Chapter 170 She actually felt sorry for him.
The person on the black swivel chair didn't move at all, his eyes still half closed.
Mu Jia approached and found that he had some new stubble on his chin, which looked bluish-gray in the morning light, and he looked unusually decadent.
The feeling of a hangover is not pleasant.
Mu Jia drank too much twice and vomited that night, tossing and turning in bed.
What's more, he came to work early in the morning. Even though he looked rich, he was not always so carefree.
Mu Jia couldn't help but look at Xie Siyan's face, and suddenly his heart trembled - he realized what he was thinking.
She actually felt sorry for him.
Feeling sorry for a man is not a good sign.
Mu Jia covered her face, but the words had already been said, so she simply plucked up the courage to go around behind him with her fingertips suspended in the air.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of cedar on Xie Siyan's body made her eyes hot.
"...Then I'll give you a massage."
The last word was almost in his mouth.
Mu Jia gently placed his thumb on his temples and felt a burning sensation.
He was not completely unresponsive. With her first movement, Xie Siyan's breathing obviously stopped for a moment, and the muscles at the back of his neck tightened under her fingertips.
"…Does it hurt?"
Mu Jia circled his tense brows with her fingertips while lowering her eyes to observe his expression.
Before she could come to any conclusion, Xie Siyan suddenly leaned back, resting the back of his head lightly on her chest. After two years of absence, Mu Jia's heart couldn't help but skip a beat at the sudden intimacy.
"Go on." The other party said vaguely.
Outside the window, the morning sun has risen completely.
The sunlight at ten o'clock noon cast the overlapping figures of the two people on the wall.
Mu Jia pressed for a while and felt his fingers sore, so he slowed down. Before he could withdraw from him, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Xie, the Development and Reform Commission people are here."
When you are in the business circle, you can’t avoid being greeted and seen off, especially the leaders of various departments. Even if you are in Xie Siyan’s position, you cannot escape this.
Mu Jia paused, staring blankly at the assistant who pushed open the door.
At the same time, Xie Siyan's assistant was looking back at her.
Fortunately, the two had met before and he was one of the witnesses who knew about their past, so he didn't show any surprise.
But it was obvious that the assistant was a little amused that she would take the initiative to go upstairs to give Xie Siyan a massage.
In front of his assistant, Xie Siyan finally stood up.
His eyes slowly fell on her pale face, then he lowered them playfully and squeezed her hand, "Wait for me?"
Mu Jia naturally wouldn't wait for him.
When he was halfway through showing his courtesy, he was bumped into by the other party's assistant. Mu Jia wanted to die.
She is really not suitable to pursue others, especially...
Xie Siyan is still pursuing Chi Wu. What do you call this? Is she trying to steal someone else's girl?
Mu Jia went straight downstairs in the dedicated elevator. As soon as he entered the office, he bumped into Xiao Lin. "Director Mu, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"
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Cheng Yu'an learned that Mu Jia had returned to China a few days later.
The two people happened to meet at a social occasion.
Cheng Yu'an was talking to an investor when his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure. The wine glass in his hand paused, and tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the liquid.
"Jia Jia?"
His gaze fixed on the figure, he took two steps forward, his voice filled with unconcealed surprise, "You're returning to China... why didn't you tell me?"
Mu Jia looked up when she heard the voice, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened the handbag chain.
Cheng Yu'an looked thinner than the last time they met.
The custom-made suit made his shoulders stand out, but the gentleness in his eyes remained unchanged for many years. Mu Jia naturally knew what he was thinking of her, but unfortunately...
She couldn't respond to him anymore.
During the year and a half in Los Angeles, Mu Jia had considered reconciling, but things in the world might just be like this, a series of coincidences.
She was hesitant at the time, and when she was about to give it a try with him, Xie Siyan accompanied Ye Zhen to Los Angeles for a performance.
My mood was completely messed up.
The words "let's try" were swallowed back before they were even uttered.
And now…
Mu Jia pursed her lips and distanced herself from him, "Job transfer."
She was wearing a pair of pearl earrings, which were so beautiful that Cheng Yu'an couldn't help but look at them. Then she said, "I'm only in the country for a short time."
These words were spoken lightly, but the smile on Cheng Yuan's lips froze slightly.
He knew Mu Jia too well.
The small movement of her biting her lip was clearly an attempt to hide something. "Really?" Cheng Yu'an looked over her shoulder, his gaze fixed not too far away on Xie Siyan who had just walked in through the door.
The other party seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned his head. The eyes behind the glasses were like sharp arrows, shooting out at the same time.
Mu Jia turned around and saw the familiar figure. He couldn't help but choke. For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was caught cheating.
Stay calm.
She said to herself in her heart.
Xie Siyan has nothing to do with me.
She tried to straighten her back, as if to prove to him that she had no guilty conscience. She pursed her lips and smiled at Cheng Yu'an, "It is indeed a short business trip."
Cheng Yu'an was a gentle person who wouldn't push anyone. Seeing that she didn't want to talk any more, he naturally didn't ask any more questions. He lowered his head to check the time and invited her, "Jia Jia, would you like to see the roadside library project I told you about last time, which is specifically invested in for children in impoverished mountainous areas?"
Mu Jia felt like he had a thorn in his back and a lump in his throat because of Xie Siyan's gaze behind him.
At this moment, she didn't care what Cheng Yu'an said at all. She subconsciously grasped his fingers and said, "Okay. Where is it?"
…
Half an hour later, the black Maybach slowly stopped in front of the development zone square.
Mu Jia stared blankly at the night library that had been completed and was waiting for the ribbon-cutting ceremony. The building was constructed with glass curtain walls and was now lit up, shining brightly. A thought emerged in his mind: Can children from poor mountainous areas really reach the Dajing Development Zone and use this library?
"All the equipment is the latest model," Cheng Yu'an stood beside her, pointing to the bright lights in the hall, "24-hour constant temperature and humidity system, reading lights imported from Germany..."
Mu Jia looked at the ribbon-cutting platform and banners set up in the square. It was obvious that the publicity gimmick was to provide financial aid to poor students.
All the preparatory work is ready.
"Mu Jia tried to hold it back, but couldn't help it anymore, so he turned around and asked softly, "How many buses does it take to get here from the nearest mountain village?"
"..." Cheng Yuan's hand that was unbuttoning his suit paused.
In the distance, workers were adjusting the sound system. The host's passionate audition voice could be heard faintly: "...The Hall of Changing Destiny..."
"Jia Jia," Cheng Yu'an suddenly turned around, his slightly furrowed brows reflected in the glass curtain wall behind him. He lowered his voice, "Some things can't be calculated in detail. The municipal government has asked Cheng's company to undertake the construction of poverty alleviation projects. If these projects are really built in the mountainous areas, how will the leadership of Jing City rely on performance?"
Mu Jia's eyes paused as he looked at him. Never before had he realized, as at this moment, that his college days had passed.
She hummed softly, indicating that she understood.
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