Chapter 8 Are you familiar with each other?
Cen Wan asked Ji Yuanchen once, and he relented.
However, she could not find the emerald copper ore she wanted.
Ji Yuanchen was in Shen Yixiao's office, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. He searched the pile of stones for a long time and muttered to himself, "There are only these two green ones. Why did Miss Cen say they weren't?"
He also secretly went to his old man's house and took pictures, but there was nothing there.
It's really strange.
The sound of the stone falling on the table was so loud that Qin Yanxiu, who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, finally couldn't help it.
"Are you going to rebel?"
Ji Yuanchen checked the photos Cen Wan sent him again and again, then handed the phone over. "The set you sent is right here. How could it be gone?"
Qin Yanxiu didn't even bother to look at it: "Then why don't you ask the owner of this office?"
"Brother Yi? Brother Yi is in a meeting? What does it have to do with him?"
Just as he finished speaking, the protagonist of the topic pushed the door open and came in. He looked at the two people in the room and said lazily, "Do you think this place is a shelter?"
Come hang out with him whenever you have nothing to do.
Qin Yanxiu rubbed his temples: "You are quiet here."
Ji Yuanchen looked up and asked, "Brother, are all the stones I brought here?"
Shen Yixiao glanced at him nonchalantly: "You spent all this time just looking for stones?"
Ji Yuanchen frowned: "I promised Miss Cen to give it to her, but now I can't find it."
"Do you know each other well?"
"I'm not that familiar with her, but she's a really nice person. She's pretty and gentle. Brother Yi, do you mind..."
Ji Yuanchen cleared his throat and continued, "I introduced her to my uncle. It just so happens that my uncle has been under a lot of pressure from his family recently. He is also an artist, so they should have a lot in common."
Qin Yanxiu covered his eyes, unable to bear to watch.
This kid is really asking for a beating!
There was a nonchalant smile on Shen Yixiao's lips, but there seemed to be a dark glint in his eyes, like a precursor to a coming storm.
He sneered: "Why should I mind? When your uncle gets married, remember to treat me to a glass of wedding wine."
Ji Yuanchen: "Of course! What's our relationship?"
Qin Yanxiu stood up unsteadily and prepared to slip away: "My agent needs something from me, so I'll be leaving first."
"No..." Before Ji Yuanchen could finish his words, Qin Yanxiu had already slipped away.
There were only two people left in the office, and Shen Yixiao extended his hand towards Ji Yuanchen.
Ji Yuanchen was puzzled: "What?"
Shen Yixiao raised his eyelids: "Cellphone."
Although he didn't understand why, Ji Yuanchen still handed it over obediently.
Shen Yixiao lowered his head, his slender fingers sliding across the screen, and the curve of his mouth froze little by little.
After a while, the phone was thrown back into Ji Yuanchen's arms.
Ji Yuanchen lowered his head and glanced at him in disbelief: "Brother Yi, you..."
"What's wrong with me?"
"No, nothing..."
He doesn't dare to say it even if there is one.
Ji Yuanchen lowered his head and looked at the message twice, the expression on his face was like a color palette.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Yixiao looking at him with dark eyes: "What's wrong, Brother Yi?"
Shen Yixiao: "Are you still not leaving? Waiting for me to treat you to a meal?"
"Ah?" Ji Yuanchen looked confused. "Didn't you make an appointment with Miss Cen?"
Shen Yixiao didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly.
A chill ran up his spine, and Ji Yuanchen quickly changed his words: "Then I'll go find Ah Yan!"
After saying that, he quickly walked out of the office.
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When standing under the Xingchen Media Building, Cen Wan hesitated for a moment.
Ji Yuanchen asked her to meet at Xingchen, so wouldn’t Shen Yixiao be there too?
However, Ji Yuanchen said that the minerals and gems were all here and let her choose for herself.
After hesitating for a moment, she stepped inside.
As soon as she entered the door, a handsome young man in a suit and glasses walked towards her: "Excuse me, are you Miss Cen? Please follow me."
Cen Wan subconsciously thought that it was Ji Yuanchen who asked him to come, so she didn't ask any more questions.
When they reached the top floor, the man took her directly to an office, raised his hand and knocked on the door, then extended his hand to her: "Ms. Cen, please come in."
Cen Wan pushed open the door and walked in. In the spacious and bright office, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window was a large desk, and next to it was a comfortable-looking sofa.
Behind the desk, a man in a white shirt sat with his back to her.
Cen Wan frowned. This didn't feel like Ji Yuanchen.
Before she could come to her senses, the person at the table had already turned around and raised his eyebrows when he saw her: "What are you doing here?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Cen Wan's eyes. Is this Shen Yixiao's office?
Before her brain could process, she subconsciously explained, "Master Ji asked me to come and select the ore."
Shen Yixiao raised his eyes and looked her up and down. He felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. He needed to put on makeup and dress up to meet Ji Yuanchen?
She was wearing a white new Chinese style embroidered short-sleeved shirt and a light-colored slit denim skirt. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her temperament was extraordinary. She was both fairy-like and beautiful.
There is a bit more gentleness and coldness than when they were together.
Seeing that Chen Yixiao didn't say anything, Cen Wan looked over and felt that his gaze was deep and hot, with a terrifying sense of oppression.
Her heart trembled, she pursed her lips, and picked up the phone: "Is he not here? I'll send him a message to ask."
Shen Yixiao said in a cold tone: "He's not here, the stone is over there, go choose it yourself."
There was a pile of ore on the table next to her. Cen Wan didn't expect that he didn't make things difficult for her. She said thank you and walked over.
She moved very gently, handling it with care, trying not to make any noise.
Behind her, Shen Yixiao narrowed his dark eyes and looked at her intently.
Cen Wan carefully checked and found that the piece she wanted was not there. However, she remembered that the collection was here except for the dark green one.
Why was the piece she wanted missing?
After waiting for so much effort, is everything going to be in vain?
Cen Wan took out her cell phone and wanted to ask Ji Yuanchen again, but a voice that could not be distinguished between joy and anger sounded from behind her.
"You know him well?"
Cen Wan had just clicked into the chat interface with Ji Yuanchen when her fingertips trembled, and she turned around and almost bumped into Shen Yixiao's arms.
The hard chest was pressed against her, with a burning temperature, and a familiar breath came over her, wrapping her up like an airtight net.
Long-forgotten memories followed.
At that time, Shen Yixiao also liked this. He trapped her in his arms, held her hand and stroked every inch of his body, and asked her again and again if she liked it.
At that time, his eyes were full of doting, but now, there is only coldness.
Cen Wan met his deep eyes and regained her composure, "I can't say we're familiar."
Shen Yixiao lowered his head and moved closer to her little by little.
Cen Wan subconsciously stepped back until her lower back hit the edge of the table behind her. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she felt a little helpless: "Chen Yixiao..."
Shen Yixiao suddenly stopped moving and chuckled: "You don't think I'm going to do anything to you, do you?"
Cen Wan pursed her lips and said nothing.
Shen Yixiao stood up straight, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her mockingly: "Cen Wan, four years have passed, and this is the progress you want to pursue and the life you want to live?"
"Begging for favors in a humble manner?"
Shen Yixiao's tone and expression were like thorns that pierced Cen Wan's heart.
She pulled the corners of her lips and forced a smile: "I'm fine now."
Shen Yixiao frowned slightly, his expression seemed covered with a layer of frost.
fine?
Shen Yixiao looked at her calm expression, his chest rising and falling slightly, his dark eyes locked on her tightly, his voice cold: "Have you ever regretted it?"
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