"What on earth are you talking about?" After listening to Wen Siheng's words, Jian Anran first cast a sidelong glance in disbelief.
"If you can't beat it, don't fight. If you can't compete, don't compete. If you think there's something inside, you'll stay away. Then why are you participating in the bidding?" Jian Anran said with some disdain, almost scornfully, and looked directly at
the person in front of you.
"You should just sit in the office and market your own reputation, and just wait for others to come to you."
"How about you go around looking for Party A to drink and socialize, and see if your drinking capacity can bring you a project back."
"What are you bidding for? Why go to all the trouble to set up this studio?"
In fact, is this the true appearance of the other person hidden under that beautiful skin?
"If you are this kind of person, please forgive me for my stupidity. I misjudged you before. I will go back and pack my things and leave immediately."
After saying a lot of words in one breath, Jian Anran still felt that her heart was clogged. As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to stand up immediately. Suddenly, a burst of warmth covered her, and her wrist was tightly grasped in his hand.
"What did you think of me in the past?" Wen Siheng asked in an almost angry voice.
With her back to him, Jian Anran flicked her wrist hard, but failed to shake him off. She frowned and turned around, meeting his wet eyes.
He was not crying, but his eyes always seemed to be filled with crystal clear eyes, and silkworms lay across his eyelids, looking as if he had been extremely wronged.
"You'll know soon." As if a little attached, Wen Siheng released his fingers from her wrist one by one.
"what do you know?"
Wen Siheng glanced at the pig liver red marriage certificate framed on the entrance wall, "I know we are in the same boat."
"Who is the same person as you?" Jian Anran immediately denied, "Didn't I tell you that if you are this kind of person, I will go back to the office to clean up now..."
"Ding dong——"
The untimely doorbell rang, and Jian Anran's words came to an abrupt end. Almost at the same time, the two of them looked in the direction of the entrance.
"You invited someone else?" Jian Anran was a little confused. She had lived in this house for three months, and no one else had come to the house except the courier boy and the property management sister.
Wen Siheng gently shook his head to deny the question.
"I came uninvited, probably."
Wen Siheng lay back and leaned his head on the sofa, motionless as a mountain, with no intention of opening the door.
Jian Anran sighed and walked to the entrance.
"Ding dong, ding dong -" the doorbell rang wildly, and the people outside sounded a little impatient.
"Here we come!" Jian Anran shouted towards the door, and the door suddenly became quiet.
"Bah!" Pushing open the dark door, wearing a white dress, the person outside the door was obviously not a delivery boy.
"Hello, are you looking for..." Halfway through her words, Jian Anran took a closer look and saw that the person standing straight outside the door was Xu Nianhe.
"Is something wrong?" She immediately stopped her expression, and Jian Anran held the half-open door vigilantly.
"Why is it you?" Xu Nianhe looked obviously surprised. He stretched his neck and tried to poke his head into the door. Seeing this, Jian Anran turned sideways, just blocking her sight.
"I heard that you have moved recently..." The words stopped on his lips. After Xu Nianhe thought about it briefly, he still didn't say it.
"Why can't it be me?" Jian Anran rolled her eyes.
It took half an hour to carefully select the clothes, and Xu Nianhe spent almost an hour in front of the mirror tinkering with her makeup.
After ensuring that she was dressed up from top to bottom, she also struggled mentally for a long time in the elevator. After suppressing the urge to go back several times, Xu Nianhe finally plucked up the courage to press the upward elevator button.
The dark door was half-open, with Jian Anran's body just in front of her. All she could see was the framed marriage certificate hanging at the entrance.
Nameless anger welled up in Xu Nianhe's heart.
The situation she imagined did not happen, and what she had been looking forward to was just a fantasy. After her rationality was overwhelmed, Xu Nianhe stretched out her hand and pushed forward.
"Ah!" Not noticing Xu Nianhe's sudden move, Jian Anran lost her balance and fell backward.
Subconsciously, she reached out to hold her head. Her eyes were closed tightly. The pain after a moment seemed to be imaginable, and Jian Anran couldn't help but tighten her hands holding her head.
After a while, nothing happened.
Wen Siheng, who didn't know when he appeared behind her, stepped up and hugged her waist.
When she opened her eyes again, Jian Anran was already firmly held in Wen Siheng's arms.
The fragrance of the shampoo on his body smelled very good, and Jian Anran took a deep breath subconsciously.
"There are surveillance cameras at the door," Wen Siheng pointed forward, "Please pay attention to your words and deeds."
Xu Nianhe subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of Wen Siheng's finger. The surveillance camera hanging high on the ceiling was flashing red lights.
His sanity was completely shattered, and Xu Nianhe was almost in tears. "Didn't Aunt Tang tell me that you had..."
"What has happened?" Wen Siheng's voice was deep.
Just as she was about to break free from his arms, Jian Anran pushed her body forward, only to feel Wen Siheng's support on his shoulders became three points stronger, preventing her from breaking away at all.
"JERE, you have a perfect resume, excellent rationality and judgment skills, and an innate personality as an outstanding architect..."
Xu Nianhe glared at Jian Anran bitterly, "Are you going to bury yourself in such a small place?"
"Being a mediocre university teacher, you have to block your career future with such a mediocre student?"
"How many public welfare projects have you done in the past? Do you know that a scandal like teacher-student love is fatal to your future development?"
charitable projects?
Jian Anran remembered that she had heard before that Xu Nianhe had always been responsible for public welfare buildings at ZH Studio.
She personally insisted on developing in this direction and did not hesitate to reject many projects that would have made her famous in the architectural world.
"I thought that once the project in your hands failed, you would be willing to go back to the UK with me... I don't understand, why are you still here now?"
Hearing this, Jian Anran immediately asked alertly: "Why are you so arbitrary that our project will fail?"
Xu Nianhe then sneered, "'our' project?"
"Have you figured it out? This project cannot be accomplished by your three-legged cat skills at first glance. Don't think that you stewed the soup just because I gave you some leftovers."
"How many connections did I buy from the board of directors? When did you first know about it?" Xu Nianhe looked at Wen Siheng and asked.
