Nangong Ling came to the high-end club near An Leer's apartment as scheduled. The nearby apartments were filled with upper-class ladies or charming people kept by wealthy businessmen. This high-end club was the only dining gathering place here.
An Leer handed the VIP in her hand to the waiter's hand, and then led Nangong Ling to the small private room upstairs.
The two sat face to face on the comfortable leather chairs in the private room. The smile on An Leer's face seemed to be permanently fixed on her cheeks. She stretched out her hand to pour a glass of red wine for Nangong Ling, then poured another glass for herself, picked up the wine glass and raised it to Nangong Ling.
In front of Ling: "Ling, drink to our reunion."
Nangong Ling picked up the wine glass and did not collide with An Le'er. Instead, he took a sip first and put the wine glass back on the table. His face was as cold as ever: "Le'er, don't go to the company to see me again in the future.
You are an artist under my banner, so you should discuss work matters with your direct supervisor. Privately, I don’t think we have anything to communicate with in private."
An Leer bit the corner of her lip. She never gave up, and her eyes were a little moist at this time. She chuckled lightly, raised her head and looked at the emotionless Nangong Ling opposite her with her clear eyes: "Do you have to do this to me? We must do this to me?"
We were once an enviable pair of lovers, and you can’t forget them, so why can’t you face your heart truly?”
Nangong Ling also knew that it was impossible for him to completely forget An Leer in the past, but now the An Leer in front of him is no longer the person he wants to wait for: "Tongtong and I will hold a wedding next month. A well-known artist under the company
They are all within the scope of the invitation. I agreed to come here today just to tell you that everything between us is in the past tense."
The cup in her hand stayed in the air, and An Leer's heart ached deeply. Five years ago, she left the man in front of her for her career. Who would have thought that Nangong Ling would be like a fish in water in Dongcheng City, and finally got into his banner?
She thought she still had a chance with him. Who would have thought that hearing the news of marriage from him today was like a thunderclap. She shook her head and refused to believe it: "You lied to me. You didn't get married earlier. Why didn't you get married later?"
Marry when you show up? There is no past between us, I still love you."
In fact, the news of his marriage to Nie Tong has something to do with An Leer. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to completely forget the woman in front of him, maybe he would not advance the wedding date. Regardless of An Leer's appearance or not, he would marry Nie Tong: "Very early."
As for what I have decided, whether you admit it or not, I have already decided. You have your own world in the entertainment industry, and I believe you will have a good future."
After saying this, Nangong Ling ignored Nie Tong and stood up and walked out the door. He did not feel relaxed now, but a little heavy. At some point, the shadow of Jiang Xiyan appeared in his mind, thinking of her last time
Because he had hurt his body, he didn't know if this wedding would make her heartache or hurt herself again. Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but tighten.
An Leer's strong tears fell. It seemed that this time it was a mistake in her calculation. It was ridiculous that everything in this world was fake. The Nangong Ling who was deep in her memory could never come back, but she was not willing to do this.
In the end, since he was married, as long as he had herself in his heart, what else could she ask for? After thinking about it, a smile appeared on her face again.
Nangong Ling drove back to the company and saw no familiar people when he took the elevator. A question mark popped up in his mind. Under normal circumstances, Jiang Xiyan would not leave the company early or ask for leave.
Another assistant secretary who just passed by accidentally passed by Nangong Ling, leaving a silly smile on his face. He walked up to him, bent down and greeted Nangong Ling enthusiastically, with his career line on his chest exposed.
Very thorough: "President, you are back, I will pour you a cup of coffee right now."
He said that he was going to pour coffee, but there was no sign of leaving. Nangong Ling also knew the thoughts of these rotten girls. In this real society, who doesn't want to climb a branch and become a phoenix? Since he had no intention of leaving, he just asked Jiang
Xiyan's whereabouts: "No, where's Secretary Jiang? Why aren't you working at her place during working hours?"
When the assistant secretary heard what Nangong Ling said, she felt even more happy. It seemed that Jiang Xiyan had hit the head of the gun this time, and there would definitely be no good fruit when she came back. She stepped forward and approached Nangong Ling.
She looked at the big CEO with a charming face: "President, you don't know this Secretary Jiang. She always leaves the office area privately when the president is not paying attention, and she also hooks up with pretty boys everywhere. Just now, a handsome guy came to look for her, and she left two
It’s been hours and I haven’t come back yet.”
Nangong Ling was not a fool. He could hear that the secretary was asking for credit and slandering Jiang Xiyan. However, he was a little angry when the man didn't come back after being out for two hours. Then he ignored the assistant secretary and walked to the office.
go.
The assistant secretary looked at the cold and handsome Nangong Ling, his squinting eyes were his shadow, and he looked down at the career line on his chest. Many men were crazy about it, but this CEO couldn't see it and sighed.
After taking a breath, I could only sadly walk back to my office area.
He sat back on the chair in the office, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Jiang Xiyan's cell phone directly. Who would have thought that this ignorant woman would hang up on him. Nangong Ling was so angry that he no longer had the desire to work. This was
This is the first time I feel like this since I met An Leer.
At this time, Jiang Xiyan and Wen Weichen were in the coffee shop downstairs. After Nangong Ling left the company, Wen Weichen called her to ask her to have lunch, but she refused. Unexpectedly, when she came back from lunch, this guy would blatantly sit down
She waited for him on her chair, and finally had to drink coffee with him to make up for his disappointment.
When the phone rang, Jiang Xiyan was just about to answer the call when Wen Weichen on the opposite side snatched it from her and hung up. She also said to Jiang Xiyan with a playful smile: "I finally got an appointment with you, but I can't do it because of someone else."
If you call me, just throw me aside."
Jiang Xiyan looked helpless, and stretched out her hand to let Wen Weichen look at the time on her wrist: "Mr. Wen, I've been out for almost an hour, and I still have to go to work to make money. Can we make an appointment another day?"
Wen Weichen looked at Jiang Xiyan's delicate little hands without looking at the watch at all. Taking advantage of Jiang Xiyan's unpreparedness, he reached out and took her hand, lowered his head and kissed her. Jiang Xiyan was so frightened that she quickly retracted her hand with an unhappy look on her face.
Looking at Wen Weichen, he smiled shyly at Jiang Xiyan: "Isn't it easy to talk about the money? How much do you want? I will ask the secretary to put it on your card later."
Jiang Xiyan really couldn't laugh or cry. There are still Wen Weichen's lip prints on her hands. Although he and Nangong Ling are both top figures, their personalities are very different: "I can't do it anymore. If I don't go back, I will have to suffer today."