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◎Like having an affair◎
You Zhuo is very fast.
Maybe he was afraid that He Chifeng would really get upset.
He directly packed up several GB of stuff and sent it over.
You Zhuo: [If that's not enough, I still have more.]
The accompanying picture is a naughty emoticon.
He Chifeng: [Get lost...]
He randomly picked one and clicked it.
Although He Chifeng didn't want to admit it, he really wanted to verify whether he had been holding it in for too long. If he wasn't too hungry, why would he have that feeling when he saw Jiang Suiyun?
But it turned out that when You Zhuo dragged him to watch it, he found it very boring and even felt disgusted at one point, and he still feels that way now.
This time, He Chifeng watched it for five minutes, and finally clicked the small cross above the video with a calm heart.
It’s better to go run on the treadmill and blow off some steam than to watch this.
So before going to bed, He Chifeng ran for another half an hour and did a hundred push-ups.
Finally, I took a cold shower and went to bed.
Early the next morning—
He Chifeng went into the bathroom with a gloomy face.
What the hell.
All night long, his dreams were filled with that beautiful fragrance.
And inexplicably... restless.
Originally, he planned to send his assistant to get the contract, but thinking about his dream last night, he felt guilty if he didn't go.
He Chifeng's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death. He picked up the car keys and walked out the door.
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Having a cold and a fever is really uncomfortable.
Jiang Suiyun was drowsy almost the entire day until she took some fever-reducing medicine and slept until the next morning, when she felt refreshed.
The man came back to life.
Only after she woke up did she realize what she had done yesterday.
When people are not sober, they are prone to doing socially damaging things.
It was a blessing that she fell asleep immediately when she saw a young master like He Chifeng, who had clearly expressed his disgust towards her, otherwise she was really afraid that he would not be able to help but beat her.
Jiang Suiyun was still frightened.
She found the contract on the table, read it carefully, and then signed it. Generally speaking, she would not procrastinate when making a decision.
When she opened her phone, she suddenly found that Shen Lan had sent her several messages yesterday.
What the hell: [Yunyun, do you still remember Teacher Wen, who taught our major? She asked me about you in a roundabout way yesterday.]
Babbaba: [Did she contact you later? I remember she liked you back then, but we've been graduated for two years now. Why would she contact you?]
I heard from others that her studio is collaborating with Cielo from Country A and is hiring designers. Do you think she's asking about you because of this?
Jiang Suiyun's eyes fell on the last message.
When Jiang Suiyun was in college, she studied jewelry design. She always ranked among the top in her major and was very talented. Therefore, more than one teacher praised her for her future success. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable.
When she graduated, Teacher Wen did invite her to join the studio and said that he could write a letter of recommendation from S University so that she could study abroad.
But she was already exhausted at the time, and coupled with her mother's illness, she was completely unable to leave Beijing.
Even though he was moved, Jiang Suiyun still declined.
After all, when a person's survival is a problem, he has no energy to think about the future.
She has been following He Linchuan for the past two years. She would occasionally draw designs and work on them from time to time, and she has accumulated a lot of drafts.
Although she wanted to return to her original job, she had always lacked an opportunity.
As for now...
Anyway, the contract has been signed, and she won't even stay in Beijing for a long time.
Jiang Suiyun suddenly felt a little excited and wanted to give it a try.
Although she didn't know whether Teacher Wen was willing to accept her now, she still wanted to give it a try.
Jiang Suiyun: [Push Teacher Wen's business card to me.]
What the hell: [OKOK! Actually, I've always felt that your design talent is being wasted working at Shengrong!]
Ba Ba Ba T what: [I'm going to push you right now! ]
Jiang Suiyun clicked on the business card, carefully chose his words to write a self-introduction and greeting, and then sent a friend request.
Finish everything.
She finally realized that she was starving.
I originally thought of ordering takeout, but when I thought about it would take at least half an hour for it to be delivered, I might as well go to the kitchen and make something to fill my stomach.
Because I don’t like having outsiders at home, the aunt usually comes once every three days to clean the house, buy daily necessities, and restock the refrigerator.
There are a lot of frozen foods in the refrigerator.
Jiang Suiyun cooked herself a bowl of crab roe noodles and added fish balls, ham and vegetables.
After serving the noodles, she fried two eggs in the pan, insisting on not mistreating her only child.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Jiang Suiyun took the spatula and went to open the door.
The person who came was He Chifeng.
Jiang Suiyun was stunned at first: "Didn't you say the assistant would come and get it?"
"Heh." A short, cold laugh. "What's wrong with me coming?"
He Chifeng didn't look very well today, but because he always had a sour face, Jiang Suiyun didn't notice anything wrong.
She was about to get the contract when she suddenly smelled a burnt charcoal smell.
Her eggs!
"Wait wait! My eggs are going to burn!"
Jiang Suiyun hurried back to the kitchen.
He Chifeng made an impatient "tsk" sound.
Also came in.
After entering, he inevitably began to look around the house. Yesterday he just glanced at it, but today when he took a closer look, he unexpectedly found that the decoration was quite warm, which was different from the gold-digger he had imagined.
Similarly, this is also a home style that He Chifeng has never encountered in his twenty-plus years of life.
childish.
The walls are covered with watercolor paintings, and there are teddy bears and colorful blankets on the sofa. Looking over, there is a large area of flowers and plants growing vigorously on the terrace. Countless colors fill the same space, yet they are just right and harmonious.
