Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Xu Nianzhi said: "I have a chance to talk to you." He hastily prevaricated Xu Nianhe.

When passing by Xu Nianhe, Xu Nianzhi stretched out his hand to hook her arm, and pulled Xu Nianhe towards the restaurant.

"What... Sister, what are you saying now..." Xu Nianhe muttered all the way.

……

Outside the glass door just now, Xu Nianzhi was actually curious why the other party would suddenly talk to him.

Without twists and turns, Wen Siheng's question was straightforward, and he said straight to the point: "Why do you suddenly want to donate to the foundation?"

"That's all you want to ask?" Xu Nianzhi lowered his head and laughed softly.

"Your question is very unreasonable."

Wen Siheng glanced at Xu Nianhe, then looked across the Luojiang River, "I would like to hear more about it."

"It's not that you don't know about Luo University's Department of Architecture, half of which was originally donated by our group?"

"I've been working on education for so many years, donating to a foundation is not a big problem." Xu Nianzhi looked at Wen Siheng's question absurdly, and cast a sideways glance.

"That's true, but," Wen Siheng turned his head to meet Xu Nianzhi's gaze.

"Now is not the time when you Horizon can still donate to the foundation."

Xu Nianhe’s family’s building materials company, Horizon Inc, started from her grandfather’s generation, and it can almost be said to be the ceiling of the family business’s operating model.

The company has always been the leader in the industry, and the head of the company has been passed down from their grandfathers to their fathers, and now the management rights have been passed on to Xu Nianzhi.

When Xu Nian took office, he immediately changed the name of his company to a foreign style, and prepared a new project team for the company to prepare for listing.

Expanding overseas sales markets and routes, various strategies are enough to show the ambition and ambition of the new CEO.

"The news report came out?" Xu Nianzhi's face looked a little pale, and his slightly parted lips trembled unconsciously.

"No." Wen Siheng denied her guess, and Xu Nianzhi looked slightly relieved.

"But if I can hear the news, the business capabilities of your public relations department still need to be strengthened."

A little tired under the delicate makeup, Xu Nianhe's face darkened, and he sighed before speaking again: "I want to leave a way out for Nianhe."

Only the rustling of the leaves was heard by the wind, and after a long silence between the two, they heard the crisp knocking of glass behind them.

When she turned her head, she saw Jian Anran lying in front of the window.

"Girlfriend?" Xu Nianzhi gave this side a look, and immediately turned his back, "Are you still a student?"

"No," Wen Siheng replied, "it's my wife."

In Xu Nianzhi's gradually dilated pupils, Wen Siheng smiled and opened the glass door of the balcony, signaling her to leave first.

"It's not like your style, you're not like this..."

Xu Nianzhi seemed to want to say something more, but finally closed his lips, and they saw that the inexplicable conversation came to an abrupt end.

Before entering the room, Xu Nianzhi's eyes paused on Jian Anran for a while.

After eating, Xu Nianhe and the sisters seemed to have no intention of leaving, and after sitting for half an hour, Jian Anran couldn't sit still.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Wen, let's go back first." After a long time of mental construction, Jian Anran finally made up her mind and got up and said.

"Ah?" After recovering from the pleasant chat just now, Tang Yirui looked up at Jian Anran with some doubts.

"I'm leaving now? Don't sit down for a while."

As she spoke, she added another sentence: "It's been a long time since Siheng came back..."

Falling into an embarrassing situation, Jian Anran was even a little hesitant and didn't know what to do.

Tang Yirui just talked to Xu Nianhe the whole time, holding her hand kindly all the time, smiling from ear to ear.

Even with her own son beside her, Tang Yirui never gave him a look.

"It's because I have something to do later. The school recently left a teacher, and things in the department have increased a lot."

After Wen Siheng finished speaking, he didn't know if it was Jian Anran's illusion. He felt that his eyes glanced at Xu Nianzhi intentionally or unintentionally.

"About work..." Tang Yirui looked a little regretful, "Then it really can't be delayed, you can go now."

It wasn't until she walked out of the living room and blocked all sight behind her head that Jian Anran really felt relieved.

I'm already tired of watching Xu Nianhe and Tang Yirui's "Mother and Daughter Love", and I don't want to see Xu Nianzhi sitting there with an airs.

People who don't belong here in the first place, then leave directly.

For a moment, she suddenly thought of the concept of "the right family".

I have asked questions on social media before: Is it better to be happy with each other, or to be a good couple?
Although most of the comments below are "adults don't do multiple-choice questions, they want both".

However, many people still feel that the concept of "matched families" is too old-fashioned, and young people in the new era still think about it.

From Jian Anran's experience in this half-semester, it is not unreasonable for the ancients to propose "the right family".

Being crushed under various unequal conditions all the time, she sometimes even feels that she can empathize with Monkey King.

There is a kind of despair that I don't know how to turn over, let alone whether I can turn over.

The huge gap caused a girl from a well-off background to suffer blows again and again. In the past, she had never denied herself again and again like this.

The thoughts that had been extinguished several times before had a tendency to revive, and this time she seemed to have finally made up her mind.

Pulling away the co-driver of the silver sports car, a collector's edition of "Ten Books on Architecture" was placed on the black leather seat.

"Ten Books of Architecture" was written by the ancient Roman architect and engineer Vitruvius. It is the first book to discuss architecture in a systematic way, and it is also the first professional masterpiece that puts forward evaluation standards and aesthetic norms for architecture. The position in the minds of architecture students is extraordinary.

On the transparent plastic package that has not been opened yet, there is a small piece of rice paper.

【Enron received】

The fonts on the rice paper are natural and smooth, every stroke is just right, and a warm feeling is outlined between the brush and ink.

Picking up the rice paper and looking at it for a while, Jian Anran looked up at Wen Siheng.

He just glanced at the paper and said, "It's my dad's writing."

Looking up at the heavily closed door, Jian Anran immediately turned around to pick up the books and rice paper on the seat, and put them on her lap.

Wen Siheng asked, "Are you going back to school?"

"Take me home." She replied lightly.

There was indeed something going on at the school, Wen Siheng sent Jian Anran downstairs and then turned back.

As soon as she got home, she immediately opened WeChat, and Jian Anran sent a message to Ning Beibei.

[Jane: Help! (Help)】

Ning Beibei on the opposite side replied in seconds: [? 】

After explaining the ins and outs, Jian Anran didn't see the reply from the other side for a long time.

Ten minutes later, there was a new message alert, and I saw Ning Beibei send a sentence——

【on the way】

Recently, I am catching up on ddl, and I haven’t slept for three days o(╥﹏╥)o, temporarily change it to one update a day, and it will resume immediately after a few days are over! !