down, and these three words triggered endless reverie. After just two or three seconds, Tranquility's pretty face gradually turned red.

this……

She left, and the click of her high heels on the asphalt road was particularly pleasant, but her lonely figure was pulled out of depression by the setting sun.

Laiyang felt that she was a little lonely, fickle and unpredictable.

During the performance in the evening, An Jing did not come. Maybe it was just like what she said. She was tired of hearing the old jokes, but it was not easy to change the jokes that could be performed commercially.

It takes a long time to polish a good five-minute joke, at least more than a month, so the issue of content updating seems to be a dead end in this industry.

As for the promise made by An Jing, Laiyang felt that it was impossible to fulfill it. This seemed to be the dead end of the theater.

But the only thing that made him feel relieved today was hearing that that man was not Quiet's boyfriend.

Although this matter has nothing to do with me, it just feels like that, and it's quite comfortable.
Chapter completed!