The blind date went to the wrong room, but was confessed by the other party

Jiang Chengkai was deeply puzzled: "What's the matter, sister? Is the order I ranked wrong? I followed the market information and discussed the results with several managers. It should be no problem."

From the man's words, it is not hard to hear that he has stayed up almost all night for the past two days. He also met high-level executives in the company, recited and sorted out materials, and even conducted market research after work. The perfect wen eucalyptus.

But it was still rejected by Jiang Xiyao.

Jiang Xiyao said with a smile: "It's true that what you do is no problem, and it's even the same as our company's previous decision, but there is a..."

The words came to her lips but she didn't say them out. Although the other party was her younger brother, Jiang Xiyao had promised Fangzheng not to involve him in the business circle. At most, the two of them could just chat in private, so right now I'm being sloppy. .

"Sister, what do you have?"

Jiang Xiyao continued: "It's okay, I just went through some architectural theories and methods, and found that the previous company's decision was very one-sided, so I made a new business order myself in the past two days, and I will tell you that it is based on What do.."

Chapter 1 I miss you, come back soon

Jiang Xiyao told her younger brother the theory that Fangzheng told her before.

The man was dumbfounded after hearing this, because Jiang Xiyao's starting point was very strange, which was obtained from the mixture of architectural art, market conditions, and some business experience.

As soon as you hear this result, you know that you need a lot of reading and practice to come up with the theory. The continuous analysis makes the man feel that his sister is a genius!

Incomparable genius!

Jiang Xiyao said: "I'm done talking, that's all. Did you understand part of it after listening?"

Jiang Chengkai was stunned and said: "Sister! You are too good! These entry points are completely different from what I thought! Can you tell me again? I want to write it down!"

Jiang Xiyao said hello and repeated what she just said.

It's just that although she heard the other party praise herself so much, the woman knew in her heart that this was not her own ability, but her own man's ability.

Compared to himself, Fang Zheng is the real business genius.

Today, Jiang Xiyao took Jiang Chengkai back and forth to inspect the market at several business outlets. It is reasonable to say that no one with Jiang Xiyao's status would be required to appear on these small jobs.

But in order for her younger brother to take the position of deputy general manager sooner, she had to teach by precept and example, a little bit by hand.

He didn't hold back at all, and told him almost all of his experiences over the years.

And Jiang Chengkai also lived up to Jiang Xiyao's expectations. Every time he asked a question in a surprise attack, he could always recite the knowledge points back and forth, and he could even put in the actual practice and draw inferences about other cases from one instance.

The woman is very pleased with this.

After a busy day's work, Jiang Xiyao and Jiang Chengkai bid farewell to each other and went home. She was sitting in the car, and the setting sun cast a dim light on the whole city.

Habitually glanced at the date on the phone, it was the seventh.

Fang was the one who left on the [-]rd, and four days had passed.

Seven days of travel, three more days..

Jiang Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief, and the days seemed like years.

After returning home, she habitually went to the supermarket downstairs in the community to buy some dinner, but when she passed by the meat section of the supermarket, she happened to see a few pieces of A5 Wagyu beef that had just been purchased in the morning.

The woman hesitated for a moment, and bought a few yuan.

After returning home, he took off his shoes and changed into his clothes. Usually Fangzheng got off work early, if Jiang Xiyao didn't go to school to pick him up from get off work, he would sit on the sofa in the living room to memorize and study at this time.

Either I am sorting out the teaching materials with my head down, or I am taking the exam for the teacher qualification certificate that I was lazy and didn't learn before.

These days, every time Jiang Xiyao comes home, the room is empty.

After changing her clothes, she went to the bathroom to remove her light makeup, and then took out the few A5 steaks from the bag she just bought.

Before Fangzheng left, he told Jiang Xiyao how to cook authentic French steak, because the steak he made that night was really delicious.

Later, Jiang Xiyao also learned from Fangzheng, and found that the method of making French steak is actually not difficult, the only difficulty is the cooking time.

And Jiang Xiyao is very sensitive to timing, so she learns quickly.

Today she put on her apron, took out the steak, started the pot and lit the fire.

According to the steps taught by Fang Zheng, after more than half an hour of tossing, the steaming and fragrant steak finally came out of the pan!

Jiang Xiyao happily dipped some gravy with her fingers, and she was very satisfied after trying it.

Sitting alone at the dining table, he took out a knife and fork, prepared red wine, cut off a little bit and tasted it in his mouth.

But... the steak is delicious, but not fragrant.

Something is missing.

Jiang Xiyao finished eating a small piece of steak in a tasteless manner, but she lost her appetite after cutting the second piece. She stared at the empty seat next to her.

The way Fangzheng made fun of himself that day is still vivid in his memory.

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat!"

"It's delicious? It's gone! It's just for you to taste!"

Her beautiful brows were wrinkled, as if she was muttering: "Poor mouth."

But as soon as the words were finished, the woman's expression suddenly became much more lonely, she put down the knife and fork and took a long breath.

The sound of porcelain colliding with iron forks seems to be heard throughout the room.

