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    chapter Ten

    There was the sound of something breaking, and Jiang An suddenly felt difficult to breathe at this moment.  There are other men around Wei'an, and they treat her very well.  This was a fact that Jiang An had expected a long time ago, but he never expected that when he really heard these words, his heart would really hurt, as if he was being held in his hands and crushed wantonly.

    "That's it." Wei'an spoke again, and Jiang An looked up at her, her eyes were crystal clear, completely devoid of the reluctance and nostalgia he hoped for.  She really got separated from him.  So what is he doing here?  He is already married, and he is not even qualified to beg Wei An to forgive him now.  Saying anything is superfluous.

    "I'm sorry." Jiang An stood up and looked down at the coffee in front of him. Because he hit the table, ripples rippled round and round in the narrow container containing it.

    When he said sorry, was he talking about the past?  Such a thought quickly flashed through Wei An's mind.  Or he was talking about the fact that he was married.  It doesn't matter, does it.  The past cannot be repeated, and the reality cannot be changed. It is impossible for the two people who have been separated to settle down without a reason.  What's more, it's not just the two of them now, but also his current wife.  They can't be so selfish and ruin other people's lives for selfish desires.

    "It's okay." This seems to be the best answer in this situation.  Wei An also stood up from the table, and stretched out her hand to Jiang An on the other side.  Jiang An was stunned watching Wei'an's actions. Isn't this the procedure that should be followed after the negotiation.  It's ridiculous, they shouldn't be like this!  However, there is no second option.

    Jiang An hesitated for a moment and still held Wei'an's hand. The cool touch made him shiver involuntarily.  It's been a long time.  But this is also what he longed for every day in the six years since Wei An left, the feeling of her skin.  Memories finally swallowed him up at this moment, and he felt horrified by falling into a hellish void.

    It was the same feeling many years ago.  He and Wei An were still together at that time.  Wei'an's hands are always cold, and they never feel warm all year round, especially in winter, Wei'an's feet and hands are like popsicles that can't be warmed at all.  Every night, Wei An sits on the bed and reads a book, and Jiang An sits at Wei An's feet, putting her feet into his clothes and placing them on his belly. I have to admit that Jiang An still remembers that cold feeling when he thinks about it now.  I trembled all over.  It's really a good memory. At that time, Jiang An was still a poor boy with nothing, and sometimes his thinking was simple and childish, but he was satisfied with Wei'an by his side.  But now

    Because of his childishness, he made Wei An angry.  Now the meeting is like this, she is standing opposite him, but he has no reason to hold her in his arms, or warm her cold hands like many years ago.

    Laughing in vain, Wei An was taken aback, and withdrew her hand from Jiang An's.  There was still residual warmth from him on her hands, and she was ashamed to miss it.  An unknown emotion was sprouting in her heart, Wei An shook her head, tried hard to restrain her emotions that were about to get out of control, and showed a faint smile:

    "Let's go. I'll take you out." Jiang An took a deep breath, looked at Wei An with a wry smile, and nodded:

    "En. Don't be too tired, go back and go to bed early. Don't smoke, drink less coffee, and drink some tea if you are really sleepy." Such a familiar reminder, Wei An's nose felt sour, it turned out that he  Remember.

    "Well, good. You too." The simple and pale answer seems to have the feeling of being thousands of miles away.  Wei'an knew very clearly that no matter how much they were moved at this time, they could only do this, so if they didn't give hope, there would be less possibility of despair in the future.  Sensible and indifferent, this is all Wei An can give Jiang An now.

    After seeing off Jiang An, Wei An returned to intense work.  She looked at the red liquid swaying in the wine glass, which was as bright as blood, and then looked at the false and flattering people in the venue, and there was disgust in her eyes that could not be concealed.

    Jiang An is right, she has always hated such entertainment.  It's really tiring to pretend to care about a bunch of people who obviously don't have a good relationship, but this seems to be the only rule for surviving in today's society.  Whoever acts beautifully and whoever acts realistically will have the last laugh.  Wei'an has long been used to the hypocritical flattery and the sophistication of the world.  Since there is no way to change, then adapt, or you will be eliminated.

    "Wei An, your complexion is not very good." Zai Zai cared in a low voice.  He noticed just now that Wei'an seems to have a good relationship with Jiang An, otherwise, how could Wei'an, who has always been calm and rational, be so abnormal. In less than half an hour, she had already drank a bottle of red wine.  Wei An glanced sideways at Zai Zai, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

    "Wait until your wife gets married"??, you will know.  "Wait, what does this mean? Zaizai didn't understand the allusion in Wei An's words at all, and his blank expression was very cute.

    Of course, how could he understand.  Zaizai is not married yet, and of course his wife did not marry someone else in the end.  This kind of thing has always been self-knowledge, and it is ridiculous to expect those around you who are concerned about the cold and warm, but in fact, they just want to satisfy their curiosity-seeking and gossip psychology.  Wei An has always lacked trust in people, so how could she open her heart so easily.

    "It's almost time. Come with me to send the guests away, and then watch them clean up the venue. You don't have anything to do tomorrow morning. You don't have to go to the company, and you can sleep at home so as not to affect your work efficiency." Wei An turned her head  , said without squinting.

    When did she switch to work runaway mode?  Zaizai was really speechless, but he seemed to suddenly think of something:

    "Well, Wei'an, tomorrow is Saturday. Let's have a holiday." Wei'an didn't answer the call and didn't want to talk to him.

    It was almost midnight when I got home, Wei An opened the door, reached out to turn on the light, and threw off the high heels she had been wearing all day.  It feels good to feel down-to-earth, but there are still bursts of soreness in the arch of the foot, pulling the nerves in the calf.  It's a feeling I have every day, from the day I first started working in high heels.

    At that time, around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wei'an couldn't bear the pain in her feet and called Jiang An, and then Jiang An would bring her flat shoes to Wei'an's company for a reception to pick her up.  Even though there were several times when Jiang An couldn't bear to complain to Wei An: "Can't you put a pair of flat shoes in the office? I will definitely not send them to you tomorrow!" But after Wei An called the next day, Jiang An remained the same.  At the end of work, she would wear flat shoes and wait for Wei An to show up with a stinky face.

    She really still misses it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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