Chapter 1006: Editor-in-Chief Mu and President Xiao Jiang

Mu Yanzhu thought about seeing Jiang Qingchi again.
Perhaps it was walking on a spacious road. She raised her head inadvertently, and he turned his eyes, then looked around.
He has a beautiful family around him, she is a lonely family.
Perhaps she would also laugh at herself at the moment she passed by, "Why was I blind in the first place, and I fell in love with this simpler."
Maybe she will smile and nod her head, saying "Congratulations, Mrs. Jiang is very beautiful, I wish you a good future."
That should be five years later, she thought so, because three years were long and long, and short and short. If nothing else, she and him would not meet or reunite.
I can't think of...
Right now.
A bit embarrassing situation.
His suit and leather shoes, the posture of Zhilan Yushu, the hair shovel on both sides are short, thinner, and darker. The only thing that remains unchanged is that he is as shining as before, and there is no place on his body that attracts her.
Chu Xiangchen released his hand in an instant.
It was not because of Jiang Qingchi's oath just now.
But because of the light in Mu Yanzhu's eyes.
It turned out that "he" came.
He thought "he" would not come, but he came.
...
Ten minutes later, the box inside the cafe.
Three years ago, in front of the pavilion of the school library, he said, Jiang Yan, you are cruel.
He walked very lightly when he left, and he has been silent and indifferent for three years.
Three years later, the two sides sat face to face. Mu Yanzhu thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a name by which he could be called.
She glanced at him calmly, only to find that he was also looking at her, his eyes were very deep, the former domineering and publicity restrained, with a little complicated precision.
"Editor Mu, lucky to meet."
After Jiang Qingchi's voice fell, Mu Yanzhu pursed his mouth, and found that he still couldn't find a name to call him.
Jianghe?
Jiang Qingchi?
Still a strange and polite "Mr. Jiang".
Seeing her worries, Jiang Qingchi took out a business card from the inside of the placket and handed it over with two fingers.
"General Manager of Jiang Nian Group Branch, Jiang Qingchi."
It is a gold-plated business card. The three characters "Jiang Qing Chi" in the middle are printed in Song typeface. These three characters are very good. They are all left and right structures. At first glance, they seem to be atmospheric and graceful, all reflected in There.
"... President Jiang."
"You can call me President Xiao Jiang, Jiang is always my dad."
Hearing that she curled her mouth, her smile was faint and inaudible.
"What does Xiao Jiang do?"
Jiang Qingchi only answered a few words, but put out the residual light in Mu Yanzhu's heart.
"Talk to editor Mu about cooperation."
...
Five minutes later, Mu Yanzhu signed his name in the lower right corner of the contract.
"It is an honor for our magazine to cooperate with a large group like Jiang Nian."
"Why don't you say the name of the magazine?" He locked her eyes.
Mu Yanzhu's face was calm: "What? I think my magazine has a promising future, and its performance is like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, so it is named Jianghe. Is there any problem?"
"Hard mouth."
"What did you say?" Mu Yanzhu did not hear him clearly.
"It's okay."
Jiang Qingchi stood up, his gestures exuded a mature taste, this is a natural temperament, three years have polished him more refined.
"I wish Jiang Nian and Jiang He a happy cooperation."
"Well, if Xiao Jiang has nothing to do, I will go back first." Her face was always calm.
"What does that boy outside have to do with you?"
"..."
Mu Yanzhu, who was turning around, was silent for a moment.
She looked at him again, "Then I asked Mr. Jiang, what is my relationship with him, and what is it with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"What am I talking about? You left and came back three years, saying "Don't come and be safe, and then I have to bow to you?"
"The walking person looks like you, Jiang Yan."
"There is no such person as Jiang Yan in the world. Three years ago, he was scattered."
After speaking, Mu Yanzhu left.
The moment I closed the door, my eyes were red and wet.
...
The way Chu Xiangchen and Mu Yanzhu walked side by side was speechless.
There was a peony in full bloom on the roadside, and Chu Xiangchen picked a smaller one and handed it to Mu Yanzhu's hand.
"Sister, flowers have a re-opening day, no one will be young again, sister should consider it."
"..."
"Sister, I want to ask you a question."
"Ask." Mu Yanzhu tightened her palm, and the flower was also pinched into a ball in her palm.
"Is he your ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Then he is back, will my sister get back with him?"
"..." Mu Yanzhu silently shook his head.
"Let me check, is he suitable for my sister? For someone as good as my sister, he said he didn't want it back then. Now he is back to look for my sister. What do you think of my sister?"
After speaking, Chu Xiangchen looked at Mu Yanzhu.
"I will be with my sister during this period. If my sister gets back with him during this period, I will leave my sister immediately and not cause my sister a little trouble. Is this okay?"
