Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

In Xu Anshen's memory, Shen Qinghuan didn't like to laugh very much. Even if it was a smile, it was just a faint smile, cold and non-humane.

There is a kind of elegant shadow.

He was fascinated by it at the beginning.

But he... seems to have never seen Shen Qinghuan smile like this.

Lazy and coquettish.

It was given to another man.

Xu An paused, and some inexplicable emotions suddenly flashed in his heart, but when Pei Qingya's voice of aggrieved aggrieved voice appeared in his ear, he was instantly drawn back to his attention.

"An Shen, Miss Shen will hate us, maybe... Maybe we shouldn't be together."

Xu Anshen quickly squeezed Pei Qingya's hand, her warm eyes filled with distress: "Qingya, don't think so, I have no nostalgia for Shen Qinghuan, how can she think about it and how can it affect us? I can be with you now. , It's already my happiest time."

"but…"

"It's nothing."

Xu Anshen said her confession sincerely, and Pei Qingya's eyebrows slowly stretched, and the two seemed to be sweet again, but Xu Anshen didn't pay attention, and Pei Qingya's eyebrows seemed to be distracted.

She accidentally saw the caller ID on Shen Qinghuan's screen.

【繁】

Just one word made Pei Qingya mess up her mind.

There are not many people who have "fan" in their names.

Today, she seems to have seen Jian Fan again.

This is... a coincidence.

Jian Fan's appearance suddenly flashed through Pei Qingya's mind.

Indifferent and expensive.

The flower of the kaolin that is not near to anyone.

Pei Qingya's eyes were unconsciously dimmed, but under the dimness there were strands of unwillingness.

"Qingya, what do you want to eat?" Xu Anshen asked Pei Qingya's opinion on the side.

Pei Qingya returned to her senses and replied at will.

Thinking of the distracting thoughts just now, he laughed slightly.

What is she thinking?

In this world, no one can be with Jian Fan.

And she... didn't she just give up for this reason?

***

"So, you promised to be with me?" Shen Qinghuan stroked his hair, his light eyebrows rarely let out some color.

The two of them are not in the "Mo" private restaurant now.

Before Shen Qinghuan hung up the phone, she was taken to another place by someone arranged by Jian Fan.

Simple and traditional office.

Jian Fan seems to be a person who attaches great importance to privacy. There is only his office on the top floor.

Jian Fan started his career as a technology, and the office suits his preferences very well.

Simple, cold, strong sense of technology.

The large wall-mounted display screen surrounded on three sides can impress Shen Qinghuan in particular.

Jian Fan paused while holding the pen, and Shen Qinghuan clearly saw him turning the six-pointed star diamond on the cap.

"Otherwise, I'm sorry for the name you gave." Jian Fan looked up and gave a succinct reply.

Hearing that, Shen Qinghuan's face is not visible, but the edges of the round earlobes are slightly red.

She is not a particularly emotional person, nor is she used to speaking intimate words.

When I was with Xu Anshen, the most intimate address was just "Anshen."

The previous boldness was just to stimulate Xu Anshen.

Shen Qinghuan cleared his throat: "Anyway, don't take it too seriously."

Although Jian Fan is unlikely to take it seriously, there is no guarantee, especially when he suddenly changes his mind this time, even his close male secretary can't help but marvel, staring at her like a beauty in the country. Along the way, he said bluntly that it was the first time he saw his boss change his decision.

Today, Jian Fan seemed to be more patient. He hooked a few times on the document on the table with a pen, and made a straight line, without any bending, as if it were drawn with a ruler, and he replied.

"Afraid of me taking it seriously?"

"I'm not afraid of it, after all I count..." Shen Qinghuan just wanted to raise her value narcissistically, but Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the liquid foundation remaining on the back of her hand when she wiped the sweat before.

…

Just by imagining, she could know how embarrassed she was now.

