Feed the tiger with her

Liu Tezhu spoke very carefully, and Jian Zhiyan listened very carefully.

After an hour, this simple teaching ended smoothly.

As soon as the files were closed, Jian Zhiyan smiled and thanked, "I didn't expect there to be so many ways here."

"No way, doing business is all about profit. Even if we have a good relationship with Zhongjun, we can't trust them. There must be one thing we should do."

"I see."

Holding the documents, Jian Zhiyan came out of the CEO's office, took the elevator, and went down to the 22nd floor, just in time to meet the lady at the front desk, holding a bouquet of flowers, and overcoming all kinds of envious eyes, she came to Jian Zhiyan.

"Miss Jane, someone sent you flowers."

I don't know if there are 99 delicate and charming red roses, but the warm and vulgar beauty clearly tells others that Jian Zhiyan is being pursued passionately.

There is no woman who does not like the scenery of this moment.

But Jian Zhiyan was very indifferent, and asked, "Who sent it?"

"I don't know, professional delivery, there is no card in the flower, I don't know who it is." The front desk lady has already checked it secretly, and said mysteriously, "It may be someone who has a crush on you."

Jian Zhiyan smiled agreeably, "Tear it apart and distribute it to each female colleague."

The front desk lady was taken aback.

Such a beautiful flower, she thought that Jian Zhiyan was going to accept it, but she didn't expect that she didn't care at all, and would divide it up...

Kind of a pity.

But think about it, Jian Zhilei's younger sister is so beautiful, how can she lack a crush.

"Then I will thank Miss Jane for my colleagues."

The lady at the front desk happily hugged the flowers and began to distribute them to everyone. Each person had a red rose, which brought a small wave of joy in the office.

Jian Zhiyan didn't take it seriously, returned to her work station, and was about to go to work when her phone vibrated suddenly, and a screenshot came in from WeChat.

From Lu Yin.

That picture explained Jian Zhiyan's question this morning - why Lu Yin didn't come to the appointment, but didn't say in advance - he didn't press the send button, and the edited line of text was piled up in the input box.

Afterwards, Lu Yin's text message followed.

[In any case, missing appointments is my problem. 】

I don't know if this counts as an apology, but Jian Zhiyan felt tired and didn't know what to do with the other party, so she asked directly.

[The rose is from you. 】

Her tone was too sure, and Lu Yin must have caught it, [Did you coax you? 】

Actually not.

Even though she understood that Lu Yin missed the appointment because Yue Ke's drinking situation was really special, she still felt that it was a pity last night. It was a meeting she had been looking forward to for a long time, but with Lu Yin, it was so flimsy and not worth mentioning. .

Holding the phone, Jian Zhiyan was a little disappointed, but she didn't know whether Lu Yin should know this feeling.

While hesitating, Lu Yin sent another text message.

[Or else, ask your friend out again. 】

He wanted to make amends, but—

【An Ge has already gone back. 】

After Jian Zhiyan sent this sentence, she never took her eyes off the phone. She wanted to see Lu Yin's reaction, but after waiting for a long time, she lost her mind for a moment and walked back, but the phone was empty.

Lu Yin did not reply.

Until she got off work, Jian Zhiyan still didn't receive any news from Lu Yin. So far, she somewhat understood that Lu Yin's patience was not unlimited.

He can coax her twice, which is already a rare favor.

Jian Zhiyan felt that today was another bad day.

After being exhausted, I returned to the apartment, and the house looked brand new.

Aunt Hong came here today. In addition to cleaning, she also made seafood pasta and put it in the refrigerator.

Last time, when I saw Jian Zhiyan cooking chicken soup by herself, Aunt Hong blamed herself very much. She always felt that Jian Zhiyan had been wronged a lot. From then on, whenever she came to clean, Aunt Hong would cook something for Jian Zhiyan .

After the noodles were heated in the microwave, Jian Zhiyan brought the plate to the living room, sat on the floor, and twisted the fork.

It may be that the house is too big and too empty, and eating alone is too boring. She reached for the remote control, raised her hand to open Netflix, chose an American TV series, and let out a little sound, which made the family popular.

The next day's work was as busy as usual.

Jian Zhiyan had a meeting all morning, and it was almost lunch time before returning to her seat. From a long distance, she saw a large bunch of red roses on the table, and she was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Chi and his colleagues booed and laughed.

At this time, the receptionist came over and said with a smile, "Miss Jane, your rose, the second wave, is on the table for you."

Jian Zhiyan was a little surprised, she thought that Lu Yin's patience had run out, and everyone started a cold war as a matter of course, but unexpectedly, the man was still sending flowers.

What does this mean?
It means... is he still willing to coax her?
As soon as Jian Zhiyan had this idea, she immediately punctured her naive fantasy.

This idea is really a bit pretentious. Most of the time, Jian Zhiyan is sober and rational. She never easily believes in the affection of men.

Especially for a man like Lu Yin, affection is not just as cheap as sending flowers.

So, again, Jian Zhiyan stopped the front desk lady, "Divide the flowers."

Front desk lady: "Are you sure? Miss Jane."

Jian Zhiyan said flatly, "Sure."

"As long as you keep sending flowers, you will keep dividing them, and you don't have to ask me any more."

Jian Zhiyan passed by, looking for a cup of coffee to renew her life, leaving the people behind with different expressions.

Not only the front desk lady was extremely surprised, but even Zhang Chi and the men who were listening by the side also showed complicated expressions.

Such a beautiful woman, such a cold heart, cannot be moved by a bouquet of red roses a day, what kind of man will she fall in love with?
Lu Yin's roses were still being delivered every day, and it was the seventh day.

In the office on the 22nd floor of Jinjing, the female colleagues are used to receiving flowers, but Jian Zhiyan is getting more and more unhappy.

That feeling is indescribable.

There are flowers without sincerity.

I only saw Lu Yin's flowers, but not Lu Yin's people, not even a text message. This is called Jian Zhiyan's illusion——

The flowers may have been ordered by Lu Yin's secretary, but the secretary forgot to ask the florist to cancel after the first delivery because she was busy with other things, so she just kept delivering them.

In the eyes of everyone, she is surrounded by romance, but in fact, this may just be an oolong for the rich.

Jian Zhiyan didn't like the flowers that Lu Yin sent, and even started to hate the red roses. When she was worrying about getting rid of it, a small incident happened.

Bai Chengqi took the initiative to invite Jian Zhiyan to dinner.

After returning to China, for the first time in history, Bai Chengqi looked for her, as if he had something to do, everyone blocked Jinjing downstairs, Jian Zhiyan had no choice but to meet him.

When Jian Zhiyan walked into the restaurant, she saw Bai Chengqi at a glance. He was wearing a white David coat and a gray down vest. He looked very young, but what was even more eye-catching was that there was a white cloth on the seat next to him. potted plant.

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