Xu Nianzhi said: "I'll tell you when I get the chance." Xu Nianhe cursorily prevaricated.
When passing Xu Nianhe, Xu Nianzhi reached out and hooked her arm, pulling Xu Nianhe toward the restaurant.
"What...Sister, what are you saying now..." Xu Nianhe muttered all the way.
…
Outside the glass door just now, Xu Nianzhi was actually curious about why the other party suddenly talked to him.
Wen Siheng's question was very straightforward without any twists and turns. He said straight to the point: "Why do you suddenly want to donate to the foundation?"
"That's what you want to ask?" Xu Nianzhi lowered his head and laughed softly.
"Your question makes no sense."
Wen Siheng glanced at Xu Nianhe, then looked to the other side of the Luo River, "I would like to hear the details."
"You don't know that half of the architecture department at Luoyang University was originally donated by our group, right?"
"I have been committed to education for so many years, so donating more to the foundation is not a big problem." Xu Niazhi looked as if he thought Wen Siheng's question was ridiculous, and glanced sideways.
"This is true, but," Wen Siheng turned his head and met Xu Nianzhi's eyes.
"Now is not the time when you, Horizon, can still afford to donate to the foundation."
Xu Nianhe's family's building materials company, Horizon Inc, was started by her grandfather's generation, and it can almost be said to be the ceiling of the family business operating model.
The company has always been the leader in the industry. The leadership was passed down from their grandfathers to their fathers, and now the management rights have been passed on to Xu Nianzhi.
When Xu Nianshang took office, he immediately changed his company's name to a foreign style and prepared a new project team for the company to prepare for listing.
Expanding overseas sales markets and routes, various strategies are enough to show the ambition and aspirations of the new CEO.
"Has the news report come out?" Xu Nianzhi's face looked a little pale, and his slightly opened lips were trembling unconsciously.
"No." Wen Siheng denied her guess, and Xu Nianzhi seemed to be slightly relieved.
"But if I can hear this news, the business capabilities of your public relations department still need to be strengthened."
Looking slightly tired under his delicate makeup, Xu Nianhe's face darkened, and he sighed before speaking again: "I want to leave a way out for Nianhe."
Only the wind rustled the leaves, and after a long silence between the two of them, they heard the crisp knocking of the glass behind them.
When he turned around, he saw Jian Anran lying in front of the window.
"Girlfriend?" Xu Nianzhi gave this side a look, and then turned away, "Are you still a student?"
"No," Wen Siheng replied, "it's my wife."
As Xu Nianzhi's pupils gradually dilated, Wen Siheng smiled and opened the glass door of the balcony, gesturing for her to leave first.
"It's not like your style. It turns out you're not like this..."
Xu Nianzhi seemed to want to say something more, but finally closed his lips, and their inexplicable conversation came to an abrupt end.
Before entering the house, Xu Nianzhi's eyes lingered on Jian Anran for a moment.
When they finished eating, the two sisters Xu Nianhe seemed to have no intention of leaving. After sitting for half an hour, Jian Anran became unable to sit still.
"Teacher Tang, Teacher Wen, let's go back first." After a long period of mental preparation, Jian Anran finally made up her mind and stood up.
"Ah?" After recovering from the pleasant chat just now, Tang Yirui looked up at Jian Anran with some confusion.
"Are you leaving now? Why don't you sit down for a while."
Then she added: "It's been a long time since Siheng came back..."
Suddenly falling into an embarrassing situation, Jian Anran was even a little hesitant and didn't know what to do.
Tang Yirui just talked to Xu Nianhe the whole time, holding her hand affectionately while smiling from ear to ear.
Even with her own son beside her, Tang Yirui never gave him a look.
"I have something to do later. A teacher in the school recently left, and there are a lot more things in the department."
After Wen Siheng finished speaking, he didn't know if it was Jian Anran's misunderstanding, but he felt that his eyes glanced at Xu Nianzhi intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's work matters..." Tang Yirui looked a little regretful, "That really can't be delayed. You should go quickly."
It wasn't until she walked out of the living room and cut off all eyesight that Jian Anran felt truly relieved.
I was tired of seeing the "deep mother-daughter love" show between Xu Nianhe and Tang Yirui, and I didn't want to see Xu Nianzhi sitting there with an air of air.
If you don't belong here in the first place, just leave.
For a moment, she suddenly thought of the concept of "well-matched".
I’ve seen questions posted on social media before: Is it better for two people to be in love, or to be well-matched?
Although most of the comments below have the attitude of "adults don't do multiple-choice questions, they want both."
However, many people still think that the concept of "well-matched" is too ancient. Who in the new era still cares about this?
Based on Jian Anran's own experience during the first half of the semester, it is indeed not unreasonable for the ancients to suggest that "we are well matched".
Being crushed under various unequal conditions all the time, she sometimes even felt that she could empathize with Sun Wukong.
There is a kind of despair that I don’t know how to turn over, let alone whether I can turn over.
The huge gap caused a girl from a well-off background to be hit again and again. In the past, she had never denied herself again and again like this.
Thoughts that had been extinguished several times before tended to resurface, but this time she seemed to have finally made up her mind.
Pulling open the passenger seat of the silver sports car, there is a collector's edition of "Ten Books on Architecture" sitting on the black leather seat.
"Ten Books on Architecture" was written by the ancient Roman architect and engineer Vitruvius. It is the first book to discuss architecture in a systematic way. It is also the first professional masterpiece to propose evaluation standards and aesthetic norms for architecture.
It has an extraordinary status in the eyes of architecture students.
There is a small piece of rice paper placed on the transparent plastic envelope that has not yet been opened.
【Receive safely】
The fonts on the rice paper are natural and smooth, and every stroke of the pen is just right, creating a warm feeling between the pen and ink.
After picking up the rice paper and reading it for a while, Jian Anran looked up at Wen Siheng.
He just glanced at the paper and said, "It's my father's handwriting."
Looking up at the heavily closed door, Jian Anran immediately turned back and picked up the book and rice paper on the seat and put them on her lap.
Wen Siheng asked: "Do you want to go back to school?"
"Take me home." She replied calmly.
There was indeed something going on at the school. Wen Siheng sent Jian Anran downstairs and then turned back.
As soon as she got home, she opened WeChat and Jian Anran sent a message to Ning Beibei.
【Jane:Help!(Help)】
Ning Beibei on the opposite side replied instantly: [?]
After explaining the whole story, Jian Anran didn't see the reply for a long time.
Ten minutes later, there was a new message alert with a "beep" sound, and then I saw Ning Beibei sending this sentence——
【On the way】
I have been catching up on DDL recently and I haven’t slept for three days o(╥﹏╥)o. I will temporarily change it to once a day and I will resume it immediately after it is over in a few days!!
