She didn't know when a slow love song had started playing in the barbecue shop, and there were voices at the door, but they were all vague in the shadows.
They seemed to be talking about her, but she couldn't catch a single word.
Jiang Yansheng turned his face sideways.
A few drops of cold rain fell on her face.
She felt a warm and strong hand holding her in his arms. The familiar warmth was pressed against her through a layer of clothing, and it seemed to have an ambiguous angle.
Her heart itched, and a few fragmented sentences lingered in her mind. She pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth and smiled. "Ah Ran is here to pick me up?"
The man's movements paused slightly. "En." He considerately pinched the restless hand that she had stretched out.
The rain wasn't too heavy, and Gu Yan didn't take an umbrella. He saw that Jiang Yansheng was a little underdressed, so he took off his suit and put it on her.
Jiang Yansheng rubbed the tip of her nose against the dry material. When she smiled with her eyes squinted, there was a languid charm to it. Her fingertips, which were held by Gu Ran, gently hooked the man's palm. "Good girl."
The man's hand was very steady, and he gently placed her on the passenger seat.
Jiang Yansheng blinked and looked at the handsome man, refusing to let go. "Are you home?"
"Not yet." Gu Yan coaxed Jiang Yansheng to loosen his grip. He took out a hangover pill and gave it to Jiang Yansheng. "Take this if you have a headache."
Jiang Yansheng shook his head and sat quietly on the leather chair. He held the pills obediently and didn't move.
The rain hit An Di's face, and the cold made him sober. He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know anything about this man from the time Jiang Yansheng called him to pick him up!
Not only that, but he seemed to have said bad things about Jiang Yansheng on the phone just now. This man's protective manner made him feel a little uneasy.
"Do you know where Jiang lives …" An Di hesitated. He came down from the stairs and was surprised to find that he was not short, but he seemed to have lost half of his leg next to Gu Yan.
He cursed in his heart. So what if he was 1.8 meters tall? Damn it, he wouldn't have come down from the stairs.
Gu Yan looked at him indifferently, and his patience with Jiang Yansheng disappeared completely.
"She lives with me. You don't have to worry."
"Live … live together?"
An Di opened his mouth and was tongue-tied. He wanted to point at Gu Yan, but the man's aura was too strong, and he retracted his hand. Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Nuo interrupted him.
Qiao Nuo looked at Gu Yan, and her voice was a little harsh. "Who are you? Why are you living together with Director Jiang? "
Seeing that An Di was confused, she knew that everyone had never seen this man before. Qiao Nuo wore a serious expression on her face. "Although Director Jiang is my superior, I won't let a strange man like you …"
She pretended to be drunk and wanted to uphold justice. She rushed in the man's direction and reached out to tug at his sleeve. She said righteous words and pretended to be drunk and wanted to uphold justice.
Gu Yan frowned and took a step back.
He gently closed the door of the front passenger seat.
Qiao Nuo didn't expect him to not give her face at all. She had put on makeup and had a pretty face. When he dodged to the side, she lost her footing and cried out in surprise.
If it wasn't for a potential colleague who couldn't stand it anymore and helped her up, Qiao Nuo would have fallen into the man's arms.
But if Gu Yan hadn't dodged, Qiao Nuo would have fallen into the man's arms in an elegant posture.
What a pity.
An Di raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiao Nuo meaningfully. If he remembered correctly, this newcomer was fighting to send Jiang Yansheng home just now because he wasn't drunk. Why was he throwing himself into his arms now?
Qiao Nuo gritted her teeth in anger. Because she was a little embarrassed, she raised her head and looked at Gu Yan with a pale face.
The car blocked the man's slender body. He didn't speak much and only glanced at her.
The man's lips curved into a sarcastic smile.
It was ice-cold and carried a kind of ruthless pressure.
Qiao Nuo wanted to say something to the colleague who helped her up, but her mind suddenly went blank and her body couldn't help but tense up. When she came back to her senses, the Bentley had already sped away.
…
Gu Yan drove the car steadily. He saw that Jiang Yansheng wasn't sleeping very well. He grabbed his suit jacket so hard that he wanted to tear it into pieces. He didn't even know where the antidote was.
He put on some music.
The whole car was filled with the smell of Gu Yan. Her nightmares had been intermittent. This kind of dream often happened when she had a high fever when she was a child.
She sat alone in the last row of the Lincoln Stretch Limousine. There was no one around. She leaned against the glass and looked out. There was no one on the road. It was like an empty city.
It was raining heavily. The car didn't move, but she couldn't open the door. The more she tried, the more numb her arms became.
When she looked down, she saw that her wrists were densely covered with blood marks and bleeding scabs. She didn't feel anything, but she watched a few drops of tears fall.
Jiang Yansheng's mind was in a daze. She wasn't scared by her bruised arms, but by herself crying.
