Three days of market research are over.

Early in the morning, Han Jing'er went to the company. In front of the elevator, she met Cheng Yiming on a narrow road. Han Jing'er's face stiffened, she quickly shrank her neck, lowered her head, and looked straight at the ground, pretending not to look.

to him.

Cheng Yiming's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he glanced at her lightly.

Han Jing'er still lowered her head and didn't look at him.

It was working time, and there were many people standing around waiting for the elevator. Everyone saw Cheng Yiming and greeted him enthusiastically: "Good morning, Steven."

Cheng Yiming said: "Morning."

Su Manning arrived swaying in high heels. Seeing Cheng Yiming from a distance, a bright and charming smile broke out on her face. She walked to him and said, "Good morning, Steven."

Cheng Yiming nodded: "Morning."

Although she hid it well, Su Manning could not help but show admiration in her eyes - who wouldn't love a single man who is rich, handsome, and capable of working? What's more, Su Manning still stayed in the title of "boudoir".

As soon as she entered the elevator, Han Jing'er's cell phone rang. It was Yi Xiaoyan.

Yi Xiaoyan's voice crackled like fried beans: "Jing'er, let me tell you, I just passed by the "Fashion: Qiushui Yiren" magazine at work and saw something super disgusting. Your ex-boyfriend

Scumbag Qiao..."

The space in the elevator was too small, and Han Jing'er's mobile phone volume was too loud. Everyone in the elevator heard Yi Xiaoyan's words.

Everyone pricked up their ears and listened with interest.

Everyone is aware of curiosity.

Han Jing'er was extremely embarrassed. Before Yi Xiaoyan could finish speaking, she interrupted her and said to the phone: "I'm not free now, so I can't answer the phone. I'll call you later."

Yi Xiaoyan shouted on the other end of the phone: "Hey, Jing'er——"

Han Jing'er has hung up the phone.

Su Manning, who was next to her, heard clearly. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she suddenly said: "Ex-boyfriend - Han Jing'er, have you fallen out of love?"

Han Jing'er bit her lip and remained silent.

Silence is acquiescence, right? Su Manning's expression was exaggerated: "Han Jing'er, is your ex-boyfriend blind? You are young and beautiful, loved by everyone, and your flowers are blooming, but he is also willing to break up with you?

"

Han Jing'er still remained silent.

She is not Mrs. Xianglin. She does not want her private affairs to be publicized and made known to the whole world.

Cheng Yiming, who was standing in front, suddenly turned around and his eyes fell on Han Jing'er's face. There was an inexplicable amusement in those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He said in a light voice: "It's good if you are broken up in love! If you are not in love, how can the single men in our company have a chance?"

The tone of his speech was indescribably frivolous.

Everyone took it as a joke and started laughing.

One of the male compatriots echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, this way we all have a chance!"

Bah, Chance!

Who gives them Chance?

Han Jing'er glanced at Cheng Yiming, not angry, but feeling relieved - Cheng Yiming is a smart person, now he understands? She is not a romantic woman, that night, she was just lovelorn.

A lovelorn woman will inevitably lose her mind, say some ridiculous things, and do some ridiculous things.

The elevator reached the 10th floor and stopped.

Su Manning and Han Jing'er walked out of the elevator.

The moment the elevator door swung open, Han Jing'er turned around inadvertently and came into contact with Cheng Yiming's eyes, which were staring at her. They were dark, phosphorous, and a hint of evil flashed past.

Seeing Han Jing'er looking at him, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled faintly - he could pretend that nothing had happened between him and her.

Then the elevator door closed and he climbed up slowly.
Chapter completed!