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Due to Feng Jian¡¯s current status and the public impact of Wanyun¡¯s marriage, he was no longer allowed to have work meals with his subordinates every day. And because of his aversion to social interaction, it is naturally impossible for him to frequently attend social banquets.
Wan Yun had seen a man who was so busy with one thing that he didn't know whether to tell the difference between morning and dusk, and it left a deep impression on him. He has a true workaholic personality and ignores others and himself.
Feng Jian once took her to a tea restaurant where she could order food without a menu. Apparently, this was how to provide energy when she was a bachelor.
Nowadays, companies and enterprises are advancing hand in hand, and Feng Jian still insists on working even though he is ill. That person's personality obviously doesn't pay much attention to diet. He just muddles along, doing well if he has something, and getting confused if he doesn't. He is so stubborn that he doesn't even bother to eat snacks and sweets.
But the main daily energy supply is only coffee and bread, and dinner cannot be eaten on time. No wonder I have lost so much weight during this period¡ª¡ª
Wan Yun pursed her lips.
The two of them lived under the same roof, with the rooms only five steps apart. She didn't notice how thin he was. What's even more surprising is that Feng Jian never told her about Zhen's mother's long-term neglect of him - it is true that Feng Jian is a little disgusted and dissatisfied with Zhen's mother's eyes, but who doesn't Feng Jian think?
She sat on the sofa, waiting for Feng Jian. Later in the night, there was a soft click on the door, and Feng Jian walked in while coughing.
The lights were not turned on in the living room, and the tropical fish tank in the distance gave off a faint light. The hand control is right next to you. In the middle of the night, in silence, the moment when the lights of the big villa suddenly light up may be very warm, and it always makes people feel that there is something to look forward to.
Feng Jian looked into the darkness expressionlessly and loosened his tie impatiently. He thought he wouldn't turn on the light, so it would be better to stay in the dark. The most energy is consumed when the light bulb is on.
Feng Jian threw his suit on the back of the sofa and walked to the refrigerator to drink water.
The feeling of being sick is terrible. Sometimes I have fever and sometimes chills. I feel stuffy no matter what I wear. Despite this, Feng Jian didn't regret too much about taking a cold shower that night - if he didn't take a shower, more embarrassing things would probably happen later.
The desire of the body is such a burden. Wanyun's feeling seems to be still in his hand. Feng Jian doesn't want to admit that as a man, his concentration has not been cultivated to that high level. If he is so crazy that he touches Wanyun's bedside with tens of thousands of checks, he would rather catch a cold. And die.
¡ª¡ªThe first time can be said to be a mistake, but the second time is a choice. Wan Yun, a woman like this, kept saying that it was illegal to kill someone, so there was really no way to get rid of her.
Feng Jian sighed silently in the darkness, picked up the phone and ordered food first.
There are only high-end restaurants at the foot of the mountain along the villa in the middle of the mountain. For the taste, Feng Jian is willing to tolerate its price for the time being, but it's a pity - "I want pork chop rice and milk tea with ice What? It's too late? Again?" We need to close the door If I call you every night, at least you can use different reasons to refuse food delivery to deserve my triple tip¡ª¡ª"
It was not enough to eat, which was a problem, so we passed many tea restaurants along the way. Unfortunately, there were paparazzi following the private car, so Feng Jian could only ask the driver to buy food, and he was not used to having a driver. After doing this several times, I really lost my appetite, so I simply went back to the villa.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?????????????????????? ????????? ????? ? wealthy family¡¯s old-fashioned big family has the habit of locking the kitchen at night, Zhen¡¯s mother has a habit of not waiting, has long been given up. The refrigerator in the living room only contains wine and beverages, which are dazzling and colorful. Feng Jian ignored the bottles and did not drink any liquid except mineral water. After confirming that takeout was not possible, he picked up a few apples on the table and walked upstairs whistling in a low voice.
Feng Jian didn¡¯t even see Wanyun on the sofa, and still had zero sense of the presence of others. Wan Yun could have called him, but she fell silent after the words, and could only stare.
