Gao Ziyin sent a WeChat message to Song Xun: I like it very much, thank you, it’s too expensive.
The other party replied: I'm glad you like it. Other female colleagues are not as easy to please as you. Some asked me to buy a Chanel hobo bag, and some wanted Hermes. Your price is very low.
Gao Zinyin smiled, feeling quite at peace, without a trace of guilt.
She didn't know what a Chanel hobo bag was, but Hermès was incredibly expensive, and everyone in the world knew it.
To be fair, it is true that Gao Ziyin owes him a huge favor. Gao Ziyin feels that she will go through fire and water to repay Song Xun's favor.
But girls all love bags.
Gao Zinyin sat in her seat and looked at the bag carefully. The leather was very soft, the texture was harmonious, the lines were rigorous, and even the logo was very grand and noble. This was the first time Gao Zinyin had seen such a luxury bag. The bag she carried was only a few dollars at most.
She was holding her bag and looking at it intently when Jiang Yan came out of his office.
Gao Zinyin realized it belatedly and quickly put her bag aside.
Fortunately, Jiang Yan didn't say anything, or maybe he didn't even notice anything.
Gao Ziyin worked in the office for a while and then went home after get off work. She still took the bag with her, which was packed in a dust bag. When she took the bus, she was afraid that she would be squeezed by others.
After returning home, Sun Juan asked Gao Ziyin what it was.
"It's a bag given to me by a colleague." Gao Zinyin took the bag out of the dust bag and carefully checked if there were any scratches on it.
Sun Juan wants to see it.
Gao Ziyin quickly took it away and stopped him from looking at it.
"What treasure?" Sun Juan asked. "Three thousand?"
"Three thousand."
Sun Juan clicked her tongue a few times. "Is it the man who settled the debt last time?"
"Um."
"I'm attracted to you. If I had a son-in-law like you, I'd rather have someone as virtuous as Xu Sinian. I'm optimistic about him," said Sun Juan.
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. His family must be quite rich. He bought more than a dozen bags for his female colleague this time. Mine are just second-rate. So, treat everyone equally and don't speak so vulgarly about him." Gao Zinyin said seriously.
Sun Juan glanced at Gao Ziyin with the air of an experienced person. "If he's someone like Xu Sinian, be careful or I'll beat him out with a stick."
"Hurry up and make your wontons." Gao Zinyin said.
Sun Juan was only in her forties. Before Gao Zihan fell ill, she owned a wonton shop. It wasn't a big shop, but it was enough to make a living. If Gao Zihan hadn't been ill, plus Gao Zinyin's salary, the three of them could have lived a good life.
Sun Juan's wontons are so delicious that everyone around here knows about them.
The next day, Gao Zinyin did not carry the bag Song Xun gave her. It was too expensive and she was reluctant to buy it.
During lunch, many female colleagues asked, "Xiao Gao, why haven't you been carrying the bag Song Xun gave you these past few days?"
Gao Ziyin was too embarrassed to say that she was reluctant to part with it, and only said, "They just gave it to me, and I'm carrying it on my back. I have to be more reserved and carry it on my back in a few days."
"Why are you being so reserved? We've all got them, so hurry up and let's see tomorrow whose looks better." The female colleague added, "He gave me an LV bucket bag. It would cost around three or four thousand in the US. What's yours?"
"Mine is almost the same. We definitely can't favor one over the other. Otherwise, everyone will tear it apart." Gao Ziyin said, and laughed.
Song Xun's good popularity in the company is no exaggeration.
Because his colleagues said this to him on the day before, Gao Zinyin carried the bag the next day.
Looking left and right, this bag has really improved my grade a lot. It is many times better than the previous bag.
Tian Gao Ziyin’s class has a special sense of ritual.
I left the office, made tea for Jiang Yan, and when I was taking it to his room, I suddenly heard a sound from inside.
Gao Zinyin was startled. Usually at this time, Jiang Yanyu was not there.
Judging from the voice, it seems to be a woman.
When Gao Ziyin opened the door, she just heard Jiang Yanyu say, "What do you like about me?"
Because he was writing with his head down, and Gao Zinyin was standing at the office door without looking at anyone else.
So, Gao Zinyin thought Jiang Yanyu was talking to her.
It sounds like a casual flirtation, maybe Mr. Jiang likes this kind of tone.
She really liked him, but she herself didn't know what she liked about him. Anyway, from the first sight, he was in her heart, and she fell deeper and deeper in love with him.
"I—" Gao Ziyin didn't know why Jiang Yanyu suddenly asked this question so early in the morning. Since the question had come down, she had to answer it. Just as she was about to utter the word from her throat, she heard another female voice say, "Look at what Mr. Jiang is asking. You should be asking what you don't like about you. You have so many advantages, too many to count, and they are all advantages that women love to die for. As for the disadvantages, I haven't seen any so far."
Gao Ziyin tilted her eyes and saw that the woman's body was sunken in the sofa.
