Qian Yan

Chapter 172
When Yan Weiran walked out of Cheng Jialu's door, he met a car stopping by the door.

The car was ordinary in appearance, but Cheng Jialu also had the same car, and he told her that because the appearance was very low-key, his elder brother gave him one too.

At that time, Yan Weiran complained in his heart, if he wanted to keep a low profile, he would buy a Wuling Hongguang, why bother with these luxury cars?

So now seeing this car, she involuntarily raised her head and looked at the person who got off the car.

And that person was also raising his eyes to glance at her, it was a young man with deep eyes, a few years older than Jialu, somewhat similar to him, but with sharper edges and corners.

The sense of oppression on his body was too prominent, which made the face somewhat similar to Jialu lose its appeal, just like the difference between a polished crystal and a broken glass.

Yan Weiran knew who he was in an instant.So she stopped, and when he looked at her, she nodded slightly.

And he cast an ambiguous look at her, without revealing any emotion, and went inside.

"Big brother."

Cheng Jialu, who was sitting at the desk, looked at the man who came in, and put down the formula in his hand.

Cheng Jiaxiu glanced at it, walked over and took the thin piece of paper, and asked, "What is this?"

Cheng Jialu knew that his elder brother, who manages everything every day, has never been interested in these things, so he just said casually: "A cosmetic formula."

Cheng Jiaxiu glanced over it and saw that there were various unknown chemical ingredients, so he threw the formula to him and motioned him to put it away.

After Cheng Jialu put the formula back in the drawer, he said: "This morning, a Chinese woman named Zhang Yuman called one of my secretary and asked to see me."

Cheng Jialu frowned and asked, "Zhang Yuman? What does she want from you?"

"Of course it's because you didn't notice for a while and caused trouble." Cheng Jiaxiu played him an audio file on his phone and said, "My secretary brought it back. You can review what you said."

After Cheng Jialu listened to the above content word by word, his face slowly sank: "Zhang Yuman, are you recording?"

"Blame us for protecting you too well, and your life circle has always been in the university research room. The important thing in life is academics. Who knows that people's hearts are unpredictable." Cheng Jiaxiu didn't blame him, just turned off the recording , got up and went to the wine cabinet to look, found a bottle of wine and took it down, motioning for him.

Cheng Jialu shook his head: "This is for you."

"It doesn't matter a little bit. Alcoholism will cause your hands and feet to tremble. Occasionally some will not affect your experiment." Although Cheng Jiaxiu said this, but also considering his poor health, he only took a cup and gave it to himself Down a bit, "Brothers from other families can sit and drink and chat together when they encounter problems. My brother is really boring."

Seeing that he dismissed the incident as if nothing had happened, Cheng Jialu could only ask, "How are you going to deal with Zhang Yuman?"

"I didn't go to see that woman, I was too lazy. But according to what the secretary conveyed to me, that woman knew how to care about us before biting you, which is not too stupid. Since she still has a brain, why do you bother me for nothing? So I'm going to give her a way out." Cheng Jiaxiu thought for a moment, then asked, "What's the relationship between her and Fang Aili?"

Cheng Jialu said: "She used to be Fang Alley's styling consultant."

"More than that. The secretary she found was the one who had been in contact with Fang Aili, and then thinking of the formula that Fang's defeat a while ago was left by her mother Zhang Sizhao, I guess, this This matter has nothing to do with Fang Aili."

Cheng Jialu also knew that everything could not be hidden from the elder brother's eyes, so he nodded and said, "I suspect that Fang Aili was related to my accident last year, so I didn't give her the perfected formula."

Cheng Jiaxiu asked sharply: "It's more because Fang Aili deliberately did something wrong with Yan Weiran, right?"

Cheng Jialu didn't speak, and acquiesced.

"Since she hurt you first, she has to bear the consequences now. Is she able to calculate our Cheng family?" Cheng Jiaxiu's voice and eyes turned cold, and he said slowly, "You handled this matter well. .”

Cheng Jialu didn't speak.

