Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

"Secretary, how can I splash my own water? You don't know that. I'm usually unhappy even when my makeup is smudged. Look, how does this glass of water look to me from head to toe?" Said miss jiao didi as she looked at the office secretary.

The secretary was not a fool either. She knew that miss jiao didi was right. She had never seen her in such a mess before, so she decided in her heart that everything was An Ran's fault and glared at An Ran angrily.

An Ran was speechless at the glare, both aggrieved and angry.

Naturally, miss jiao didi could not be wrong. This glare, knowing that this was the best time to add fuel to the fire, pretended to be innocent and said that secretary, it was my fault, it was my fault.

I shouldn't have congratulated An Ran on being the first woman Jiangcheng Ann brought home to upset her.

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After a short pause, she continued, "Miss An Ran was angry because I didn't say that she was Jiangcheng Ann's public girlfriend, but she accidentally splashed the water."

These two words stirred up a wave in the quieter office. One after another, some colleagues noticed that things had gathered in this corner. Some people were eager to step on An Ran and hit him again.

Whether An Ran was the one who splashed the water or not, it was hard to tell.

A few people who had been mocking An Ran before stuck to her again, like flies flying around on a dirty roadside stall. They could not get rid of her, and they made a disgusting buzzing sound.

These flies kept saying, "Is she the only one who's obsessed with being Jiangcheng Ann's real girlfriend?" What girlfriend? She's just a canary for rich people to play with."" I don't know what her family thinks about her like this.

An Ran was surrounded by all sorts of ugly voices. All her mistakes were her own. She stood there powerless, dizzy, and different images popped up one after another. There were pictures of her biological mother sending her to someone else's bed. There were pictures of Jiangcheng Ann's face emerging little by little. There were pictures of the lights in the bar. There were also pictures of people pointing at her.

An Ran staggered to where he was standing. At last, everything reached a critical point. At last, he ran away from the crowd and hurried forward.

Where did she go? I don't know. An Ran kept moving forward. All she knew was to rush out of the company and leave this unpredictable place. As for where to go, what to do, and who to look for? She didn't know.

As long as he ran away, as long as he didn't face those things, An Ran wandered aimlessly with such an idea, and soon left the company.

The drifting An Ran bumped into Chen Qinghang at the entrance of the company.

Chen qinghang had just returned from talking to clients outside with a pile of papers in his hand. He was walking into the door and was delighted to see An Ran. "An Ran? What are you doing?"

An Ran didn't smile at him as he used to. Instead, he looked distracted and said, "I, nothing."

Thinking of the overwhelming news today, Chen Qinghang thought that perhaps it was the blow of this gossip. Jiangcheng an had given her too much public opinion, and she couldn't bear it. At this moment, Chen Jiahang did not know that there was such a thing in the office when he was not there.

An Ran continued to drift forward, with her delicate silver stiletto and limp steps, as if she didn't care about the people around her, as if Chen Jiahang was invisible and colorless.

Chen qinghang was stunned. Seeing An Ran turn a blind eye to him, he became more and more worried about An Ran's condition. Besides, it was not time to go off work. An Ran was so mindless, what should he do if something went wrong?

Chen Qinghang handed the information to the receptionist and told the receptionist that she had something to go out with. This information was immediately sent back to his office for him.

The receptionist saw Chen Qinghang's handsome face and repeatedly promised to deliver it.

Chen Qinghang was afraid that she would not be able to find An Ran for too long, and that she would not be able to respond to the warm adoration of the receptionist. She hurriedly turned around and forgot where An Ran was going.

An Ran had already walked to the street next to the company. Chen Qinghang only saw a swaying figure. At this time, it was autumn in the city. An Ran's figure looked very beautiful.

On both sides of the autumn street were tall french sycamore trees, occasionally with gingko trees. The leaves of the sycamore trees moved in the wind, looking a little lonely. An Ran's velvet pleated skirt blew in the wind with a beautiful arc, as beautiful as an exquisite movie scene under Wong Kar Wai's lens.

Chen Qinghang looked at the scene in front of him and his heart trembled. This was the girl he wanted to take care of. She hurried to An Ran's side and stood side by side with her.

This scene, remembered in the future, was still so beautiful, so unforgettable, two beautiful people walking side by side on the autumn streets, the wind blowing the woman's velvet skirt, but also lifted the hearts of the men next to him, An Ran's pleasant smell of milk in the wind loomed, like a baby, a fragile and helpless baby.

Chen Qinghang remained silent and did not speak. He just followed An Ran step by step, walking and walking, walking through the street. For the first time, he felt that walking was so pleasant.

An Ran knew of Chen Qinghang's existence, but now she didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to be silent. In the silence, she let the wind at the corner of the street lift her skirt. A little cold made her feel alive.

Just like that, the two of them walked for a while, as if there was some unspoken tacit understanding. As they walked through the pedestrian street, Chen Qinghang suddenly stopped and whispered, "An Ran, can you stop?"

An Ran nodded. Although she did not know why Chen Jiahang suddenly spoke, she was grateful for Chen Jiahang's company. An Ran thought that Chen Jiahang might have bought something to eat.

Soon, Chen Qinghang came out of a shop with a bag in his hand. He didn't know what it was. He walked over slowly. An Ran was still waiting.

Chen Jiahang walked up to An Ran and didn't tell An Ran what was in the bag. Instead, he said softly, "An Ran, you've been walking for so long. Are you tired? I mean tired, your heart."

An Ran was startled and bit her lips, which were about to turn white. How long had it been since anyone asked if they were tired? It seems that, for a long time, long enough, I forget that I will be tired.

An Ran suddenly stopped walking and looked around to see if there was any place to sit down and rest.

Chen Jiahang said, "There's a coffee shop over there. Do you want to see it?"

The two of them walked into the coffee shop and sat down by the window, ordering coffee and a little heart.

Then there was another silence. Chen Jiahang looked out of the window at An Ran. His face was quiet. He handed over the paper bag in his hand and raised his chin to signal An Ran to take a look.

An Ran is back to his senses now, huh? What did he buy?

For me? An Ran asked Chen Qinghang.

Chen Qinghang nodded. When she opened it, it was a pair of flats, satin, and light beige, which looked exquisite. It was a famous french brand of ballet shoes. These shoes could wrap the feet and make it easy for the wearer. Audrey Hepburn, a hollywood golden age actress, loved these shoes. An Ran didn't know Chen Jiahang was so careful.

Chen Jiahang looked at An Ran quietly, didn't say anything, didn't even ask An Ran if he liked it? Because there was no need. She liked the way An Ran looked at her.

Chen Jia hang picked up his shoes, stroked the ribbon with his fingers and asked softly, "An Ran, can I help you put it on? It's not good for girls to wear high heels for too long.

In that case, it seemed that there was no reason to refuse, so Chen Jia went down and gently took off An Ran's exquisite, sharp silver stilettos and changed into light and comfortable satin ballet shoes.