My dear President, Please make a detour

Yin Ming smiled: "since all the gifts have been brought, there is no reason to take them back."

Jian Qianyu looked cold and glanced over at the assistant beside him.

The assistant left his desk, got up and carried the gifts out of the office.

Yin Ming smiled and said, "the little assistant can do things very well. He sent it directly to your home."

Jian Qianyu glanced up at him. His eyes were full of what you thought: "he just went to inspect the volume of our company's trash can."

Inspect the trash can... That means to throw all the gifts he brought into the trash can.

The smile on Yin Ming's face faded.

Jian Qianyu was disgusted with him. He directly ordered him to leave: "if there is nothing else, you can go back."

He also wants to see what can be quickly absorbed by the Indian family's industries. Therefore, he is too lazy to waste time here with him.

After fighting with him for so long, Yin Ming can still get along with him safely. Therefore, he is not a fool himself.

At that moment, he pulled a perfunctory smile: "then I won't disturb president Jane."

After walking out of Mg, Yin Ming arranged with a cold face to the people next to him: "spread out Qin Zijin's things, remember, throw the pot on Yin mo."

"But young master Yinmo hasn't found it yet..." so if these things really come out, won't Yinmo stand up and refute them in the face?

"What do I raise you for? Clean up the end of the seal before it appears." there was a fierce voice in Yin Ming's voice.

Back to India.

Wenya was still left here by him. When he saw him coming, he immediately raised his head and asked, "I heard from them that you went to find Jane Qianyu."

With his lips hooked, Yin Ming sat beside her and swam wildly on her.

"So what?" Yin Ming's voice whispered in her ear, and his warm breath fluttered on his cheek, crisp and numb.

Wenya could not help shrinking.

"Oh." Yin Ming smiled, "are you still so afraid of me?"

Wen Yaqiang insisted calmly: "I'm not afraid of you... You haven't told me what you're going to do with Jian Qianyu? How's Qin Zijin now?"

When he mentioned this, Yin Ming had a dark color across his eyes.

"Do you like Jian Qianyu so much?" Yin Ming didn't answer his question directly, and asked in a low voice.

Gentle stunned for several seconds.

Finally, in Yin Ming's arms, she said softly, "Jian Qianyu saved me a long time ago. Since then, I like him very much, but later, he seems to have forgotten me and can't remember me at all."

When Yin Ming listened to her explanation, he suddenly felt a little funny: "just because he saved you, so you like him?"

"Yes." Wen Ya pursed her lips and blurted out, "if you were the one who saved me, maybe I like you too."

As soon as the words came out, the two people present were silent.

Wenya herself felt that she had said the wrong thing and bowed her head and stopped talking.

After a while, he twisted his clothes gently, and his voice was as light as a mosquito humming: "don't say this... I'm sorry."

"If you can choose." Yin Ming interrupted her, pinched her chin and let her look into her eyes. There was a serious meaning in her eyes: "I also want to be the one who saved you."

"Ha ha." gentle dry smile twice: "don't be kidding, you seem to like me."

Who doesn't know, Yin Ming, the former young master of the Indian family and the current owner of the family, looks low-key, but in fact, he has first-class business skills and is still in love.

How can such a person suddenly have deep feelings for a woman.

Gentleness does not believe.

And in an instant, Yinming's face recovered a gentle smile no different from that in the past: "well, I'm really kidding."

He nodded "Hmm" gently, indicating that he didn't care.

But in my heart, I don't know why. Suddenly, I feel inexplicably lost.

"Yin Ming." after sitting for a while, Wen Ya seemed to think of something, and his face was angry: "I found that you have been changing the topic since you entered the door!"

What he asked has not been answered so far!

Yin Ming looked at her and raised her eyebrows like a kitten with fried fur.

I found that I had been transferred. It's really dull and lovely.

"Just go talk to him and cultivate business feelings." Yin Ming replied.

Wenya couldn't bear to catch him: "you promised me that you could let him stay with me, but why hasn't there been any news yet?"

Yin Ming smiled lightly: "how many days have passed? Are you so anxious?"

See gentle dumb.

Yin Ming's unhappiness spread to his face because she was acquiescent. In order not to let her notice, he looked away directly, and his voice was cold: "Jian Qianyu and Qin Zijin have been in love for so long. It always takes some time and means to separate them."

She looked at his back blankly.

In fact, just now... She wanted to say that she was not so anxious.

After all, over the years, she has been used to loving Jane modestly.

Wenya lowered her head in chagrin until she watched Yin Ming leave.

How does she feel that life now seems like a mess

Just because one of Yin Ming didn't know whether to rely on unreliable promises, he brought himself in. Is it really cost-effective?

Jane's house.

Qin Zijin, who was holding a small crying bag, suddenly rubbed his forehead.

The little crying bag blinked and looked at her eyes as if she was worried.

Qin Zijin pinched xiaowaibao's face. Knowing that he didn't understand, he still said to himself, "it seems that you often have a headache recently. Xiaowaibao, is it because you cry too much, so it makes your mother have a headache."

The little crying bag rattled its mouth and made it innocent.

After staying at home for a long time, Qin Zijin really felt a little bored.

Because she can't remember anything for the time being, she doesn't remember what friends she has. The circle is so small that there is only this family.

Only Jian Qianyu and this little crying bag.

"Little crying bag." Qin Zijin said, "do you want to go around the community with your mother."

There is a playground in the community. When Qin Zijin passed there several times, he saw many children playing there.

From a distance, I feel in a good mood.

Naturally, the little crying bag can't give any answer. It can only dance its little hands.

Qin Zijin picked up the small crying bag and wrapped it tightly. Then he took it to his arms and went to the playground.

As soon as she left, a bodyguard immediately followed her for fear that she would make any mistakes.