Chapter 104: [Boss Jian, I am called Zhien Tubao] 77
Jian Yi raised his right arm and shook the gold diamond watch in front of her, "Thirty-five minutes and seventeen seconds."
It was the time when Su Yinuo arrived late.
The two people were a few meters apart. Su Yinuo squinted his eyes slightly, but it seemed like he was a world away.
"I……"
"No need to explain."
Su Yinuo just spoke, and after just one sentence, he was completely suppressed by Jian Yan.
"..." Su Yinuo was silent.
Jian Yan looked at her, leaning on a crutch with one hand, her hair was messy, except for her clothes, which were fairly neat, everything else made him doubt that she had just gotten up from someone else's bed.
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Su Yinuo pulled back her hair, revealing a face with light makeup, looked at the bag Jian Yi held in her other hand, and limped over with a cane.
She stretched out her hand and took the bag in his hand. I don't know whether it was intentional or accidental, but the two hands belonging to each other brushed against each other inexplicably.
Her hands were as smooth as ever, like a piece of perfect, flawless silk.
The feeling of being shocked was suddenly withdrawn by her and disappeared.
Su Yinuo opened the bag and took a look. It was indeed his high heels.
She raised her eyes and smiled at him, "Thank you."
Jian Jian was very dissatisfied with the way Su Yinuo addressed him.
After a few years, she seemed to have forgotten all the past, and her titles also changed. She called him Mr. Jian like everyone else, and the same title for him changed from you to you.
The woman who was once innocent and innocent, and whose face would turn red even with every kiss, died one day six years ago...
Is not it?
With an unreadable expression on Jian Yan's face, Su Yinuo looked up at him and tilted his head slightly.
He closed his mind so that she couldn't see through what was going on in his mind.
In order to avoid this embarrassing scene, Su Yinuo asked softly. "Mr. Jane called me over. In addition to returning my high heels, didn't you also want to talk to me about the cooperation project?"
Jian Yi put his hands in his pockets and took a step back inexplicably, then lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and frowned slightly.
"I told you I hate smelling like other people."
A word came out of nowhere.
Su Yinuo still tilted his head, "Sorry, Mr. Jian, I don't understand what you mean."