A beauty like Pei Qingya, not to mention that she couldn't make Jian Fan's heart tempting, even difficult to remember. She is now boastful of her appearance, and she doesn't know what's good or bad.

Shen Qinghuan smacked her face and got stuck.

"What? Beauty?" Jian Fan put down the pen, closed the document, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his faint eyes moved behind the lenses, as if looking at Shen Qinghuan.

Perceiving the look in Jian Fan's hand, Shen Qinghuan deepened his embarrassment, and was about to change the subject quickly.

"It's nothing, let's still say..."

The word "business" hadn't been spoken yet, and the simple and traditional tone sounded in my ears.

"Well, she is indeed a beauty."

Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jian Fan who was sitting under the lamp.

The lenses with hard and cold texture are placed on the bridge of Jian Fan’s nose, bringing out more indifference.

But in those eyes, there was an untimely seriousness.

Jian Fan is complimenting her very seriously.

Shen Qinghuan is a sensitive person.

When I met the couple of dogs and men today, although they didn't say anything, she could clearly feel Pei Qingya's sense of superiority quietly released after seeing her embarrassment, and Xu Anshen's seemingly disgusting dislike.

And the simplified and traditional ones who have only seen one side...

Shen Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and the cool fingertips seemed to warm up a little.

can…

"But don't worry, I won't take it seriously."

"..."

Shen Qinghuan seemed to hear the sound of her back molars grinding, quickly let go of the strange feeling just now, and continued.

"Since the prerequisites have been agreed, I don't know if Mr. Jane has the will, so I can help me understand."

"You ask." Jian Fan folded his hands on the table in a posture of listening respectfully.

Shen Qinghuan pursed her lips slightly: "Why did you change your mind?"

The rejected is inexplicable, and the accepted is also inexplicable.

Shen Qinghuan was more curious than the little secretary.

Jian Fan didn't even think about this question, and replied: "Because, I need it."

Shen Qinghuan nodded. Although the answer was quite satisfactory, it was indeed the most reasonable answer she could think of.

After weighing the pros and cons, Jianfan still believes that maintaining a superficial relationship with her is in his best interests.

Maybe something happened at the end of Jian's family, and it might not necessarily cause pressure on him.

Thinking about it this way, Shen Qinghuan felt that her "partner" was not too happy in Jian's family.

But Shen Qinghuan didn't know that after the two broke up, Jian Fan never received a call from Jian's family.

He just saw one thing left by Shen Qinghuan on the dining table, and his icy eyes paused for a moment.

He watched quietly for a long time.

Then, he dialed Shen Qinghuan's phone.

…

"This is Miss Shen's stuff, please put it away." Jian Fan pushed a square and long object in the direction of Shen Qinghuan.

"Why did I drop this?" Shen Qinghuan's tone was surprised and annoyed, and quickly picked up the thing.

Shen Qinghuan’s finger is a shiny metal bookmark.

There is nothing on the back.

On the front, there is an embedded handwriting of "To Teacher Strawberry".

This is a bookmark made by Shen Qinghuan's own writing.

Although not expensive, it has a different meaning to Shen Qinghuan.

She carefully clipped the bookmark back into the fairy tale book, just about to continue discussing the next "deep cooperation" between the two, suddenly watching Jian Fan's dark eyes staring at her movement, as if in a trance.

But Jian Fan quickly withdrew his gaze, and the scene just now seemed to be an instant illusion.

Shen Qinghuan was puzzled, but business matters were the most important right now.

"Mr. Jian, maybe we should draw up a contract first." Shen Qinghuan put forward a point.

In this world, the cold contract paper is the bridge to maintain the trust of both parties.

Jian Fan nodded, but what he said was not continuous.

"Before this, I also have questions I want to ask you."

Just then, the respected secretary knocked on the door and came in with two cups of coffee in hand, and the strong coffee aroma suddenly opened in the office.

