"Look here." Amei snorted and lifted the bangs on her head to show Jiang Yansheng where it was still aching. She then touched her waist. "You really can't tell from the surface, but he's actually so strong."
"I can't tell either." Jiang Yansheng twirled the hair hanging on the side of his face. "They're obviously not related at all. How did it look like they know each other?"
Jiang Yaru and Wang Yiran.
It was not a coincidence that they appeared in the photography studio yesterday. Apart from working, the two of them might have contacted each other in private.
However, Wang Yiran had a good reputation in the company. Even the board members who liked to nitpick liked him, which meant that he had some real skills. He was not working in the Jiang Clan before this, so it was impossible for him to know Jiang Yaru.
The information seemed to be unrelated, but it was inextricably linked. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.
Jiang Yansheng frowned. There was a stifled feeling in her chest.
Amei reached out and waved her hand in front of her.
"Yansheng, are you listening to me again?"
Jiang Yansheng smiled gently. "I'm thinking about something. Go ahead."
"Fortunately, I came here early. Your assistant was quite enthusiastic and brought me to the office directly. I signed the contract first. If I really didn't sign it just now, maybe this Wang guy would really make a big deal out of it."
Ah Mei looked at her worriedly. "There must be a thief in your office. I'm guessing he came in right before I did and looked at your things. Otherwise, how could he know so clearly that we didn't sign a contract at all?"
Jiang Yansheng's eyes were cold. "Yes, it might have been broken into."
And there was more than one. There were at least two.
"Yo, your office is not big, but it's quite interesting." Ah Mei stood and turned around. With a glance, she saw the red roses that Jiang Yansheng had specially placed in a vase. There was still dew on the petals, making them look delicate and alluring.
Jiang Yansheng's heart raced. She looked away from the rose Amei was holding. "A friend gave it to me."
Amei smiled and put the flowers back. She nudged Jiang Yansheng's arm lightly. "Friends?"
"Boyfriend?"
Jiang Yansheng's throat moved. She knew that she should deny it immediately, but she suddenly recalled what Gu Yan said to her yesterday. It wasn't a neighbor, it was her husband.
There was also the man's slightly pursed lips that looked very sexy.
"I know." Amei sat in front of her. "I won't ask you anymore. You're blushing."
"Of course not!" The words of rejection were at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Jiang Yansheng scratched his head in annoyance, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable emotion. He repeated unhappily, "A friend gave it to me."
Amei smiled and said okay, but her tone sounded like she was just brushing her off.
She took out a songbook from her bag and flipped it open like a treasure. It was densely packed with music and several versions of lyrics that had been edited.
The handwriting was delicate, and there were not many changes. It looked very pleasing to the eye.
"You wrote all these?" Jiang Yansheng asked in surprise.
Last time, Amei had said shyly that she was the worst in the band. Jiang Yansheng did not expect her to take out something that she had written herself.
The songbook was very thick. It looked like she had put a lot of effort into it.
"You're much smarter than you describe yourself to be."
Amei seemed a little nervous. The corner of her mouth curled into a small smile. Her bright smile was like the sunshine on a rainy May day.
"That's because you haven't seen our band's bass player. That guy is the real genius player. I'm really nothing. I've been writing this song for a long time. It might have been more than half a month, but I still feel that it's not perfect. " She licked her lips embarrassedly. "That's why I didn't dare show it to everyone in the bar. I had no choice but to come to you."
Jiang Yansheng smiled helplessly. "There aren't any instruments here. Are you going to sing without music?"
Ah Mei nodded her head. She used her hands to tap the beat and hummed a song softly. Her high ponytail swayed gently behind her back in a small arc.
The tune was a very relaxing love song. The voice was clean and pure. There was a different feeling to it, as if there was some kind of emotion hidden in the voice.
Actually, she did not hear the lyrics clearly. She just felt that her heart was empty after listening to it.
As soon as Ah Mei finished singing, she asked, "Are you singing your own story?"
Amei's nervousness relaxed slightly. She smiled and showed her teeth. "How did you know?"
Jiang Yansheng narrowed his eyes slightly. "I can't tell. Intuition, I guess?"
"What kind of story is it?"
"You might think it's a cliché if I tell you." Amei's voice was still rustling after she finished singing. Every word that came out of her mouth was gentle and pleasant.
"It's a story of love at first sight."
…
Jiang Yansheng was full of praises for Amei's composition.
If she thought that the song was good, then her peers in the industry should also think that it was good.
However, compared to the song, she was more interested in the story behind it.