"Why, even if I don't get back with him, I won't be with you."
"What hurts..."
Chu Xiangchen said, covering his chest as he did last time, putting on a deeply injured expression, but taking the opportunity to shed two tears, thinking that Mu Yanzhu hadn't seen his tears.
He raised his head again and raised a big smile.
"Just do what I said. If I have time, I will go and meet him. If it's a scumbag, I don't need my sister to go out. I punch him to the ground!"
"..."
Mu Yanzhu wanted to tell Chu Xiangchen that Jiang Qingchi was a good fighter, and he couldn't beat him, but after thinking about it, he still didn't speak.
It's not that she doesn't worry about Chu Xiangchen.
Rather, she felt that Jiang Qingchi would no longer recklessly punch.
Chu Xiangchen turned and left, crying as he walked, raising his head to look at the moon in the sky, why did the tears still flow when he raised his head.
He returned home without a word, and went back to the room, learning to stand upside down.
Tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
It turned out to be a lie!
He let go, and slumped to the ground decadently, panting, unable to tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face.
...
Mu Yanzhu's apartment is on the third floor.
This is a two-bedroom and one-living house. From the mortgage to the down payment, including the decoration, she took the money herself.
Six months ago, she had already paid back all the money for the house.
The phone vibrates constantly, all of which are blessing text messages sent by colleagues, wishing her a happy birthday, wishing her a smooth job and good health.
She was replying "Thank you" one by one, and a phone call came in.
Mu Yanzhu picked it up.
This process was very difficult, as if it had been heavy after three years.
"it's me."
"I know." Mu Yanzhu said lightly.
"Why do you know?"
"Do you have anything to do, President Xiao Jiang?"
"If you are not asleep at midnight, go downstairs. I'm downstairs at your house."
"doing what?"
"What do you say, I remember your birthday every year."
Jiang Qingchi finished speaking and hung up.
For the first time in his life, Mu Yanzhu hoped that he would not have insomnia, and that it would be best to sleep until dawn.
The facts let her down, she tossed and turned to 11:30, not sleepy at all.
He told her to go downstairs, so she has to go downstairs?
What logic is this?
Moreover, in what capacity did he let her downstairs?
Ex-boyfriend? Work partner? President Xiao Jiang?
Yes, even after three years, he is only 23 years old this year. He is still at the age of grace and prosperity. The Yushu is in the wind, the majesty is in the air, and the fingers are hooked, and countless women are in droves.
Don't want to think about this man.
My heart didn't listen, so I thought of three o'clock in the morning.
Is he really downstairs?
Still lied to her, saying that on purpose?
At five o'clock in the morning, Mu Yanzhu couldn't hold on anymore, put on a coat and went downstairs to see what happened in person.
If things go against your expectations, then just give up, anyway, maybe he has changed, and he will never be like before. Once she called, she sent a message "Jianghe, if you don't get down for three minutes, I will ignore you,",
Then a young man with a foamy head ran down in two minutes and explained in a panic, "I was taking a shower just now and didn't look at the phone. I didn't mean to not come down."
Never again.
Things are right and wrong. The sweetness between me and you was three years ago, more than 1,000 days, and more than 26,000 hours.
...
Jiang Qingchi was smoking.
He picked up a cigarette in one hand and leaned against the long and narrow car body. The silvery white moonlight fell on his feet, giving him a sense of reality that the lead was completely faded. It was still that handsome face, thin. Lips, smoke rings, squinted slightly.
Only then did Mu Yanzhu discover that the two men were similar in their facial features.
And in an air.
At this moment, she was convinced that Jiang Qingchi was the son of Jiang Beiyuan, the nobleness of gestures, the coldness of the world, and the gentleness that was superior, not close to people, but attracted people to approach.
The moment she walked past, Jiang Qingchi extinguished the smoke.
"I thought you would not come down today."
"I always have to go to work."
"Five in the morning, go to work?"
"Why do you smoke?"
"You are still the same as before. When you encounter a topic you don't want to talk about, you will immediately switch off the topic."
Jiang Qingchi said lazily, "But this is a good question, I can answer you."
"You still talk so much nonsense as before." Mu Yanzhu was not polite.
He smiled, a sparkling light flashed through his eyes.
"This is the fourth time I smoke."
"When was the first time?"
"The night we broke up."
…
Mu Yanzhu hated himself for asking a stupid question.
But the beginning of the story, just like the beginning of the story, you can only continue to tell, even if you expose your scars, you must bite the bullet.
"What about the second time?" she asked again.
"On your 25th birthday."
...
"What about the third time?"
"Your 26th birthday."
...
Mu Yanzhu left him alone.
