Xia Yue's eyes were like oncoming sulfuric acid, burning her heart with burning pain.
The numbers on the elevator kept jumping, and her beautiful side face was covered with endless frost, which made people feel distant.
"You rejected me because of that boy named Ye?"
Xia Yue looked surprised, "How do you know him?"
An Cheng snorted coldly, "That's true."
He thought that his gesture at the door of Xia Yue's house last time had proved the "relationship" between them, but it still did not stop their interaction.
It seems that what is supposed to come will always come.
"Where are you going?" He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was still working time.
"I went to visit a painter I'm in charge of. She seems to be sick."
"I send you."
"No." She refused simply. At the same time, the elevator door dinged open, and she stepped out as quickly as if she were avoiding the plague, stepping on her lightweight sneakers and walking quickly towards the revolving door.
Watching that slender back disappear behind the clear glass, An Cheng was a little distracted.
"President, President." The receptionist at the front desk called him twice, and then he realized, "What's the matter?"
"This is your express delivery, it just arrived."
The receptionist carefully handed over the file bag in her hand, and while he was looking down at the express delivery, he took a few secret glances. Their president was a handsome and wealthy diamond king, and everyone in the company was married and unmarried.
I secretly thought about it, but no one dared to take a step beyond this.
An Cheng put down the file bag and said, "Help me check, which painter's residence is Xia Yue going to?"
"Xia Yue?"
There were many people in b.g, and Xia Yue was just a small editor, so the receptionist didn't know who she was. However, with good professionalism, she quickly returned to her seat, called the human resources department, and got Xia Yue's
After receiving the information, she immediately contacted her editor-in-chief. Soon, she informed An Cheng of Xia Yue's whereabouts.
An Cheng hummed, "I know."
He left in a hurry, leaving only a tall and aloof figure behind.
The receptionist was very puzzled. Could it be that the woman who just walked out of the elevator in a hurry and made the CEO look in a daze was that Xia Yue?
Who is it?
Xia Yue received a call from Luo Xi as soon as she came out of the painter's apartment.
"I heard Ye Hanxuan is back."
"Didn't he go to the army?"
They had dinner together that day, and she clearly remembered that he said he wanted to return to the army.
Luo Xi seemed to be taking credit in a high tone, "You have to thank Lu Sheng. He said that Ye Hanxuan had to perform a special mission, so he gave him three days of leave. Why, he didn't tell you about his return?"
"Not yet." Xia Yue looked at her mobile phone again. Apart from a few calls at work, Luo Xi was the first call outside of work. She felt a little disappointed in her heart.
"Maybe he has other things to delay." Luo Xi secretly cursed Ye Hanxuan for being stupid, and at the same time regretted that he should not have told Xia Yue the news, but who would have thought that Ye Hanxuan did not inform him of the news of his return.
Girlfriend, and now, they seem to be in the early stages of their relationship, so they should be inseparable.
Xia Yue heard that Luo Xi was trying to comfort herself and smiled bitterly, "It's nothing. Their soldiers are always very busy and mysterious. I've tried to learn to understand."
"Actually, I'm calling you to inform you of another matter." Luo Xi's tone suddenly became serious, "Be careful of An Cheng."
"An Cheng? What happened to him?"
"This person is not simple, at least not as simple as he seems on the surface, so you should try to stay away from him."
"Yes, I remember."
Now she is afraid to avoid An Cheng.
Xia Yue returned to the company, and the editor-in-chief sent a lot of tasks again. After a few good days, she once again fell into endless overtime work. Her hair fell out badly a while ago, and she went to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
She was over-prescribed and prescribed a lot of medicine, which was so painful that she didn’t even want to take a sip.
Xia Yue lowered her head to review the manuscript and glanced at the mobile phone on the desktop from time to time. Since she returned to the company, the screen has been in standby mode. If it is Lu Sheng, it must be correct. Ye Hanxuan is at home on vacation, there is no reason not to
Give her a call, even a simple message.
With hope, disappointment and even a little anger, she was still revising the manuscript in the office in darkness until seven o'clock in the evening. The long-awaited bell finally rang. There were several colleagues working overtime in the room.
This sudden ringing sound was very abrupt.
She picked up the phone, unable to hide the little joy on her face, opened the door and walked to the corridor outside.
All other departments were off work, and the empty corridor was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
"Hello."
"It's me, Ye Hanxuan."
"Um."
Of course I knew it was you!
She raised a shy smile, "What for?"
"Can you come out now? I'm downstairs in your company."
"Now?" She raised her head and saw the editor-in-chief looking towards her seat. Seeing that she was not there, he seemed to be asking a colleague on the side. Then he glanced over and waved vigorously.
"I'm afraid it can't be done now." Xia Yue sighed in her heart. Seeing the editor's face, she knew it was an urgent matter. If she ran away at this time, she would definitely be scolded, "I'm working overtime."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. He seemed to be holding back something. After a while, he said quietly: "Last time I asked you out, you also said you would work overtime."
So this time, he drove the car directly to the downstairs of b.g.
"Sorry, I'm really working overtime."
"Then I understand, please take care of yourself."
Before she could speak, the other end of the line hung up. The beeping sound made Xia Yue feel confused. Why did she hear the word "angry" from Ye Hanxuan's tone?
Shouldn't she be the one who should be angry? He came back in the morning, but he delayed contacting her until now. Even if he wasn't going on a date, he might as well have informed her, but now he suddenly came over and killed her, regardless of whether she was at work or not.
She was an editor, and she was also a well-known large magazine in China. Such overtime work was commonplace. If he wasn't used to it, he should have told her earlier, why bother to get angry now.
The more Xia Yue thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. When she returned to the office, her eyes were red.
As expected, the editor-in-chief had something important to explain. Seeing that she was in a bad mood, he kindly comforted her with a few words.
Downstairs, Ye Hanxuan finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, looked up at the brightly lit building, and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can with a disappointed look.
He turned around, opened the car door and got in.
A beautiful and bright face came over, very curious about his current expression, "Aren't you going to introduce your girlfriend to me? Why, don't you give me face?"
Ye Hanxuan turned the key without saying anything.
The woman smiled and climbed onto his arm, leaning on his shoulder naturally, "Master Ye has been let go, should I inform Fatty and the others?"
Upstairs, Xia Yue looked at the information in her hand, and a crazy thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She was angry, but the true will in her heart was screaming strongly that she wanted to see him, even just for a glimpse.
She didn't care much, threw away the information in her hand, and said, "I have something to go out for."
Amid the editor's roar, I opened the door with trepidation and excitement.