Why was she crying? It was obviously a dream.
Her head hit the glass bit by bit.
Jiang Yansheng took a deep breath and rubbed his throbbing temples. The nightmare disappeared quickly, and the car came to a stop.
A gentle breath brushed past her ears. The back of her hand was wrapped, and she was a little tired after holding it for a long time.
She subconsciously thought of the car that hadn't been driven in her dream. Jiang Yansheng murmured, "Why didn't you drive?"
It was rare for Gu Ran to retract his hand slowly.
"Red light."
Because Jiang Yansheng's eyes were slightly narrowed, her vision was blocked, so the touch on her body was a hundred times more sensitive. She felt the man's fingertips gently graze the back of her hand. It seemed to spread along the flowing blood to her heart, bringing about a numbing electric current.
The electric current seemed to fall into her stomach again, stimulating the beer that she had gulped down.
She subconsciously placed one hand on her lower abdomen. Her head was dizzy, and Jiang Yansheng snorted coldly through her nose as an answer.
She was a little sleepy, but Gu Yan beside her was restless.
Her chin was gently lifted, and the man used his fingertips to gently stroke it, as if he was pinching the fur of a Persian cat.
Jiang Yansheng pushed Gu Yan's hand away impatiently. "Did the red light pass? Go away."
"Why didn't you call my name?"
"Mr. Gu … Can you …" She dragged out her voice and blinked. Her vision became clear for a moment, and she was surprised to see a little disappointment in the man's eyes.
Did she say something wrong?
The red light had passed. Shouldn't she drive?
Gu Yan still didn't move. He didn't even turn his face. He gently stroked Jiang Yansheng's lips, and there was a burning wave in his eyes.
Jiang Yansheng moved her throat. "What's wrong?"
"You didn't call me that just now." Gu Yan didn't move, and unexpectedly, no one honked at the back, letting him do whatever he wanted.
He moved his face closer, and his breath sprayed on Jiang Yansheng's face.
"What did I say just now?"
Jiang Yansheng instinctively stepped back, but her head was already pressed against the back of the seat, and she couldn't move. She could only gently press her temples with her cold fingers.
The alcohol spread from here, and her brain became more and more clear. When she saw Gu Yan at the barbecue restaurant, her memory seemed to have been cut off.
What did she say?
Gu Yan's breathing became slightly heavier. He put one hand into Jiang Yansheng's hair, and before she could open her eyes wide in disbelief, he kissed her affectionately.
It was as sweet and warm as if it was wrapped in syrup.
When Gu Ran's lips parted from hers, he left a painful kiss on her smooth and snow-white neck as if he had not had enough.
Jiang Yansheng felt that she had drunk another bottle of Erguotou. Gu Yan's kiss almost made her turn her back. When she finally took a deep breath of fresh air, a low voice with a smile whispered two words beside her.
It was a bit like a magic spell.
Jiang Yansheng repeated it inexplicably.
"Ah Ran."
She couldn't see Gu Yan's expression, but she guessed that Gu Yan, the hooligan, should be smiling, because his voice rose when he spoke.
"Good girl."
The car music played this sentence. "I want the unknown madness, I want the publicity of sex."
She suddenly clenched her fists in fear and gently exhaled. After Gu Yan left, she touched her heart. It was beating very fast, too fast.
She closed her eyes. She had heard before that people who were deeply in love were very gentle.
She had never seen a truly gentle person, but she felt that Gu Yan should not be one.
Therefore, he should not be a person who was deeply in love.
Coincidentally, she was not.
It turned out that they were in the same boat.
…
The next day, Jiang Yansheng arrived at the office. It seemed to have become a custom in the morning. A bouquet of nineteen roses. It was not as grand as the first time, but the flowers bloomed just right, so people couldn't bear to throw them away.
She took the flowers from the table to the floor, looked at the documents for a while, and rang the bell to call her assistant in.
"Find a bigger vase and come in."
Before the assistant went out with an empty coffee cup, Jiang Yansheng suddenly added this sentence, and then she pondered for a moment. "In the future, when the roses are sent over, put them in the vase, and throw away the ones from the day before the next day."
The assistant nodded.
The office of the design department was not very big. It was originally just right, but now it was a little crowded with three new people.
Early in the morning, it was in full swing and noisy.
Because of the barbecue last night, An Di did not provide any help to Qiao Nuo, who was wiping his sweat and carrying the luggage alone.
Even though Qiao Nuo was sitting on his left, and even though Qiao Nuo's legs almost gave way when she walked, she directly sat on his lap.
An Di frowned in disbelief.
He carefully looked at Qiao Nuo's fearful, nervous, and innocent face, moved a stool to sit a little forward, and said with a smile, "Be careful when you walk. The carpet in the office was bought with everyone's money. Although a gentleman will not watch a lady suffer, he will not accept a sudden embrace. "
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