Jiang Qingchi personally replaced her:
"What about the fourth time? Your 27th birthday today."
If the words are engraved, they will also punish the heart.
He only smokes once a year, should he say that he is deep or stubborn.
Jiang Qingchi opened the co-pilot, took out a birthday cake and a box of mangosteen from it, and put it on the ground.
"You said that your greatest wish is to eat mangosteen every day, and it is realized."
A box full of mangosteens, small and exquisite, about a thousand touches.
The moonlight is dim, and Mu Yanzhu's nose is sour, "If it's okay, I will go back."
The back was jerked into a embrace.
Two sturdy arms lay in front of her, holding her tightly, and he rubbed her neck with familiar strength.
"Happy birthday, my Jiang Yan."
"..."
Thinking of breaking up for ten days, he lay on her neck and shoulders, crying like a child, saying that we would not break up.
She could say happily that day, don't break up.
It's been three years since we broke up.
Jiang Qingchi, Jiang Qingchi, why don't you come back to me after 30 years of separation?
Mu Yanzhu broke his hands with decisive strength, one after another, until he completely broke him apart.
"Why come to me now?"
"What do you mean?" Jiang Qingchi looked at her and asked.
"What am I going to say, what am I talking about? Say you didn't contact me for three years and suddenly came to me because you wanted to get back together and couldn't let go of me. I can't bear it anymore and can't forget me?"
"..."
He stared at her silently for a while.
When her mood calmed down a bit, she said:
"If I would say something sweet to you, would you believe it? In other words, would you listen? So those are useless. It's better for me to prove it with actual actions. Why should I come to you?"
His slightly cold palm touched her cheek, just right down.
"Go back, take the cake, I will move the mangosteen to the door, and I will give it to you after you finish it."
"..."
Mu Yanzhu didn't take anything, mangosteen, and cake.
She went upstairs, returned home, and walked to the bathroom. Through the dark brown blinds, she saw the black Bugatti Veyron still parked in the same place.
The man leaning against the car is no longer visible.
Thinking of the picture of him smoking just now, three points sad and seven points calm.
After all, he became what she wanted him to be.
But why does the heart hurt so much.
Her hands dropped, covering her eyes, and tears slid down her fingers.
...
Its daybreak.
What happened last night was not a dream.
It was placed in front of her house because of that box of mangosteen, demonstrating its absolute status.
There is also the cake, left intact by the door, without any wrinkles in the box.
Chu Xiangchen delivered milk today and came one minute late, so when he came over, he also saw a large box of mangosteen in front of Mu Yanzhu's house.
"Sister, who gave the mangosteen?"
As soon as he said the words, he didn't hear Mu Yanzhu's answer, and when he saw the cake next to the mangosteen, he understood seven points.
"Does Sister like mangosteen?" Chu Xiangchen asked again.
"I liked it before," Mu Yanzhu said, "If you like to eat, you can take it."
"Sister, if you don't want to eat, feed the dog! There are many stray dogs in the community!"
Feed the dog? How willing?
"Am I going to take the subway, together?"
Mu Yanzhu quickly turned off the topic.
Chu Xiangchen nodded and handed her the milk.
"I'm late today, sister hurry up to drink, it's still warm."
"Thank you."
This is Mu Yanzhu's first time to untie Chu Xiangchen's milk.
She took a sip and frowned, "It's too sweet, it really doesn't suit me."
Chu Xiangchen pretended not to understand, tilted his head and replied: "Then I will give my sister another flavor next time, the one that is not sweet or sour."
"You are so stupid, so stupid."
"Hey, stupid people are stupid!"
In the afternoon, Chu Xiangchen was called home by his father and asked him to accompany him on a business trip.
"I don't go to Zhicheng, can't you go by yourself?"
"You accompany me to meet the big boss and have a long experience, otherwise you can do live broadcast all day, can you do it for a lifetime? Man, the ambition has to be high, these days only business can make a lot of money, don't you understand?"
"I don't understand."
! ! !
Father Chu was going to be off by him, "If you don't understand, you have to accompany me. You have no class on holiday now, don't stay at home!"
"If I don't go, I have important things to do every day. If I go, things will stop!"
"What is it? I will let the butler do it for you!"
"No! You have to do it yourself to make sense!"
"Just a long business trip, can I send you back tomorrow morning, okay?" Chu's father compromised.
Chu Xiangchen understood his father's temperament, and it was not easy for him to compromise.
Besides, if you come back tomorrow morning, you can still send milk to Mu Yanzhu, and you can still send flowers to her at noon without delay.
So Chu Xiangchen agreed.
On the way, I asked my father which big boss to meet.
Chu's father replied indifferently: "Chairman Jiang's eldest son is now the head of the KS project."