After the man came back, he only appeared in the foyer, the refrigerator, the phone, and the stairs. Feng Jian is obviously used to this kind of night life. Situations like this, where you are forced to get married, but no one cares about you, and you always come and go alone. Wan Yun wondered if she could be as safe as Feng Jian - maybe she would be more reluctant, maybe she would have a worse temper.
But Feng Jian never complained.
In the early morning of the second day, Feng Jian got up early and went downstairs, and found that his breakfast had been prepared and placed on the table. He raised his eyebrows and then put away his surprise when he saw Wan Yun appear.
"Come back?" He nodded.
Without Jane¡¯s mother, mornings lacked a certain vitality, but were more peaceful. Feng Jian closed the newspaper while serving dishes and glanced at the new-faced servant without any further questioning or curiosity.
While he was eating, he heard the woman opposite ask him softly: "Come back for dinner tonight?"
Feng Jian had to think about it: "I have a meeting tonight and I'll probably be back very late. You guys eat first."
Wan Yun stared at the opponent holding the??The newspaper, and after a while he said: "I asked someone to leave some food for you. By the way, this is the new kitchen person at home. He will wait for you. If you need anything when you go home at night, you can also ask her to do it for you." You do something. As for Jane¡¯s mother, she will be borrowed by my mother for the next two days¡ª¡ª"
How could Feng Jian listen to these trivial matters, nod casually, and then said frankly: "You can make full decisions about these things at home, and there is no need to report to me."
No answer was heard after a while, Wan Yun was looking at him silently. Every time he was looked at by her autumn-like eyes, Feng Jian felt like his body was pricked with pain.
His pupils contracted and he asked tentatively: "What happened?"
After a while, Wanyun said, "It's okay." He looked away.
Feng Jian looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Isn't Mama Zhen your nanny since childhood?" He then said calmly, "Ask her to come back quickly after helping her at your mother's house. Do you like to use Isn¡¯t he a skilled worker?¡±
Wan Yun wanted to talk to him, but couldn't find a particularly good starting point for the moment, so she raised her eyebrows slightly.
Feng Jian had already pushed away his chair and stood up. After breakfast, he was ready to leave for work.
"Is your cold better?" Wan Yun asked again, putting his hand on the table, "Today at noon, do you want your family to bring you lunch and cold medicine?"
Feng Jian simply wore his coat and looked at her in shock. After a while, he said, "I'm fine." He then asked Wan Yun hesitantly, "Nothing really happened?"
After getting the affirmative answer, he suddenly remembered something. Feng Jian frowned and paused, took out something from his wallet and put it on the dining table.
"You keep the money I give you and spend it for yourself. Also, if I need a suit, I will buy it myself. Thank your mother for your concern for me." He knocked on the table habitually and looked at Wanyun again. Then left.
On the table was the check he had written to Wan Yun before, and now Wan Yun was the only one left in the living room. She watched quietly, then folded the check in half.
Before getting married, Feng Jian had only accepted three media interviews.
Strictly speaking, there is only one time.
The first time was when a young person who had successfully started his own business and was still a little-known figure came on stage and hummed a few meaningful words, which was the right to speak.
The second time was at a charity fund-raising auction. Someone who had barely reached the level of the poor said that he had doubts about the supervision and effectiveness of charity, so he would never donate.
The last time the city attracted new businesses, someone had a five-minute speech. He directly pointed out many shortcomings such as the city's small market and single financial market, and sharply rebutted that if supporters were optimistic about this place, why not invest first¡ª¡ª
For example, they are too realistic, always utilitarian, straightforward, highly purposeful, and have no illusions about people. Neutral words on the negotiating table in the literal sense never please the general public in real life.
Artists are more suitable to be deviant. A prosperous businessman with a prosperous career has still not learned to be tactful. It is unbearable to be so smelly and hard. It is unbelievable that Feng Jian is so full of all five poisons.
Wan Yun closed the last newspaper, thinking that perhaps the most unbelievable person now was herself. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com