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Chapter 60

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    Feng Jian slept in the company suite for two days.

    The sofa bed is too soft and too narrow, and the air conditioner is too cold and dry.  These details were unbearable, but the thick suit he took from Wan Yun was actually brand new. Even the cuffs were entangled with special threads and could not be untied.

    Feng Jian wanted to cut it with his hands, but the winding thread was extremely hard, and all kinds of tools kept cutting it off.  After trying several times, Feng Jian handed it over to his secretary.  However, the secretary poked him with a pen and pricked him with a needle, but to no avail.

    The two grown men were worried about their suits.

    Feng Jian waved to the secretary to go out, and then stopped Wan Ling in the corridor.

    She took one look and said, "Oh, you have to unstitch the buttons on this kind of suit yourself. Didn't sister help you?" Then she happily accepted the job.

    Feng Jian returned to the office and after sitting for a long time, asked his secretary to answer the phone call at Mid-Levels Villa.

    There was silence while waiting, until I heard Zhen¡¯s mother feeding me from the other side.  Feng Jian only had time to say half a sentence before Zhen's mother announced loudly: "Madam, my uncle's phone number."

    It was too late to hang up the phone now, and He Long's voice immediately rang: "Xiao Feng?"

    Feng Jian frowned and took the phone further away.

    Ms. He¡¯s voice is a bit strange today.

    It is different from the past depressing affectation caused by a mixture of backstabbing, ridicule and impatience.  At this moment, He Long's voice was tight, mixed with a strange gentleness and helplessness.

    "Xiao Feng? Are you looking for Wanyun? She is not at home at the moment."

    Feng Jian swallowed the remaining half of the sentence in his mouth.

    "What? You have to pick her up, of course. But you are always working now, so don't always worry about romance." He Long faked a smile, "With me here, who are you afraid of bullying?"

    Feng Jian asked clearly during He Long's one-man show: "Wan Jin hasn't left yet?"

    "What, you and Yunyun have an appointment tonight, why don't you go home and have dinner with us? Ah, of course you two don't have to worry about outsiders like us. Instead, we will cause you trouble."

    What are you talking to? Feng Jian frowned and was about to hang up the phone.

    He Long stopped him again, hesitating to speak.

    To describe He Long's mood at this moment as complex or entangled, it would simply insult all the pessimistic and unwilling adjectives in the world.  She gently held the microphone with her well-maintained nails and strangled Feng Jian for the umpteenth time in her fantasy.

    He Long took a breath and said softly: "Xiao Feng, have you always been sincere to my Wanyun?"

    Feng Jian was stunned.

    This question was only asked by He Long a few times at first, and then He Long answered it himself.  Now that the old things were brought up again, she finally had the patience to listen to him, but he could no longer treat her perfunctorily.

    Feng Jian was silent for a moment and asked: "What is sincerity?"

    This answer was obviously not what He Long expected, not even verbal comfort.  In the fantasy, Feng Jian had been strangled to death by her.  But in reality, He Long had to hide his sadness and anger to face that brat.

    He Long met Wan Jin's gaze from afar, smiled magnificently, turned his back to Wan Jin, and said solemnly into the microphone: "What is sincerity? Feng Jian, you have to remember to keep yourself clear, if  If you cause any more trouble and drag Wanyun down, see if I don¡¯t break your legs¡ª"

    As a result, Feng Jian sneered and hung up the phone.

    Wan Yun has also been tortured by He Long these days.

    That night, He Long only said his name and suddenly stood up, leaving Wan Jin behind and interrogating Wanyun.

    In the end, Wan Yun took Wan Jin to take a bath. He Long stood outside the door, still using the sentence patterns of "how" "how can" "in the end" "or should I say", and kept nagging.  .

    Wan Yun helped Wan Jin bring a change of clothes: "Will you sleep with your sister today?"

    Wan Jin shook his head hesitantly, but still looked at her with eyes filled with tears.

    Wan Yun smiled bitterly: "Feng Jian is not a toy. It would be unrealistic for you to ask me to give him to you now. Moreover, I will not give him to you."

    Wan Jin lowered his eyes to hide his emotions: "Is that Zhou Yu the young master of the Zhou family in the circle?"

    Wan Yun packed up Wan Jin¡¯s clothes, then nodded expressionlessly.

    Wan Jin is still dubious: "If it's really him, why didn't my sister marry him at that time? The Zhou family's conditions are so good and they are better than Feng Jian in everything. What happened in the first place?"

    Wan Yun turned off the light in the bedroom and said softly: "I will only answer one question one night, good night."

    Before returning to his room tiredly, Wan Yun paused, then turned around and pushed open the door of Feng Jian's bedroom opposite.

    Turn on the lightExcept for the slightly messy desk, Feng Jian's bedroom was the same as when he first moved in.  Feng Jian seemed to regard this place as a high-end hotel and stayed here temporarily. His personal belongings were only placed in the bathroom.

    Wanyun stared at the room for a long time, not sure what he was thinking.  When the lights were turned off, he turned around and found He Long looking at her meaningfully.

    "The girls I raised are all stupid girls."

    He Long shook his head and left.

    The curator called Wanyun, feeling unusually lacking in confidence.

    Wanyun asked, and finally found out that the curator wanted to go through Wanyun's back door.

    "You can arrange for my Xiaoke to work in Feng Jian's company. It doesn't need to be a very good position, just the front desk." The curator waved his hand.

    Wan Yun was not interested: "What can that foreigner do?"

    The curator coughed: "I asked Xiao Ke, he is in the fourth year of high school and majoring in science and engineering. Isn't Feng Jian Company in need of science and engineering talents? Look, there are many matching majors!"

    "He studied in high school for four years?" Wan Yun couldn't help but frown.

    The curator choked and said sadly: "Anyway, you have to help me."

    Wan Yun is not sure about this.  First of all, Feng Jian would not accept the resume in person. Secondly, she was sure that he was not someone who would be accommodating in official matters.

    The curator encouraged her: "Why not? Give it a try. Didn't my little Ke please him very much last time?"

    Wan Yun asked curiously: "Why are you willing to send him to Feng Jian's office? With two professions, doesn't he have a bright future as a model?"

    The curator's face was full of righteousness: "What's the future in this land of sensuality? In this circle, male models are replaced faster than female models. I'm still optimistic about Feng Jian, even though she's a bitch, a scumbag, selfish, perverted, boring, and has an incorrigible personality.  , but Feng Jian¡¯s heart is upright. Even though his heart is as hard as a stone, he is still very generous in dealing with people who agree with him. "

    Wan Yun interrupted the curator with a smile: "When you come to me to do something, you must tell the truth, and then I will believe you."

    "This is the truth."

    The curator¡¯s categorical gaze hesitated slightly amid Wanyun¡¯s silence.

    He finally said: "Well, the reason why I want to send Xiao Ke to Feng Jian Company is because Feng Jian Company's salary is very high. I have inquired that among companies of the same level in the industry, the salary of Hongsen Controls is comparable to that of large enterprises.  Gee, Feng Jian really knows how to retain talents."

    Wan Yun smiled, noncommittal.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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