The sofa and the door were in the same direction, so it was normal that Gao Zinyin didn't notice.
She was being sentimental again.
Gao Ziyin put the tea leaves on the table and turned to leave.
I feel particularly uncomfortable. There are always women around President Jiang. How long has it been since An Ning left, and another one has come?
When turning around, Gao Ziyin glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye. Her features were particularly delicate and she looked very familiar.
When I came out, I heard the woman say again, "Why doesn't Mr. Jiang find someone who's first-line? With your status, as soon as you make a statement, all the female stars will rush over."
"No. It's a big target."
Gao Ziyin returned to his desk, feeling particularly unhappy.
She kept pinching her palms, which hurt, and she also kept biting her lips, almost making them bleed.
Not long after, the woman came out of Mr. Jiang's office.
A graceful figure and a disdainful look.
Gao Zinyin suddenly remembered that this was a third-tier little actress named Fu Rong.
He has acted in many dramas, but he is very low-key and never hypes himself. His dramas are popular but he himself is not. He also rarely has scandals and I heard that his private life is very clean.
I guess this is the person that I introduced to Jiang Yanyu last time.
Gao Ziyin hated that man in his heart.
Pimp.
That day, Gao Zinyin did not go to Jiang Yanyu's office again, and Jiang Yanyu did not call her.
As soon as it was time to get off work, Gao Ziyin sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yanyu: Boss, it’s okay, I’m leaving first.
In the past, Gao Ziyin had never been so bold. When Jiang Yanyu didn't leave, she never took the initiative to mention leaving. She always waited until her boss left before leaving.
But today, Gao Ziyin was angry and didn't mind letting Jiang Yanyu see it.
In Gao Ziyin's eyes, Jiang Yanshi seemed to be a winner, and everyone was chasing after him. But in Gao Ziyin's view, he accepted everyone who came and was a prostitute, an oiran. He would sleep with anyone who took a fancy to him, without any principles. Even if the person he slept with was someone he specially selected for a good figure and appearance, it could not change the fact that he was a high-class oiran.
When he asked, "What do you like about me?", it seemed like flirting, but now, Gao Ziyin imagined herself as a woman in ancient times saying to her client, "What's so good about me? What do you like about me, sir?"
So, without waiting for Jiang Yanyu's reply, Gao Ziyin left.
After walking down the corridor, Jiang Yan sent a single word: OK.
It can be seen that even when she was angry, no one took her seriously.
When I passed by Song Xun's office, Song Xun just came out of his office.
Said, "You're off work so early?"
Gao Ziyin hummed, then added, "I'm carrying the bag you gave me. I like it very much."
Song Xun lowered his eyes and glanced at Gao Ziyin's bag. "As long as you like it."
After going downstairs, the two people parted ways.
Gao Zinyin got on the bus home and kept looking out the window.
It was winter, and it was already dark at six o'clock.
The car had been driving for about twenty minutes when Gao Zinyin looked outside casually. There was a car outside that seemed to belong to Jiang Yanyu. It was the super luxurious Maybach he drove daily, and the license plate number was the same.
You know, Jiang Yan's home is in two directions from here, it's impossible for Jiang Yan to come here.
What is it for?
Gao Ziyin's heart was pounding. Could it be that he came here specially because he was angry with her?
But think about it, how is it possible?
It's impossible for him, who is so proud.
It just so happened that Gao Ziyin’s bus stop had arrived.
Her home is located in a group of bungalows that are about to be demolished. Because this is the old city area in the past, they dare not demolish it easily.
Because transportation was inconvenient inside the old house, Gao Ziyin had to get off the bus outside and walk for ten minutes before returning home.
Even Gao Zinyin's house is an old one with an antique feel.
No matter how good it looked to outsiders, Sun Juan still felt it was inconvenient. Taking a shower was particularly inconvenient. Moreover, the interest rate on the house was very low, and she had long wanted to live in an apartment building.
Jiang Yan seemed to have parked the car in a parking lot and got out.
Gao Ziyin was particularly curious about where Jiang Yanyu was going, so he kept following him.
The moonlight in winter is particularly cold. When you exhale, the moon becomes blurred.
The moon was beautiful at night. Gao Zinyin stared at it cautiously from behind, his heart pounding.
Jiang Yanyu was still wearing the short woolen coat, the same one he wore when fighting with others.
Looking from behind, his back is very straight and his shoulders are very broad, giving him a sense of security.
Gao Zinyin's heart was beating very fast, and kept following.
As soon as he turned a corner, Jiang Yan'er's figure disappeared.
Lost you?
Gao Zinyin was very surprised and took two quick steps to catch up.
Unexpectedly, his arms were suddenly held behind his back, and his body leaned forward. Just when Gao Ziyin was panicking, he fell steadily on his arms.
Gao Zinyin was bent over with one of his hands tied behind his back, and he looked extremely miserable.
"Why are you following me?" Jiang Yanmin's voice came.
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