Ah Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning out and opening the curtains, looking anxious.
She didn't like the complicated design of the villa in Jingshan the most. The floor-to-ceiling windows were just floor-to-ceiling windows, but the terrace had to be accessed through a separate glass door. Even though she had a slender figure, she couldn't see the curve outside the lawn downstairs.
You have to stand on tiptoe.
Turning around, she complained to Man Yin, who was pushing her wheelchair back and forth in front of the closet and the huge wall mirror.
"Miss, I would say this shabby house is not as good as our small western-style building! Every day when the second young master comes home, I have to stay here for a while. The glass is soundproof, so I can't hear the sound of the car turning off..."
"Aqing, do you think I should wear this one with fringes or this one with a smooth texture?"
Man Yin took out a long chiffon dress made of fluttering fairy-like material from the wardrobe. It had a large fungus-shaped border on the chest and eyelashes and lace, which was very looming and thought-provoking.
Ah Qing came over and looked at it with a rough look for a long time, "This one, this one!"
"Then you put it on for me." Man Yin smiled, her eyes were like paint, and the morbidity on her face was particularly obvious. Although it was somewhat improved under the blush, her soft and frail look had a unique charm.
Ah Qing saw his young lady smiling and her mood improved, so she started to murmur, "Miss, you said this second young master is really strange. He obviously asked you to move here, why don't you let him into the master bedroom?"
What about sleeping? What does it mean?"
Man Yin's mind was not focused on Ah Qing's words. At this time, Ah Qing had taken off the beautiful scarf that was tightly wrapped around her head. The loose curly hair could not even cover the large white scalp in front of her forehead.
, the charming eyes became sinister.
"Ah Qing, my hair has been falling out more and more recently. What should I do? Do you think Yansen will dislike me?"
"Miss, what are you talking about? If we take good care of ourselves, our hair will grow again. It's really a pity to say that. Miss's black hair is shiny, soft and textured. It's a pity to lose it..."
Suddenly, there was a vague noise outside the window.
Ah Qing immediately combed and straightened Xiao Manyin's hair, put a headscarf on her, hurriedly changed her clothes, ran to the window, opened the gauze curtain, looked back, and said with a smile on her face, "The second young master is back!
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"Look at how happy you are! Doesn't he come back every day? You haven't grown up after so many years. You are always surprised." Man Yin also pursed her lips and smiled softly, with a graceful and sometimes charming posture.
Ah Qing raised his eyes and murmured in a low voice, "I don't know who is so happy..."
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Got off work early today.
Jiayu International has been very quiet recently. It is not as busy as before. The overall situation is very good, the cooperation under reform is going on as scheduled, and the stock market has not seen any big waves for a long time.
This gave Ling Yansen a headache.
He wished he could keep himself busy to death. Ophiopogon japonicus' warning to his body for repeated violations was like a gust of wind, swirling in his ears and then drifting away.
The serious illness three years ago consumed half of his life. It took him more than half a year to get better, and it has been on and off in the past two years. Because Maidong strictly prohibited him from attending social events, Lin Wencai set up a special entertainment group, Jiayu
There are many things to do. Today is an invitation from the Urban Construction Bureau, and tomorrow may be a dinner party from the Industrial and Commercial Department. Ling Yansen doesn't care much about these anymore.
I get off work on time every day and spend time with my son as soon as I get home. I occasionally go to places full of entertainment and entertainment once or twice a month at Zhou Jirong's instigation. Maybe it's because of my age that I can't go back to the wild and unrestrained past.
The car drove into the gate of the villa.
Ling Yansen leaned on the car seat, tilting his head back, his resolute short hair rippling on top of his head. His slender hands were still so beautiful and spotless, with a rather harsh skinny texture. His nails were flat and his fingertips were full. He tapped every time.
Hit your knees and those beams of light will flow on your nails.
Lin Wencai was in the passenger seat, holding his schedule and continuing his duties.
"Tomorrow morning at about 11 o'clock, the general agent in Switzerland will get off the plane. Mr. Ling, after the morning meeting, you will probably have to leave from the company to greet..."
Ling Yansen raised his hand and signaled Lin Wencai to stop. It was a very casual movement, and his dark eyes were calm and unruffled. There was no fog or too many emotions. If you look carefully, there was always a cold feeling floating in the depths of his eyes.
Melancholy.
Lin Wencai looked at his boss's sculpture-like profile and felt that the effects of three years on his face were not obvious. If he had to say where he had changed, it would just be his sharply sharpened jaw.
Lai's green stubble has grown a bit, and he hasn't cleaned it in a few days. Those stubbles that look like attachments do not diminish his handsomeness, but add a touch of laziness and vagueness.
Depressed.
If thirty-year-old men all grow up to be like bosses, the most advantageous thing in the world would be the group of women who are fixated on their bosses. Not only do they secretly follow them, some even take actual actions.
To express his determination, Lin Wencai heard from his employees last time that Song Qianjin, the daughter of the Song Company, fell in love with her boss, and at the age of thirty-two, she still had no plans to marry.
Lin Wencai secretly regretted that for a man like his boss, let alone his deeds, his appearance alone was his biggest sin.
Ling Yansen had been distracted just now. From the moment the car drove into the villa.
This is how people are, if they lose it, they will be like a lunatic who will fall in love with the scenery at any time and place. Outside the car window, he could see the deep sunset getting farther and farther away from him, filtering through the branches of the huge old camphor tree.
He remembered that the only time he and she took a car together was to go home. At that time, she had just found out that she was pregnant with the child, and she was so stupid that she didn't know who the child's father was. The two of them were sitting in the back seat, and he
She keeps bullying her with her domineering arrogance, not because she has a bad heart, but because her dull look makes people feel that if she doesn't bully her, she would be sorry for herself.
When he came back to his senses, his eyesight became clearer.
"Lin Wencai, what did you just say?"
Lin Wencai was very calm. The boss always acted like this when he came in. He was restless and easily distracted. "The Swiss general agent will arrive at the airport tomorrow morning. Please remember the time. We will pick you up at the airport at around 11 am."
"Just arrange for a few senior executives to go there." Ling Yansen frowned, his eyes deep.
"But……"
"Anyway, I won't go. Also, cancel all your schedule for tomorrow. If you can, postpone it. If you can't, just ignore it."
Lin Wencai opened his eyes wide, slightly surprised.
When he came back to his senses, the car had stopped on the curve. Ling Yansen tightened his tie, smoothed his suit that had become wrinkled from sitting, and got out of the car.
After the car door closed, Lao Zhang turned around and kindly reminded Lin Wencai, "Tomorrow is the day when the young lady is released from prison, Mr. Lin."
Lin Wencai narrowed his eyes, nodded, and suddenly realized, no wonder the boss was so secretive.