A burst of beautiful music played. Du Jiawen glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and answered it calmly: "Hello?"
"Wen, you didn't even notify me when you arrived in the United States, so I could take care of you..."
The voice on the other side of the phone was beautiful and moving, with a nice metallic edge. It sounded like she was very familiar with Du Jiawen. This result made Xiang Xiaochuang feel uncomfortable all over.
"I'm about to call you to tell you that we will meet again at the board meeting tomorrow and I'll treat you to dinner then."
"With our relationship, do we still need to meet at the board of directors? Wen, I want to see you. How about you come to my residence?"
Du Jiawen smiled: "It's too late today. I want to get rid of the jet lag. How about we have breakfast together at nine-thirty tomorrow morning and then go to the board of directors together?"
"Wen, you didn't bring a beautiful woman here, did you?" Although the other party was joking, there was still a hint of nervousness in his voice. Du Jiawen smiled but said nothing, and the other party just sighed softly.
"Wen, if you bring a beauty with you, I'm not very...but I hope you remember your identity. After all, you are my fiancé. I will not allow you to appear with another woman at the same time in public."
Her voice became obviously colder, and Du Jiawen also narrowed his eyes, but his voice was as calm as ever: "Of course, this is the consensus we reached, and I will not forget it. So, good night, see you tomorrow."
"Wen——" the other party called out urgently, and suddenly sighed, "Okay, good night, I'll wait for you tomorrow."
This sentence was so touching that even an outsider like Xiang Xiaochuang felt soft after hearing it. He couldn't help but secretly glance at Du Jiawen, who still squinted slightly and looked at the phone screen.
When it comes to nostalgia, it doesn't sound like it.
Feeling a little depressed, Xiang Xiaochuang turned his head and looked at the shiny wall panel of the elevator. He felt sour in his heart. It turned out that his fiancée was indeed in the United States and was his business partner.
I couldn't help but cursed myself bitterly: "What are you thinking! He has a fiancée, shouldn't he know it early on? Even if he doesn't have a fiancée yet, this position will never be your turn!"
"Xiaochang!" There was impatience in his voice, and Xiang Xiaochuang quickly turned his face and agreed.
"What are you thinking about? I called you three times, but you didn't hear you! We're here!"
Only then did Xiang Xiaochuang realize that the elevator door had slowly opened. His face immediately turned red and he followed him hesitantly.
The decoration of the hotel can naturally be described as beautiful, and it is not particularly exaggerated. The colors are simple and elegant, but they are quite the essence of Chinese paintings.
Opening the room, in a big city like New York, it would cost a lot to occupy such a large room. Xiang Xiaochuang looked at him awkwardly: "Um... where is my room?"
"Here." Du Jiawen loosened his tie, threw his suit on the sofa in the living room, and spread it out into a big letter.