No matter how she asked, Amei was tight-lipped and refused to say a word. She could only give up.
For the entire afternoon, Amei sat cross-legged on the comfortable sofa in Jiang Yansheng's office. She bit the pen and wrote and drew. She seemed to have some new inspiration. She frowned as she wrote.
Jiang Yansheng looked down at his wristwatch and looked up. "Get up. You're coming with me."
Amei turned over and sat up straight. "Where are we going? Aren't we going to Cloud Entertainment at four o 'clock? "
Jiang Yansheng smiled mysteriously. "I'm going to catch a mouse."
"There's a mouse in your office?" Amei looked at him in confusion. "I didn't see it just now."
Jiang Yansheng did not answer her question. He only smiled gently. "I think it should be quite simple. I don't need your help."
She put on her coat and dragged Amei out of the sofa like a tug-of-war. Then, she walked out in her high heels.
Amei kept her creative ideas and jogged to catch up. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a weight on her shoulder.
Amei looked around.
Everyone in the design department was working hard, as if the person who was staring at Amei just now did not exist.
Jiang Yansheng directly pulled her out of the Jiang Clan's door.
The cold wind blew through the door. Amei stomped her feet and rubbed her red ears. She looked at Jiang Yansheng dully. "Are we waiting for someone here?"
"No need." Jiang Yansheng winked at her playfully. He took out a card from his wallet and stuffed it into Amei's palm.
She pointed to the dessert shop across the street. The entrance was glittering and there was an endless line of people. It seemed that business was booming.
"Do you see the shop across the street? This is the membership card of the dessert shop. You can go in and say that you're my friend. There's a discount on all the bread and cakes. There's even a small gift. "
"That good?" Amei's attention on the 'little mouse' was instantly diverted by Jiang Yansheng. She was a little surprised and asked eagerly, "You actually have a membership card of Le Vie Paris?"
"Didn't they say that this shop doesn't even give discounts? Every morning, there's a limited number of thousand-layer desserts. I can't even get up in the morning. I've known that it's delicious since the opening, but I've never eaten it! " Amei's tone was excited. She nervously squeezed the palm-sized card, her hot breath filled with excitement.
Even the fiercest tattooed customer in the bar would say that this shop was delicious.
It must be a delicacy.
"It's a coincidence." Jiang Yansheng smiled and gently pushed her back. "Hurry up and go. Come find me when you're done. There's no need to wait in line."
She tapped the dial with her fingertip, and the second hand moved by one tick with all her might.
"I won't take more than half an hour. Come find me when you're done."
…
Leaning against the elevator on the first floor, Jiang Yansheng was not in a hurry to press the light.
She was calculating the time.
She lowered her head and sent a message to Assistant Lin. "Is there anyone in my office now?"
Assistant Lin replied quickly and even had a typo. The gist of it was that she was in the pantry now and didn't know if anyone had entered the office. She asked if she should hurry back to check.
Jiang Yansheng pressed the button for the elevator without hesitation and replied, "No need. You can come in your own order. There's no need to run back."
So, not long ago, Director Jiang, who had left work early, came back with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker.
The door to the office was ajar. It had been closed when she left just now.
There was no sound when the door was opened. Jiang Yansheng stood calmly through the gap of a person. "What are you doing?"
The lights had been turned off and a slender figure stood in front of the neatly tidied table.
Hearing the movement at the door, the woman in a black skirt and bright red lipstick turned pale.
She took a step back, but her pointy heels tripped on the chair, causing her to stumble and fall onto the leather chair.
The cup in her hand was smashed on the table, and the strong smell of coffee filled the entire office.
The muddy water dripped along the edge of the table and into the carpet on the floor.
In the dim light, Jiang Yansheng frowned and said coldly, "Qiao Nuo, your boss is asking you a question. Lift your head first!"
Qiao Nuo didn't dare to lift her head. She wanted to stand up with the support of the table, but her legs were too weak.
Her red lips opened and closed, and her voice was calm. "Jiang … Director Jiang, why are you back?"
Jiang Yansheng smiled mockingly. "Why? I can't come back to my office? "
"Please raise your butt. This seat isn't for an intern like Qu Qu." She looked at Qiao Nuo's face, which was getting paler and paler. "Were you the one who splashed the coffee on the documents yesterday?"
This time, it was even worse. Yesterday, it was just a corner, but today, it was almost full of dirty marks.
Jiang Yansheng held the dripping paper with two fingers and threw it directly at Qiao Nuo's face.
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