The woman sat on the dining table and pushed the plates, knives and forks forward, then rested her head on her arms, lay down on it, and turned her head to look out the window.

The room was very quiet, there was no sound of a carbon pen sliding the paper, no voice of a man yelling about himself.

Jiang Xiyao felt that she was not hypocritical as a woman.

At least it's okay to live alone, because she has come here like this before, and it has been like this for decades.

But it has only been a few months since I met him, and it seems that life has completely changed.

I'm used to him doing it on purpose, taking advantage of me when I have nothing to do, and it feels bad to go back to my previous life all of a sudden.

Eyes staring at the window and slowly shifting to the sofa, table, bathroom, bedroom, full of thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xiyao stood up again.

Put the dishes and bowls in the dishwasher in the kitchen, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Only then did he close the curtains, put on his pajamas and return to the bedroom.

She lay on the bed and took out her mobile phone, opened Fangzheng's WeChat, and there were more than a dozen messages scattered on it.

It was the message she sent to Fangzheng in the past few days.

"Are you there?"

...

"??"

.....

"No return?"

...

"Fangzheng! Did you do it on purpose?"

...

"Is there no signal on your island?"

...

There was no reply to any of the dozen or so messages. Jiang Xiyao actually knew that there was no point in sending them again, but she tapped her finger on the screen anyway.

Type a few words slowly.

"When will you come back?"

...

After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no reply. During the day, no one in the company would have thought about what the high-ranking president would look like when he got home.

Even she herself didn't know what she was doing now.

Jiang Xiyao returned to the main page of the mobile phone, forced herself to work on some documents in the work group, and finally couldn't help but make another call to Fangzheng.

Dududu's bell rang for a long time, and she responded with a cold "The user you dialed is not in the service area, please dial again later..."

"Fangzheng! Why don't you find a place with a signal to travel?!"

After speaking, Jiang Xiyao angrily threw the phone aside and turned over. She slowly curled up, hugged the quilt tightly, and looked at the position where he had slept before.

There are three more days to come back.

72 full hours.

When will these 72 hours pass.

Jiang Xiyao closed her eyes and just lay on the bed. She was extremely sleepy, but she couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

The night sky is getting dark little by little, there is no moon tonight, and the room looks even darker.

When she didn't know what time it was in the morning, the woman picked up the phone and typed a few words, but this time she didn't send it, she just stared at the screen in a daze.

A hand was covering his forehead.

The font stayed quietly on the screen, displaying the words "Fangzheng.. I miss you a little bit, come back soon".

Chapter 1 The storm is coming!

Another two days later, on the beach of the deserted island today, Fangzheng woke up and yawned.

He took away the leaves covering his face, if the big sun in the sky didn't have the shade of trees, it might directly roast his whole body.

He opened his eyes dimly and looked around.

None of the students in Class [-] of the third grade were in the mood to play. They all hid under the trees and played backgammon with stones, taking naps, dazed, and bragging to each other.

Only Yu Jing moved to Fangzheng's side with a drawing board at some point, and sat under the coconut tree, earnestly.

She was still drawing, and since the first night she was injured, the girl seemed to be too lazy to do other things.

No matter day or night, I have been constantly drawing the work that I am going to participate in the art competition.

The content of the painting is a little girl in a skirt, standing outside the store through a large glass and looking at the beautiful wedding dress in the store.

There was an empty wallet in the little girl's hand.

The artistic conception should be to express longing, dreams and reality.

But the main thing is her perseverance, which makes Fang Zheng a little bit admired. Painting from morning to night is something that ordinary people can't do.

"Student Yu Jing, why don't you take a rest, you have drawn a lot these days."

Yu Jing sat next to Fangzheng, the two of them were a few feet away, Yu Jing said: "I have drawn a lot, but I just feel that there are still some shortcomings. It is not as good as I imagined."

Fangzheng glanced at Yu Jing's painting.

It's no different from what she was a month ago, it's just that the color tone has been slightly adjusted.

Fangzheng leaned against the tree, and said listlessly, "Would you like to have a look at the teacher for you? Suggestions?"

Yu Jing nodded, and decisively handed the painting to Fang Zheng: "Okay, but Mr. Fang, don't you know how to draw?"

Fangzheng really didn't understand it before, but the last time the system rewarded him was art proficiency!Now his artistic level is not at the peak, but at least it is at the top level.

"Student Yu Jing, you are underestimating me, teacher! I didn't know it before, and I was just pretending. Otherwise, how did you think I got into the art competition leader? I'm very good at drawing!"

Yu Jing sees the truth and nods, smiling and nodding: "I believe you."

Fangzheng let out a breath of foul air, sat up straight, and said solemnly, "Okay! Then I'll show you, your painting! Hmm..."

Fangzheng frowned as knowledge of countless arts swept in.

"There is indeed something missing..."

Yu Jing thought she was just talking casually, but asked curiously, "What's missing?"

Fangzheng thought for a while, and looked at the sea and beach in the distance. The sun was shining brightly, and the people who illuminated them had an urge to burn their lives.

Fangzheng smiled and said, "A light is missing!"

"Light?" The girl was puzzled, "What do you mean Teacher Fang?"