My dear President, Please make a detour

At 10 a.m., mg group.

Wearing a white business suit, Shu Weiyi sat in his office and walked away involuntarily.

When Yan ruoxiao came in with coffee, she didn't respond.

"Wei Yi, what's the matter with you?" Yan ruoxiao put the hot coffee in front of Shu Wei Yi and called her softly.

Shu Weiyi blinked in a trance. Then he came back from his thoughts. His eyes looked at Yan ruoxiao with a trace of embarrassment.

"Your face doesn't look very good. Is there something on your mind?" Yan ruoxiao asked suspiciously with an eyebrow.

Shu Weiyi is seldom so absent-minded.

Shu Weiyi shook his head and whispered, "no, maybe he didn't sleep well last night."

"You." Yan ruoxiao glanced at Shu Weiyi, "don't fight so hard. Taking good care of your body is the most important."

Shu Weiyi smiled kindly at Yan ruoxiao and echoed, "OK, OK, I'll listen to you."

"Oh, by the way, Alice will go to Mr. Siba's side these days. Anyway, I've come back, and there's nothing wrong with her here." Yan ruoxiao suddenly thought of it.

"OK. How's the situation with Mr. Si Ba? It's said that he was hurt last night." Shu Weiyi nodded and then asked with concern.

"It's just a skin injury, which has been treated," Yan ruoxiao replied.

"Well, that's good." Shu Weiyi nodded repeatedly and then picked up the coffee in front of him.

"Vomit -" suddenly, she retched without warning.

Yan ruoxiao hurried to her and patted her on the back: "Wei Yi, are you okay?"

Shu Weiyi's face was a little pale at this time, and some virtual sweat even appeared on his forehead.

She looked at the coffee in her hand and put it down again.

"Hey, I don't know what's the matter. I usually think the coffee tastes strong and attractive. Today it smells bitter and makes me uncomfortable." Shu Weiyi shook his head and his voice was inexplicably sad.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Yan ruoxiao looked nervous.

Shu Weiyi thought that he might be depressed because of Jian boyao's affairs, which led to this.

"Never mind, little problem." she stopped worrying about it, then took a deep breath and was ready to work again.

But as soon as I turned on the computer, Shu Weiyi's mobile phone rang.

Seeing the name of Jian boyao displayed on the mobile phone screen, Shu Weiyi was inexplicably happy.

She hurriedly connected the phone, and her voice jumped with joy: "Bo Yao, you..."

"I agreed to the request of the Prime Minister of G today. I will take Princess El around Nandu as a tour guide. I may not come back in the evening. Let me tell you first." before Shu Weiyi finished speaking, Jian boyao directly interrupted, and his voice was as low as usual.

"What are you talking about?" in an instant, Shu Weiyi's face showed a sullen look.

"No way, it's entertainment. I hope you understand." Jian boyao at the other end of the phone is still careless.

"I don't agree! You know that El is interested in you. You still want to take her to Nandu and don't return all night? Jian boyao, do you think you've passed?" Shu Weiyi tightly held his mobile phone, angry and sad in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I've promised others. I can't keep my word. You know, our career is on the rise now. Congress G is a good helper, and I'm doing it just for work. Do you understand or not? I've told you, that's it." Jian boyao refused to give in at all, even though he already knew that Shu Weiyi was angry.

He said this and hung up.

"Jian boyao! You...!" Shu Weiyi's heart was immediately blocked. Before he finished his last sentence, a busy beep came from the other end of the phone.

Then, she put down her mobile phone decadent, her delicate body trembled, and her eyes were red.

But she kept holding back, and Bei's teeth bit her lower lip tightly to prevent tears from overflowing.

"Weiyi, are you okay..." Yan ruoxiao, who has not left, just witnessed the telephone quarrel between Shu Weiyi and Jian boyao, and probably knows what's going on.

She came to Shu Weiyi and gently hugged her.

As soon as Shu Weiyi closed his eyes, tears fell uncontrollably.

"He's blaming me, blaming me..." Shu Weiyi repeated this sentence endlessly.

Yan ruoxiao holds Shu Weiyi more tightly. She understands the deep meaning of Shu Weiyi's words.

"Maybe brother boyao can't figure it out for a moment. You've been together for so long. It's better to give each other some time and be quiet." at this time, the language is pale, and Yan ruoxiao doesn't know how to comfort Shu Weiyi.

Shu Weiyi shook his head and couldn't say anything.

The two women hugged each other tightly, and time seemed to become slower

At the same time, Jian boyao, who was in Jane's group, put down the phone and a flash of fleeting intolerance and heartache flashed through his eyes.

"Bo Yao, are you sure you want to do this?" Bai Shaoqing asked reluctantly.

"I've decided. Don't talk about it again." Jian boyao turned his eyes to the computer screen, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and answered Bai Shaoqing's questions while working.

"Then later, do you really want to accompany el to play?" Bai Shaoqing sighed helplessly and asked again.

Hearing this question, Jian boyao slowly raised his eyes and looked at Bai Shaoqing with meaningful eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that! I knew it would be bad for you to call me early in the morning! I won't accompany the princess. I'm a man with a family!" Bai Shaoqing looked at Jian boyao with defensive eyes and hugged himself with both hands.

"I didn't let you sleep with me, but just play with me. It's the safest thing for you to do, but Yi won't be suspicious. It's so decided." Jian boyao picked his eyebrow and his tone was not negotiable.

"Shit, Xiaoxiao knew I would die." Bai Shaoqing resisted to death.

"She won't know. Shaoqing, please give it to you." Jian boyao simply gave both grace and power, and Bai Shaoqing couldn't help it at all.

"...." Bai Shaoqing stared at Jian boyao with a hard face, but who made them good brothers.

For the future and safety of Jian boyao and Shu Weiyi, he went out of his way!

In the night of Nandu, there was a faint chill in the air, and the footsteps of winter came imperceptibly.

In the luxury hotel, an old man and a young man sat in front of tatami and drank in silence.

"Why are you free to come to my old man tonight? Don't you have to accompany Wei Yi?" Si Ba narrowed his eyes and looked at Jian boyao, who was drinking muggy wine.

"Mr. Si, you must still regret what happened that year?" Jian boyao did not directly answer Si Ba, but unexpectedly threw another question.