I'm down after reuniting with my ex

When Ji Changan entered the office, Wen Yan was brewing coffee. He was wearing a silver-gray suit today, his hair drooped in front of his forehead, and his profile was soft and dignified, but he was too thin.

The office is filled with the strong to bitter taste of coffee.

When he turned around, Ji Changan could clearly see the dark circles under the eyes on Wen Yan's pale complexion.

Wen Yan sat back in his office chair and pushed Ji Changan's design forward, "Redo."

From the beginning to the end, his eyes avoided Ji Changan.

"..." Ji Chang'an picked up his own design plan. Although it was mediocre, it wouldn't be too bad to redo it. Moreover, he also represented the highest design level of their third-rate company.

After taking a sip of coffee, pinching the bridge of his nose, his pale and slender fingers, like fine jade, knocked on the table, attracting Ji Changan's attention.

Ji Changan looked at him, this person had never looked at him since entering the office.

"I will take over this company, and it will be merged into a subsidiary of the Cui Group in the future. Based on your current business level and work status, more than half of you will be eliminated." Wen Yan looked at the company calmly. The computer said, "Ji Changan, I'm not targeting you, but the item you handed over will not meet the qualification line of this company in the future."

Since the two reunited, Wen Yan had spoken the longest words.

Ji Changan closed the design plan, "Yes." He nodded to express his understanding.

It seemed that nothing could really affect his emotions.

Wen Yan waved him out, to be honest, he thought of thousands of ways to get revenge on Ji Chang'an, but he couldn't do anything when he faced this person.

He couldn't even make the man a little moody.

When Wen Yan's eyes darkened, the person walking to the door suddenly turned around, "If you haven't had a good rest, don't drink such bitter coffee."

"..." Caught off guard, Wen Yan and Ji Changan looked at each other.

The other party's eyes were beautiful, and the pupils were as black as ink, even though there was no emotion in them.

Ji Changan nodded at him, and left the office.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, and suddenly, he didn't want to vomit at all.

He curved a mocking smile, correction?

He will never be able to correct it.

...

After Ji Changan came out, he sat in front of the computer and changed his design plan.

Someone wanted to ask him about it, but after greeting him, he flinched shyly under the eyes of the other party.

The man thought, damn it, with Ji Changan's eyes, looking at himself is like looking at a dead thing.

When it was almost noon, Wen Yan walked out of the office and ordered while looking at his watch, "Wang Chuan, come with me to meet the client."

After speaking, the person disappeared.

Wang Chuan is the design team leader of Ji Changan's group. He is a bit talented but loves to play tricks. He started to go bald when he was around forty, and he always brushed a few hairs hanging on it.

Desolate and funny.

Wang Chuan agreed, wanting to establish a good relationship with his new boss as soon as possible. He hurriedly packed his things, and just as he was about to get up, he pushed him back on the seat with one hand, "Leader, let me go."

"?!" Ji Changan, you and the dick, that's not how you grab opportunities, right? "Boss Wen called me."

"I know." Ji Changan looked at him, "You rest."

"Rest?" Wang Chuan laughed angrily, "You still ordered me to come, I'm the one...well, you go."

Because Ji Changan just lowered his head and carefully rubbed his fists, his joints crackled, and the black diamond on his left ear shone with a cold light.

Last time, there was a perverted man besieging a female employee in the parking lot downstairs of the company. Ji Changan knocked out a few teeth and fell to the ground without getting up.

Wang Chuan waved his hands and sat back, the hairs on his head dangling funny.

Ji Changan picked up his briefcase and went to the parking lot.

When he arrived, Wen Yan just hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Ji Changan.

Frowning, "Wang Chuan?"

"I'll go with you." Because of going to work, Ji Changan wore formal attire, a black suit, and because of his figure and temperament, he wore a somewhat cheap texture with a cold and aggressive temperament.

"President Wen, the key."

Wen Yan suppressed the pain in his throat, threw the key to Ji Changan, and got into the back seat of the car.

Wen Yan was talking about the business of an art gallery. Ji Changan was quiet from the beginning to the end, and when necessary, he said just the right thing. The finishing touch made the customers satisfied with him as a designer.

After eating together, Ji Changan was still driving, but he was going in the wrong direction.

"Where are you going?"

"my home."

"Why are you going to your house?"

"sleep."

Wen Yan was stunned.

"Or you can give me your home address." Ji Changan glanced at the rearview mirror, "Wen Yan, you need to rest now."

When discussing business, Wen Yan went to the bathroom once, and after getting out, his complexion became even worse.