The tip of Shen Qinghuan's nose moved lightly, feeling a lot more happy, nodded, and motioned to Jian Fan to ask.

The little secretary picked up a cup of coffee and was about to pass it to Shen Qinghuan, Jian Fan's indifferent voice sounded.

"What is your aspiration?"

Shen Qinghuan:...

Leaving aside what Shen Qinghuan thought about herself, she glanced at the little secretary next to her and shook her hand and almost spilled coffee on her.

At first, this sentence was the catchphrase of a certain show, which brought out the inspirational chicken soup literature that was tear-jerking. Later, it was gradually abused by netizens and became a stubborn stalk.

Obviously, 5G player Shen Qinghuan and the little secretary know that the two smiled just after the collision, as if they had reached a strategic tacit understanding.

However, Jian and Traditional, who obviously can't surf, are outside the situation and look like they didn't realize it.

However, Shen Qinghuan didn't think Jian Fan asked this sentence to hear some chicken soup literature, so she rarely joked.

"It's so formal? Why? Are you the Koi Daxian?"

"Do you want me to forward your Weibo?"

Jian Fan, an elderly player who does not know how to surf, frowned slightly, perhaps thinking about the relationship between Koi Daxian and Weibo.

After the meeting, Jian Fan changed his rhetoric.

"In addition to wanting revenge on Pei Qingya and Xu Anshen, what else do you want?"

Jian Fan's tone was always indifferent, which made Shen Qinghuan embarrassed to joke.

"Yes, make money." Shen Qinghuan replied, smiling slightly.

She has a serious tone.

It's just the answer...doesn't fit her identity.

The little secretary who put the coffee in, now feels that his boss and Shen Qinghuan are a little weird.

Shen Qinghuan came from a family like that, and he would never worry about money all his life.

But Shen Qinghuan's tone of speech just now gave the little secretary the feeling that she seems to have a great obsession with making money.

This obsession is not about a Bai Fumei who simply wants to prove her ability, but as if she really needs a lot of money.

Shen Qinghuan didn't seem to want to say anything more about this matter, his brows were darkened.

Fortunately, after Jian Fan listened, he didn't ask too much, but instructed the little secretary on the side to prepare the contract.

As for the content of the contract, the two people who were still in a harmonious atmosphere just tasted a bit of gunpowder.

"Holding hands once, one million, one hug, two million, kisses and the price is divided by part..." The little secretary repeated Shen Qinghuan's words with wide eyes, seeing her eyes look like a money-robbing gangster.

Shen Qinghuan slowly held a coffee cup and smiled at Yan Yan: "Although I am acting every time, I am also the one who is taken advantage of. The acting fee is not too much."

"It doesn't necessarily matter who takes advantage." The little secretary murmured as he looked at the stern face of his boss.

But his boss looked calm and calm, and the little secretary didn't know what Jian Fan meant.

Similarly, Shen Qinghuan didn't know.

Moreover, she has one of the most important conditions that must be added.

Shen Qinghuan decided to put it forward all at once: "The last one, if either of us falls in love with the other and does not want to let go or who wants to marry the other, please pay the other 100 million in liquidated damages."

Shen Qinghuan is also a very organized person, striving to make the contract as restrictive as possible in all aspects.

In this one, the first one is decoration, and the latter one is the key point. Shen Qinghuan is worried that Jian Fan wants to use her thoroughly, and she will eventually form a political marriage. She is not willing.

After Shen Qinghuan finished speaking, Jian Fan was really silent.

As the silence stretched, Shen Qinghuan was a little surprised, it is possible that Jian Fan really moved his thoughts.

For a while, Shen Qinghuan was on guard.

At the next moment, Shen Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and decided to urge her: "Are you afraid?"

At that time, Jian Fan sitting by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun slightly hit his side face, one side bright and the other dark.

His cold lenses flashed, slowly raised his eyes, and said calmly.

"Liquidated damages shall be changed to full net worth."