Putting on her slippers, Jiang Xiyan walked into the living room. This apartment was renovated and connected to the upper floor. The marble steps in the center of the living room extended to the upper floor. The white carved nanmu on the handrails added a bit of nobility.
The European-style design, the crystal pendant lantern above the head and the thick big sofa make people more approachable. Jiang Xiyan sat on the priceless sofa, sighing at the enjoyment of life by the rich, and the fragrance of flowers on the table came to her face.
, although it is inside the house, it still retains the freshness of nature: "Wow, Wei Chen, your home is so beautiful."
Wen Weichen has lived here for several years. This place is not the most luxurious, but it was designed and decorated by him himself, especially the open kitchen connected to the living room. It is his favorite. With a proud look on his face, he was
Recognition is also a kind of satisfaction: "That's right, this is designed by me personally. Every item here is made by a master. Okay, don't praise me, just take a look for yourself. I, the cook, will go and do it now."
The princess goes to cook."
Jiang Xiyan looked at Wen Weichen wandering around the kitchen. There was indeed a sense of home here. This man was an elite in the business and a leader in the chef world.
I stood up and looked at this beautiful castle. As Wen Weichen said, every item here is made by famous artists. Even the small embellishments are exquisite and beautiful. It makes people feel surprised by these skilled craftsmen.
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Holding the handrail and walking towards the second floor, the layout of the second floor is very different from the first floor. The bright large glass gives people a broad view. The bookcases built into the wall are filled with various books. Jiang Xiyan casually
She flipped through a few books, all of which were commercial, but she wasn't interested in them.
The desk is located in front of the glass window. You can work or read here. When you are tired, you can look into the distance and give your eyes a rest. Looking down at the lights at your feet, you can see the city in the distance, which makes you feel comfortable.
many.
Sitting in front of the desk, several magazines caught Jiang Xiyan's eye, just because the cover showed Nangong Ling's handsome figure, but his face lacked some warmth, which made him more domineering.
The book introduces Nangong Ling's beginning in Dongcheng City. Overseas Chinese have achieved a dream in this city. He has a high IQ and a high degree of education. Although he is young, he is scheming. His commanding aura from a high place shows that he belongs to those people.
In the shopping mall where there is overt and covert fighting.
Wen Weichen's voice sounded downstairs, and Jiang Xiyan put the magazine back on the desk and walked downstairs.
The lights downstairs were replaced by candlelight on the dining table, soft music was playing, and two cups of brown liquid on the table were exuding a strong aroma through the candlelight.
Wen Weichen pulled up the European-style chair like a gentleman, waited carefully for Jiang Xiyan to stand and pushed it towards the dining table, then turned to the opposite side and pulled up the chair and sat down.
There are several Western-style meals on the table, including perfectly cooked steak, fruit checkerboard cheesecake, mango pudding, and a sweet and delicious fruit salad.
There were sparks in Jiang Xiyan's eyes. Her stomach was already protesting. The smell of this delicious meal had already reminded the host that it was time to eat. She smiled sheepishly at Wen Weichen: "My stomach is not good enough, she thought.
Eat cheesecake.”
"Haha, it seems that the princess is really hungry. You can eat whatever you want. You're welcome." What Wen Weichen wants is always Jiang Xiyan's smile, her sincere smile.
Jiang Xiyan ate a few bites of steak, then raised her wine glass and touched it with Wen Weichen. She still wanted to keep this atmosphere better for herself. After all, it was still unknown when she would eat dishes cooked by Wen Weichen himself next time.
Wen Weichen took a sip of red wine and put down the glass. He had seen Jiang Xiyan's heartbreak in the commercial street just now. That kind of heartache also made him feel pain: "Are you unhappy today? I saw you there.
I was distracted listening to the music.”
The movements of Jiang Xiyan's hands also stopped, and Nangong Ling's appearance came to her eyes again. She put down the knife and fork and looked at Wen Weichen seriously. She wanted such a confidant: "I fall in love with someone who doesn't love her."
My man, the most important thing is that he has a family."
Wen Weichen looked at the night outside the window. If Jiang Xiyan said that the person she fell in love with was him, he would take her away at all costs, but the person she loved was not him. Turning her head, Jiang Xiyan bit her lower lip.
He was reluctant to give up again: "It must be Nangong Ling. Since you know there is no result, shouldn't you come out as soon as possible?"
Jiang Xiyan took a deep breath of air, her nose filled with the aroma of the dishes: "Well, I wanted to leave, but he didn't agree and tore up my resignation report."
There are too many things that we cannot make the decision ourselves. For Jiang Xiyan, Wen Weichen has unique feelings. Now he hopes to help her get out of that abyss. After forgetting, will she miss the people around her: "I will help you,
Do you really want to leave?"
Jiang Xiyan looked at Wen Weichen in disbelief. He could indeed help her, but after what happened last time, would his family let him make such a decision: "How can you help me? I'm afraid you can't protect yourself now, right?"
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Wen Weichen chuckled "hehe": "Of course I have a way. As long as you want to leave, I will help you do it."
The two looked at each other in the dark night. At this time, Jiang Xiyan had no idea. She wanted to escape from Nangong Ling, but she didn't want to put Wen Weichen in trouble because of herself.
In the dead of night, after the two had dinner, Wen Weichen gave the space downstairs to Jiang Xiyan and went upstairs to work.
Jiang Xiyan stepped on the carpet under her feet and walked into the bedroom. The color inside the room was dark and gloomy, and the light was not as strong as outside. However, the photo on the bedside table caught her attention. That photo was placed in her office.
The photo ended up here for some reason.
I was not in the mood to appreciate it, so I lay on the bed, smelling of Wen Weichen.
When she left here, she didn't want to alarm Chen Fangjian and Zheng Ruoxian, nor did she want her father and brother to worry. Now it seemed that she could only rely on Wen Weichen's power.
Love is the only one for each other. Since Nangong Ling can't give him the only one, she can only choose to leave, so that she can feel at ease. Every moment she spends with Nangong Ling, she is full of guilt for Nie Tong.
Until the light outside the window dimmed, Jiang Xiyan thought about everything related to Nangong Ling. They first met, applied for a job, lost her virginity, and became his secretary. It all seemed ridiculous to her like a drama, but it had already made her lose her temper.
Heartbroken.
Wen Weichen's footsteps sounded through the flashing door. He stretched out his hand in the air, wanting to knock on the door and go in, but he hesitated again. After clenching his fist, he put it down again and quietly walked towards the other bedroom.