It can be seen that the owner has good aesthetic taste.
The display cabinet next to the sofa is filled with various handicrafts.
Among them, gemstone inlays account for more than half.
Some of the designs are very unique and novel, and even He Chifeng was unconsciously attracted to them.
It's different from what you see in auction houses on weekdays.
He noticed that every box on display had SY printed on it.
SY, follow the cloud.
He Chifeng raised his eyebrows.
It's not just a vase.
Next to the shelf are two porcelain dolls made of clay, with names written on their clothes with colored paint.
Jiang Suiyun & He Linchuan
He Chifeng felt a little disgusted.
It is hard to imagine that someone like his brother would do this with Jiang Suiyun. It can only be Jiang Suiyun's wishful thinking.
He suddenly felt like laughing. Could it be that she really fell in love with his brother?
Turning around, He Chifeng fixed his gaze on the stack of financial magazines under the coffee table. On top of the stack were several suspense novels and jewelry appreciation books.
The books are large and small, and look a bit messy.
The black tea on the coffee table is the brand his brother is used to drinking.
The tea set was custom-made, and he was very familiar with it because it was the same type used in the old house.
Obvious signs of life.
The corner of He Chifeng's mouth dropped.
Who is his brother?
He is so obsessed with cleanliness that he has to bring his own bedding when staying at his old house, and he will ask his assistant to disinfect the hotel when staying in a five-star hotel on a business trip, not to mention other things.
But now he actually allowed his personal belongings to be mixed with this woman, blending without any boundaries.
There's even a sense of marking territory.
It's really ridiculous.
So, when Jiang Suiyun came out with a bowl of noodles with a black fried egg, she suddenly felt a strange gaze cast at her.
She said politely, "Have you eaten yet? I didn't have time to eat last time. I'm so sorry."
When He Chifeng saw the charred egg, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
This once again refreshed my understanding of Jiang Suiyun: his cooking skills are extremely poor.
He cracked his knuckles and suddenly laughed. His elder brother, who always looked down on others, would fall for such a person?
It's really unbelievable.
But before he could say anything, the doorbell rang again.
Jiang Suiyun saw through the peephole that it was Butler Wu, who was actually He Linchuan's personal assistant.
She hurriedly pushed He Chifeng inside.
Because every time I come, the housekeeper basically brings me something.
So the cloakroom was filled up a long time ago, and Jiang Suiyun converted the guest room into a special place to store bags and jewelry, and all the things that were delivered later were also placed in the guest room.
So I only hesitated for a moment.
Jiang Suiyun chose to stuff the person into the cloakroom next to the guest room.
"Go in and hide."
He Chifeng frowned: "Why should I hide?"
"I'm the housekeeper sent by your brother. You don't want your brother to find out about your relationship with me, do you?" Jiang Suiyun didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her choice of words. Besides, she had to leave secretly. She couldn't be discovered by He Linchuan now, otherwise she would be dead.
He Chifeng glanced at her.
"What do I have to do with you?"
"This is a money transaction. You better hide well. Don't come out and don't make any noise."
Although Jiang Suiyun had made mental preparations, he obviously did not do enough.
The moment I opened the door, I was stunned by the row of people standing outside.
"What are you doing?"
She smiled awkwardly.
Then the housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, we were sent by the master to help you move."
Jiang Suiyun: ???
As they spoke, these people put on shoe covers, gloves, and various tools and came in through the door.
It looks like a professional and efficient moving team.
"Wait!" Jiang Suiyun stopped the housekeeper. She never expected that He Linchuan would send someone over so suddenly.
Jiang Suiyun's pupils dilated as he thought about what excuse he should come up with.
The housekeeper seemed to notice her reluctance.
She took the initiative to say, "Miss Jiang, the master said that we must finish moving today."
It would be better not to say this.
Jiang Suiyun knew that the housekeeper only listened to He Linchuan's orders, so he could only raise his voice and say, "Don't enter my room! I'll clean it up myself."
There is a door connecting the room and the cloakroom. She hopes He Chifeng can understand what she means.
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He Chifeng opened the door and entered the room.
The room is divided into two completely different spaces by a door.
It's noisy outside, but quiet inside.
He smelled a rich fragrance in the room, stronger than any time he had smelled from Jiang Suiyun.
It was like wrapping him completely.
This is an extremely private space.
The room was noticeably messier than outside.
The cabinet door was not closed tightly, and he saw all kinds of nightgowns inside, mixed in with a few men's shirts...it was obvious who they belonged to.
He Chifeng glanced at the set of lace bras and panties casually thrown on the bedside, and his eyes were suddenly burned.
He looked away.
The door was suddenly opened and closed, and Jiang Suiyun rushed in.
Then he saw Jiang Suiyun making a "hush" gesture at him.
The woman's expression was lively, her red lips slightly parted. He Chifeng's gaze lingered on her lips for a second, his Adam's apple rolling, and then he looked away with a cold face.
No one knew that the moment their eyes met, He Chifeng suddenly had the illusion that the two were having an affair behind his brother's back.
【Author’s words】
【He Chifeng's Little Theater [Eating Melon]】
Before forgetting one's roots: "I really don't understand how my brother fell in love with you?" (sneer of disdain)
After forgetting his roots: "Now, I know better than him." (eyes burning)
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