Chapter 91 Who asked him to ask for praise?
When Jiang Tingwan walked out of the box, Wen Nian was already leaning against the wall in the corridor waiting for her.
She raised her eyebrows: "You came out so soon, it seems that you are still not dedicated enough."
"My sister always leaves me alone."
Wen Nian's voice was full of grievance, like an abandoned little animal.
"I'm doing this for your own good."
Jiang Tingwan's high heels stepped on the marble floor, and the crisp sound echoed in the corridor:
"Didn't you say you wanted to see me? How can I meet you if I don't get the project?"
Wen Nian was almost so angry at her that he laughed out loud.
She said it as if it was a matter of course, as if it was natural for him to sacrifice his looks.
But he still walked to the car with his usual smile and took the lead in opening the door for Jiang Tingwan.
Jiang Tingwan sat down and a folder was handed to her.
"Sister, the contract has been signed."
Jiang Tingwan paused.
She originally planned to let Wen Nian be punished by President Meng for a while and then go back to rescue him, but was interrupted by Ou Shan. So she planned to make another appointment another day, but she didn't expect that he completed the signing alone.
She looked up and down at the young man standing outside the car. His gray hair shone silver under the neon light, the collar of his white shirt was still straight, his tie was unmoved, and he still looked harmless, without any trace of anything.
"What are you thinking about, sister?"
Wen Nian leaned over the car door and suddenly came closer: "I got this with my professional ability."
His breath smelled like mint candy. "Mr. Meng praised me for my good M&A plan."
Jiang Tingwan chuckled, opened her notebook to check her emails, and ignored him.
Wen Nian went around to the other side and got on the car, and started to act cute again:
"Such a big project, sister, you don't even praise me?"
"So what do you want?"
Jiang Tingwan asked casually without even raising her head.
"That's awesome, ok?"
Her perfunctory tone was evident in her words. Her eyes were still fixed on the email on the screen, but her left hand reached out and rubbed the top of his head.
The moment their fingertips sank into the soft gray hair, they both froze.
Jiang Tingwan realized what she had done and turned her head stiffly.
Her fingers still lingered in Wennian's hair, which felt softer than she had imagined.
Wen Nian's breathing stopped suddenly. The warmth from her fingertips seemed to have magic, burning every nerve in his body through his hair.
This unintentional movement made the originally normal air in the car suddenly become sticky and ambiguous.
His gray hair was messy because of her rubbing it, and a few strands of hair hung in front of his forehead, making him look younger than his actual age.
It was rare that he did not take the opportunity to act like a spoiled child, but just stared at her quietly.
"The commission will be paid to you."
Jiang Tingwan changed the subject abruptly and slowly withdrew her hand. The screen was showing jumping data, but the touch of his hair was still lingering on her fingertips.
She pursed her lips in a rare expression of annoyance.
It was all because of the pet products IPO project last week. In order to win it, she spent a week playing with the company's boss's dog.
Among them, there was a German Shepherd who particularly loved playing with a ball. Every time she picked it up, she would bark twice and ask for a touch, which made her develop the habit of touching its head at will.
Who asked him to ask for praise like that just now...
In the dim carriage, only the cold light from the laptop screen illuminated Jiang Tingwan's delicate profile.
Wen Nian didn't know how long he stared at Jiang Tingwan in the dim car. The car window reflected the stiff reflections of the two people.
Normally, he should have taken the opportunity to act coquettishly and ask for a reward, but at this moment he was speechless.
The fragrance in the car mixed with her scent, weaving an impenetrable net in the darkness.
"elder sister."
Wen Nian spoke softly for some unknown reason, and this time his voice was not as sweet as usual, but carried a rare calmness.
"Um?"
Jiang Tingwan still stared at the screen.
"Is the matter between you and Mr. Song... true?"
In fact, he had just been at the door for a while.
He heard it.
I heard her say to Ou Shan, "Don't underestimate the relationship between me and Mr. Song."
He knew about the Ou family's affairs, and he also knew that Jiang Tingwan and Ou Ya were having a big fight, and Ou Shan would definitely come knocking on their door.
But when he heard Jiang Tingwan say that calmly, he subconsciously clenched his fists.
Originally, he still hoped that her feelings for Song Zhi were just a casual affair, just like her feelings for him.
But that kiss under the night sky and the words she said tonight, combined to form the answer he least wanted to see.
He shouldn't have asked these questions, but the sudden touch made him distracted and he actually asked what was on his mind.
Jiang Tingwan turned to look at him.
The moment their eyes met, Wen Nian found that he could not see through the emotions in her eyes.
The neon lights outside the car window flickered, casting tiny shadows in Jiang Tingwan's eyes, like a galaxy rippling on the surface of a deep pool.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and silence spread in the car.
Wen Nian was shocked to find that he had been able to get the question from people with ease, but now he felt like a prisoner awaiting trial.
Just as Jiang Tingwan raised her red lips and was about to speak——
"It turns out that my sister likes someone like Mr. Song."
"No wonder you look down on me."
He suddenly spoke, his usual tone returning to its final note like a seductive silk thread, and he leaned back in his seat pretending to be relaxed.
No one knew that during that moment of waiting, his heart was sinking.
And when he saw her about to speak, his chest skipped a beat.
Jiang Tingwan chuckled when he heard this:
"What are you thinking about? Don't ask questions, kid."
She turned her head back to processing the email.
The moment she turned her head, the curve of Wen Nian's mouth disappeared little by little, and finally turned into some obscure expression.
He propped his head up and looked at her reflection in the car window, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the ends of her hair that she had just touched.
The disordered heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent carriage.
He rarely has such an out-of-control reaction.
Wen Nian lowered his eyes, feeling the resonance in his chest——
He just wanted to play around, how could he...
Are you really afraid of her answer?
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