Chapter 4 Remember to bring an umbrella

Chapter 4

Wen Ciyi raised her eyebrows, slightly raised the corners of her lips, and shook the bag in her hand. From the corner of her eye, she noticed someone approaching, and her tone was a bit teasing: "You said, you are Xu Simian's girlfriend."

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Her last note was "Rao", with a lazy and leisurely tone. The girl's face didn't turn red and her heart didn't beat. Just when she was about to answer, someone suddenly walked past beside her.

The words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat in an instant. The man was tall and tall, with a black schoolbag hanging on one shoulder. His sleeves were rolled up to half of his elbows, revealing a pair of strong porcelain-white forearms. His eyebrows were strange.

Don't be indifferent and keep your lip lines straight.

Wen Ci thought that the girl didn't dare to speak, and he understood in his heart that Xu Simian was a popular person in Peking University, but he was an iceberg at heart. Although he was favored by many schoolmates, he still had treacherous intentions.

Courage.

Xu Simian tilted his head slightly, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold: "Ye Ziwan, why didn't I know I had a girlfriend?"

Ye Ziwan was suddenly stuck. She hesitated and couldn't explain why.

"Also, from now on, you don't have to do anything about hosting meetings at Peking University. I will find someone else." Xu Simian said this expressionlessly, then glanced at Wen Ciyi: "Senior sister, don't leave yet.

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Wen Ciyi was interrupted just as he was about to respond.

"Why!" Ye Ziwan said dissatisfied: "Why don't I do it if you tell me not to do it?!"

Xu Simian felt that the chatter was noisy, so he glanced at Ye Ziwan casually and did not answer anything.

"I'm talking about school girl," Wen Ciyi spoke at the right time. She handed the thing in her hand to Xu Simian and said in a kind tone: "It's a bad habit to kick the ball back and forth."

"Since you took this job, you should do it well, right?" Wen's words are just as the name suggests. Her words are gentle and her eyes are slightly narrowed but she hides her edge.

"Senior sister is right." Xu Simian said quietly as the tree-lined avenue was bustling with people.

The corner of Wen Ciyi's mouth raised a slight arc. She looked at Xu Simian's ice-cold face, and she had a bad thought in her heart, which was intriguing: "I can not only talk, I can also do it. Junior, do you want to experience it?"

Her words seemed to mean something. Wen Ciyi's eyes were slightly bent. The sun slipped in through the gaps between the leaves. The breeze blew through the chirping of cicadas in summer. Wen Ciyi's eyes flashed like a piece of sparkling amber.

Xu Simian's figure froze. He did not respond to Wen's words, but simply reminded him lightly: "Senior sister, pay attention to your image."

Wen Ciyi burst out laughing, it was so fun.

The tail of her skirt inadvertently brushed against Xu Simian's slender fingertips. Xu Simian's bones curled up, his lowered eyes blinked slightly, and then he suddenly looked away.

The golden signboard at the entrance of Peking University shone brightly in the sunlight. Xu Simian stopped while holding on to the strap of her schoolbag, and said to Wen Ciyi beside her: "I will send the senior sister here first. I have to go first if I have something to do later."

"It seems that I am not very popular with the younger boys. They avoid me like a scourge." Wen Ciyi's slow and leisurely tone sounded a little unsteady: "Even taking a taxi, they are not willing to wait with me.

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Wen Ciyi's eyes were slightly lowered, revealing a bit of half-truth and half-false sadness.

Xu Simian: "..."

He glanced at the Bentley who had been parked beside the door for who knows how long, and the meaning was self-evident.

Wen Ciyi followed his line of sight, and a familiar license plate number came into view. She hesitated and explained eloquently: "It's possible that it's just a coincidence."

Xu Simian glanced at Wen Ciyi, but there was still no expression on his face: "Since the seniors have cars to pick them up, I'll go and do some business first."

After saying that, Xu Simian turned around and passed by Wen Ciyi.

Wen Ciyi swept her eyes and saw that Xu Simian walked away neatly without even looking back, but it didn't matter, she didn't gain anything, after all, she already knew her junior's WeChat account.

With a bright smile on her face, she quickly walked towards the Bentley, her ponytail tied back and waving gently.

Under the tall and proud rows of sycamore trees, the Bentley moved slowly with the traffic. Xu Simian's eyes followed the rear of the car until it disappeared, then he looked back and turned into the teaching building.

Wen Ciyi had only been away for a short while when the company became chaotic and paper manuscripts were flying everywhere. After Wen Ciyi entered the office, he changed into a simple black suit in the cubicle and the door was knocked.

"Enter."

"Mr. Wen, here are this year's financial statements." The minister came in with a document and said.

Wen Ciyi didn't move his eyebrows, and a document was quietly placed on the bright marble countertop.

She moved her eyes away from the computer screen, her legs crossed naturally, and her warm eyes fell on the document. She opened it and flipped through it. For a moment, it seemed that all she could hear was the rustling of her fingertips across the page.

The sound and the air seemed to condense slightly at this moment.

"Redo it." Wen Ciyi could only read a few pages before throwing it away expressionlessly: "The data is wrong and missing, the audit is not rigorous, and the financial department's analysis is not in place."

The minister was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "But Zhu Wen, this batch of data was just approved this morning."

It means that no matter how wrong it is, it cannot be so wrong.

Wen Ciyi leaned slightly, her knuckles lightly clasping the marble tabletop. She sat casually, but her eyes were a bit indifferent and cold. She said, "Are you questioning my ability?"

Invisible pressure is threatening to come, and a chill from all directions quietly fills the office.

The minister quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "If you don't dare, I'll take it back and let them do it again."

Wen Ciyi glanced at him lightly, but the minister was so frightened that he didn't even dare to express his anger.

"Go." Wen Ciyi said simply. Her voice was not loud, but every word and sentence seemed to hit someone, "Oh, don't come in front of me if you don't do well in the future. The company told me

The mission is not for you to fool around like this and leave if you really can’t do it.”

The office door opened and closed again. Wen Ciyi rubbed her dizzy temples, opened her email and started processing replies.

As soon as I opened the software, a new email suddenly occupied the screen, with small red dots jumping and flashing on it. Wen Ci thought it was spam and was about to drag it into the recycling box.

The red dot jumped heavily, and Wen Ciyi's eyes paused, noticing the anonymous sender below.

By some strange coincidence, Wen Ciyi gave up the idea of ​​throwing it into the recycling bin and clicked the button. The page displayed only a short line of words: It will rain later, remember to take an umbrella.

Wen Ciyi raised her eyes and looked out the pleated window. The green leaves were swaying in the wind, still shining brightly. Her eyes fell back on the anonymous letter on the computer.

Wen Ci thought of something, opened the screen of his phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Xu Simian, whose avatar was a puppy: "Junior, remember to bring an umbrella when you go out."
Chapter completed!