After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

Nian Zhi got out of the elevator and saw Song Wenjing's assistant.

In fact, so far, she didn't know this person's name, but when he saw her, he looked respectful, "Miss Nian."

Nian Zhi thought that he should be waiting for her.

Because Song Wenjing said yesterday that she would go to the office to find him when she went to work.

Today, she specially waited for Song Wenjing's car to drive out of Ye's house, and then she went downstairs slowly. Ye Lingjun was dining alone at home. Nian Zhi, with the most basic courtesy, asked when Fengti would be there. return.

Ye Lingjun told her that she didn't need to worry about this kind of thing and could just go to work with peace of mind.

She originally mentioned it casually out of politeness, but Ye Lingjun said so, and she was at peace.

However, although there is a Fengti missing at home, she still has to face Song Wenjing every day when she goes to work.

Plus her "husband" Ye Jinglan.

What a headache!

Nian Zhi took a deep breath, suppressed the annoyance in his heart, and smiled generously at Song Wenjing's assistant, "Hello."

"Miss Nian, my surname is Ji, and my single name is Yang. I am Mr. Song's personal secretary." After the other party introduced herself, she went straight to the point, "Mr. Song is waiting for you inside."

Nian Zhi said "Oh". After Ji Yang walked away, she sorted out her thoughts and knocked on the door.

Through a heavy oak door, a deep and pleasant male voice came from inside, with only two words, "Come in."

Nian Zhi opened the door and walked in. Song Wenjing was buried in a pile of documents.

He seems to like to wear dark clothes. Today he is wearing a dark gray suit with a black shirt, which makes him look more and more calm. His sharp edge seems to have been restrained, but his every move remains the same. It gives people a powerful aura.

Nian Zhi stepped forward and called Mr. Song politely, "Are you looking for me?"

Song Wenjing paused with the pen between his fingers, and then slowly raised his head. Seeing her standing far away with her eyes lowered, he dropped the pen in his hand, and tapped the pen in front of him gently with his long, well-joined fingers. folder, "Standing so far away, are you sure you can hear what I'm saying to you?"

Nian Zhi held back a breath and took a step forward obediently.

"Come a little further."

"Mr. Song, if you have anything to do, just tell me directly. I'm not deaf."

Hearing such a blunt tone, Song Wenjing chuckled and raised his eyebrows, "You don't have hearing loss? Is that the type where the left ear goes in and the right ear goes out?"

Nian Zhi was stunned, what do you mean?

Song Wenjing reached out and smoked a cigarette from the side, put it in his mouth and lit it. The way he smoked was not as calm as usual, but seemed to be a bit lazy and casual, which was very sexy.

Nian Zhi saw this and her heart beat unnaturally faster. She cursed inwardly that she really had no determination. She was just a man smoking, but she could also do it - a nympho?

Quickly lowering her eyes again, Song Wenjing raised her head just in time. She had no time to capture the panic that flashed through her eyes because of her random gesture at that moment, and in those panics, there was an unconcealable throbbing.

"Didn't you understand me?"

Song Wenjing saw that she was just stunned and didn't say anything. He frowned and said, "If you don't understand, I will explain it in detail. Now, listen carefully."

He folded his two long legs gracefully, reached out and dusted the cigarette ashes between his fingers, "I know you waited for me to leave Ye's house in the morning before going out. I don't want this to happen again. Second-rate."

Nian Zhi's heart trembled. In the morning, she had been squatting by the window of her room just to watch him go out first. How did he know?

Song Wenjing seemed to have the ability to read minds. He was able to guess exactly what she was thinking, "I wonder how I knew that?"

Nian Zhi raised her eyes hastily and met his obsidian eyes, her heart beating faster.

However, Song Wenjing stood up from her seat, walked around the big table, and stood in front of her. Nian Zhi felt the strong masculine scent carrying the smell of tobacco coming towards her face.

In an instant, her instinct was to move backwards. Song Wenjing looked at her evasive movements and frowned. The hand holding the cigarette quickly stretched out and grabbed her wrist.

He chuckled, with a somewhat determined tone, "What are you hiding from? It's like this every time, aren't you tired?"

Nian Zhi was angry and annoyed. She flicked her wrist hard but couldn't shake it away. She was afraid that the half of the cigarette between his fingers would burn her. She paused and glared at him angrily, "Mr. Song, here It's the office, can you stop touching me all the time? You asked me if I'm tired? If you weren't like this every time, would I want to avoid you when I see you? "

The smile on Song Wenjing's lips deepened a little, and her thin lips smelling of cigarettes moved a little closer to her. Her deep voice revealed a burning ambiguity that made people blush and their hearts beat. "In the Ye family, I dared to kiss you. What do you think?" What else would I care about in my own office?”

Nian Zhi's face suddenly turned red, and she struggled even harder.

Her skin was white, and a red mark appeared when she twisted her wrist. Song Wenjing naturally saw it. He frowned and let go of her wrist, put the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, and squinted his eyes. His eyes were full of mist, "Okay, stop being so coy, don't you remember what I said to you? You are like this, with all the emotions written on your face, that's why you are so attracted by Ye People at home bully me, and I can tell what you are thinking just by looking at you. You don’t know how to hide your emotions, how long do you think you can hold on? Don’t always come to me to mention your conscience and so-called sense of shame. , you have stepped into this big dye vat, and you are still asking whether your conscience is white. Do you think it is necessary? Sometimes, when dealing with some extreme things, people have to learn to use the most Use beautiful lies to cover up all the ugliness, so that you can protect yourself, understand?"

Nian Zhi was a little surprised, but she didn't seem surprised.

This wasn't the first time he said this to himself.

She understands, and her ability to understand is not that bad. She knows that Song Wenjing's words can be summarized in a sentence he once said to herself -

Even if there is, treat it as if there is not.

In this circle, if you want to live longer, you must learn to hide your true emotions.

She also knew that she was at a disadvantage in this aspect.

However, he teaches himself to teach himself, why does he always have to do things to himself? Ye Lingjun just asked him to lead her to learn the ways of business, but he always seemed to be... leading her astray.

Nian Zhi thought that since everything had been said, it was necessary to express what was in his heart.

In fact, as long as he kept a certain distance from her, she felt that she would do better.

She took a deep breath, then raised her head and looked at him, "Mr. Song, I also have something to say."

Song Wenjing's narrow eyes were slightly narrowed by the smoke and raised a little, and she said "hmm", indicating for her to continue speaking.

Nian Zhi organized the words in the shortest time and said, "I know that when we were in the UK...in short, everyone knew it well, but we had already agreed before that after that matter passed, we I won’t mention it again. So, Mr. Song... I will obey your arrangements in the company from now on. You are my boss. I will also respect you at home. You are my husband’s eldest brother, so I will also call you. Brother, what we want to say is that no matter where we are in the future, we can keep our distance."

"keep distance?"

Song Wenjing reached out and pinched out the cigarette butt, threw it into the ashtray on the coffee table, and chuckled emotionlessly, "How do you keep it?"