The Romantic CEO

Although Qin Keyu didn't say it clearly, his words also showed that Jiang Yichen was the man who cared about him.

And now he says that his boyfriend is gentle and considerate and kind-hearted.

This Is it really Jiang Yichen?

Her husband was dug up by Jiang Yichen at a high price. Of course, with Jiang Yichen's disposition, there is also a less obvious threat.

Amy almost said that your boyfriend is really Jiang Yichen?

Miss very confused, when she said her boyfriend's good, almost everyone didn't believe it. Qin Keyu was the same. Her expression that day was very wonderful, wonderful and difficult to repeat in words.

Soon Amy shrank her expression and didn't continue to tangle. She got up and looked at the time, sent her thoughts out of the house, and said that she would contact more on wechat.

This time, my main concern is to do interior design for Amy, which is not her strongest item, so she has to read the materials and think for herself.

When she came back at three o'clock in the afternoon, her aunt Ling came to clean up and asked, "will you come back tonight?"

He looked at the time and said, "I should go back. You can prepare dinner for him."

She went to the study and turned on the laptop on her desk.

There is too much information. She has sorted it out once before. She hates the trouble and gives up. Now she searches the interior design directly in the search bar to see if she has any design in this area before.

There were too many files on the computer and it was very slow to search. She got up and went downstairs to make coffee for herself.

There is a top-grade Blue Mountain coffee at home. She doesn't like to drink it. She likes instant coffee very much. She bought a bag of instant coffee at the convenience store in the community a few days ago, but there are few left.

Now sister Ling asked her what to eat in the evening. Would you like to follow the recipe?

Care to frown: "you see to do, or ask Mr. good."

"OK."

She made coffee and went upstairs to see that the search had come out. As expected, there were documents related to interior design. As soon as she was excited, the coffee almost spilled.

Put the coffee on the table and open the folder.

She was stunned.

The title of every file in the folder is strange.

[did Xie Ronghuan urge the manuscript today]

[Xie Ronghuan will go to his house to beat him if he is not satisfied]

[the fourth draft collapsed]

[the final draft - tear the contract if you are not satisfied]

and so on.

Resentment is slow.

She sat down slowly and opened the document. It was her interior design draft.

The date is also very recent, a few months ago, not very old documents.

But she had no impression.

Even, no one even remembers Xie Ronghuan.

She knew the name, and once in a while saw him on the hot search push.

At that time, she felt familiar, but she didn't know where the sense of familiarity came from. She didn't know whether she could meet or not.

So she didn't care.

Now turning to these documents, she found a scanned electronic version of the contract.

It has the signature of Xie Ronghuan.

In this light, it should be her former client. But also a very picky customer, just look at the file name, you can feel her strong resentment at the beginning.

Is it just that?

I don't know why, but suddenly I feel uncomfortable and suffocating. She stands up, covers her heart and squats down slowly.

The housekeeper knocked at the door: "madam, can I come in and clean it?"

There was no answer.

The housekeeper's aunt knocked on the door again. Finally, she opened the door carefully, but she saw that she was sitting on the ground, covering some part of her heart. She seemed to be in pain. She quickly dropped her mop and ran to ask, "what's the matter with you, madam?"

"Are you not feeling well?" she asked, "do you want to call Mr. Zhang and ask him to come back?"

"I just A little tired. "

Her face turned white and she was not quite right at first sight.

"I It's OK. " Thinking about holding the hand of the housekeeper's aunt, she stood up and sat down on the chair: "don't call your husband."

She was a little confused and confused. She had been holding her aunt's hand, and finally she couldn't help crying out: "I can't remember anything. I have no impression at all. Even who I am is told by others. I have no relatives and few friends. I used to draw such a brilliant design draft, but now I can't draw anything. I'm really useless. "

She raised her hand and knocked over her coffee cup, spilling sister Ling all over her body.

Sister Ling was terrified and wanted to touch her cell phone to make a phone call. She was stopped by consideration: "no calling."

Her voice was so fierce that sister Ling's hand stopped in her apron pocket.

One night, she went crazy and bit Jiang Yichen. She also called in the doctor. Jiang said nothing. She had no impression. However, one day, Jiang Yichen said it when she called the doctor to discuss the dosage of the medicine, and she heard it.The drugs, well said, inhibit extreme emotions, but in fact, they prevent her from going mad.

These days, she has been fine and looks like a normal person. The doctor also asked her to reduce the intake of drugs to prevent the heart from having a greater load.

"Ma'am Don't cry, I I don't call. I don't play. " Sister Ling's soul has been scared out of her mind. When have you ever seen such a thing? She stammered.

"Painting, painting, this kind of thing needs inspiration. If you can't draw it today, maybe you will do it tomorrow, right?" She was trembling, and she didn't know if the comfort was useful.

After a while of silence, she wiped her tears with a paper towel and said, "I'm ok. Go to be busy."

Sister Ling didn't dare to go. She was afraid that when she left, she would be in bad luck.

"Ma'am, why don't you go to sleep for a while

"I'll sit here for a while," he shook his head

Sister Ling couldn't resist her. She left the door and didn't close the door. After listening to the news for a while, she looked at the time. She should be back soon. She was still worried and called Jiang Yichen, but no one answered.

When Jiang Yichen got home at six o'clock, he saw that no one in the living room asked, "where is your wife?"

"It's in the study, but it's not comfortable. I just called you, but you didn't answer it."

Jiang Yichen looked at his mobile phone. He parked in the underground garage ten minutes ago. During rush hours, the garage was blocked. He drove back by himself, so he delayed some time and the signal was poor. He raised his eyebrows and said, "what's wrong with your wife?"

Sister Ling's language was clumsy, so she chose the key point and said, "she cried."

Crying?

Jiang Yichen frowned at once and walked upstairs.

Sister Ling followed, explaining, "it seems that I can't draw a picture."

Thinking of sitting quietly in the study, the computer in front of me is a design drawing opened, a blank.

Jiang Yichen knocked on the door and came in.

"What's the matter?" He went to her side, looked down, and saw the tears still in her eyes.

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