"In short, what needs to be ensured at present is your reputation and future. Since you have signed a contract with Zhang Sizhao, and now you don't abide by the contract, it is true that you have violated the spirit of the contract and caused the deceased's daughter to come to pursue it. Your reputation is damaged. So the content of that recording will reveal your identity, and we will definitely not allow it to leak out."

Cheng Jialu asked: "What about Undyed?"

"Yan Weiran?" Cheng Jiaxiu glanced at him, seeing a hint of worry in his expression, he said displeasedly, "I have my own plans for these, and I will handle them properly for you."

Cheng Jialu asked: "Then, how to deal with it, brother, do you have any idea?"

Cheng Jiaxiu didn't answer immediately, he pulled a chair and sat down in front of him, checked his injuries, and asked, "How did you get hurt, that Zhang Yuman caused it?"

Cheng Jialu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We discovered her burglary. I was negligent and distracted, and didn't close the fume hood."

"What about the injury?"

"It's milder than last time, but because it was two injuries in a short period of time, the doctor took stricter measures. The doctor said that it will probably take more than three months to recuperate."

"Well, I know how to deal with this matter." Cheng Jiaxiu said.

Cheng Jialu thought about it for a while, and knew his current physical condition, he really had no way to clean up the mess himself, so he could only say: "I believe that big brother can give us the best result."

"Don't you worry about me?" Cheng Jiaxiu patted him on the shoulder, "You just need to rest easy and heal your wounds."

Cheng Jialu didn't make a sound, but looked at the drawer with overly quiet eyes.

There is the memorial of his love with Unran, lying quietly inside.

Yan Weiran left Cheng Jialu's house, stood in the warm sunshine of New York in winter, looking at the silver-white clouds in the sky covered with sunlight, and stood there for a long time.

The weather is fine, and the sea not far away is sparkling and brilliant.

She walked alone on the beach for a while, sat down on the reef, and thought about whether she was too cruel to leave like this.After all, Jialu is now falling from the sky like a kite with a broken thread, and his body is covered in cuts and bruises.

Then does she need to be responsible, pick up the kite she let out, repair it, and take care of him again with attachment?

As soon as this thought appeared, she immediately shook her head, completely shaking off the thought.

Cheng Jialu is a person with thoughts and personality, which belongs to no one but his own life.And she, too, belongs only to herself.

In this world, no one needs to compromise or force anyone.

If you don't love, you don't love anymore. No matter how beautiful the past was, it was a collapsed building. Even if she cried thousands of times on the ruins, what's the point?
Instead of regretting the scenery of yesterday, it is better to cherish today's sunshine.

She looked at the bustling city under the sun, those towering buildings and those low and warm houses were all in front of her eyes.The sea and the world in front of her eyes were as clear as her heart, transparent and clear.

She gathered up the scarf, watching the waves gently licking the reef, coming and going, going and coming again.

Looking at the deepest dark blue of the sea, she suddenly thought of the little hermit crab that climbed up the corner of her skirt on the beach in Los Angeles.She thought in her heart, hermit crabs are going to hibernate, right?I don't know which small cave by the sea is where the hermit crab is sleeping peacefully now?
I thought about it for a long time without knowing it.Thinking of the gauze skirt I wore that day, thinking of the T-shirt Wei Zexi wore that day, thinking of his hair messed up by the sea breeze, his clean forehead exposed, his smile at that time was still in front of me .

Thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing.She picked up the phone to take a picture of the sea in front of her, sent it to Wei Zexi, and asked him, "Guess where I am?"

After sending it, she suddenly remembered that it is about four or five o'clock in the morning in Europe now.I don't know if Wei Shao will be angry when he wakes up at this time?
As a result, ten seconds later, she received Wei Zexi's reply.

Instead of answering her question, he also sent her a photo.

On the screen, it is the winter sea in New York in front of her.On the sandy rocks, there was a slender woman sitting sideways, looking at the boundless sea.

The woman was wearing a white coat and a beige cashmere scarf. Her long soft and fluffy hair was being swept up by the sea breeze and wrapped around her thin shoulders.Her posture looking at the sea is beautiful and quiet in the camera.

This figure is exactly her at this moment.

　Happy Lantern Festival everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)