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In the vp office, Jing Han was seriously looking at the materials sent, when suddenly a window popped up in the lower right corner, which seemed to be a report from a new analyst.

"..."

Jing Han frowned and looked at it for a while, then sent a line of words to the other party, "Come to my office." She thought for a while, then unconsciously glanced at Ruan Mu's office next door, and the depression between her brows gradually deepened, "By the way, Tell machal to come with you."

After a while.

There was a light knock on the door, and Machal came in with a brown-haired girl with thick lips, "Suet?"

Jing Han raised her eyes to look at the two of them, and put her eyes on the girl's slightly nervous face. She was probably very disturbed. She was called to the office by the vp just after handing in the report, "..."

Jing Han smiled at her, tapped the table with his fingertips, "Did you do an intern in Msey?"

Speaking of which, among the new batch of analysts, this British girl who graduated from Imperial College in front of her has an outstanding academic and social practice background.Seeing her nodding, Jing Han went on to say, "I read what you wrote, and it's pretty good from logical structure to data analysis."

The brown-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, "...Thank you for the compliment."

The turning point will start now, Jing Han kept a gentle smile on her lips, "However, your analysis report is too biased towards problem diagnosis. We are not doing strategic consulting for royalmail, do you understand?"

The brown-haired girl nodded nervously, "Okay, I will revise it again."

Jing Han nodded, "Well, it's okay, let me see when you finish it, don't send it to me directly." She sorted out the materials and gestured to her, "Also, I have already handed over your evaluation, In the near future, she will come to you to discuss the promotion procedures."

After saying the last sentence the other party wanted to hear, the girl left happily.

Machal watched her close the door and sat directly beside the sofa, "I also think she has great potential. It's not easy to find an analyst who can help me relieve my worries these days."

Jing Han looked at him, and said in a flat tone, "Any kind of analyst can relieve your worries, it depends on how you use it."

Machal nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, what VP teaches," he paused, "So what do you want me to do? Do you want to ask me about the progress of the model?"

Jing Han didn't intend to ask about work, but since he said so, she asked symbolically, "How is the cash flow analysis done?"

Machal spread his hands, "It should be no problem to finish on Friday, and start building models next week."

"Well, just pay attention to the progress." Jing Han nodded, and glanced to the side unconsciously, "Machal, go to the next door and tell Ruan Mu that you have to go to the royalmail meeting tomorrow."

Machal frowned and looked at her, this request seemed to appear too frequently these days.

Ruan Mu has also been asking himself to give Jing Han a message recently. At first he didn't think about other things, but after more times, he began to feel that something was wrong.The office of the two is next door. Even if someone's computer has a problem, they can go over and say something. Is it necessary to call him over to pass on a message?

It was clearly... a quarrel.

Machal looked at her fixedly, thinking that this matter could not continue, "By the way, do you want me to fix your computer for you?" He pretended not to understand at all, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you God can't log into the internal chat software."

His words made Jing Han fall into silence.

Since the quarrel that day, Ruan Mu never took the initiative to speak again. If it was necessary to communicate at work, she would even find someone to pass the message on her behalf.

When we met in the lobby this morning, Jing Han saw that Ruan Mu originally wanted to say good morning, but who knew that the woman was holding a cup of coffee and turned away when she looked at him, even in the small space of the same elevator. , Ruan Mu never looked at her.

Of course, compared to now, Jing Han doesn't think it would be better for Ruan Mu to look at him playfully like before, but this matter can't go on like this forever, do we still need someone to work?

"Forget it, you don't have to go,"

Jing Han frowned, "Go back to work, I'll go find her."

……

When Jing Han pushed Ruan Mu's office away, she was on the phone with a smile on her face, "Well, it's okay, you continue to ask."

Ruan Mu seemed to have seen him, but continued to say without paying attention, "Of course I tested everyone... Yes, I really couldn't find out, and I also turned around, Anna, don't you worry about it?" Mine?"

She paused, then patiently added, "Honey, of course I can't do it...Of course he can, it doesn't matter, you can just give him the phone directly, you don't need to go through me."

Jing Han couldn't understand what Ruan Mu was talking to Su Yuan. Although she was a little surprised that they still had contact, she patiently waited until she hung up the phone.

"..."

For the first time in days, the two looked at each other.

Jing Han took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Tomorrow, we will go to the royalmail meeting together, remember to prepare."

Ruan Mu kept looking at her with a calm expression, without responding.

Probably this is the first real quarrel since they have known each other for so long. For some reason, when thinking of what Ruan Mu said a few days ago, Jing Han feels very uncomfortable.

"If you've kissed them all, then I have nothing to say."

These words reminded her of some things she didn't want to recall. Looking at Ruan Mu's calm expression, Jing Han finally couldn't take it anymore, "Ruan Mu, how long do you want to make trouble?"

She frowned slightly, "Work is work, private matters are private matters, are you still a child?"

Ruan Mu smiled, and finally agreed to speak, "It seems that your patience is much worse than before, do you feel it?"

Jing Han looked at her, frowning even deeper, "..."

Of course she felt it too, but when Ruan Mu pointed out such a fact, she felt inexplicably unable to get off the stage.

"I know about the meeting, I won't get angry with you in front of clients, don't worry," Ruan Mu pursed his lips as if he was satisfied with Jinghan's reaction, "Do you have anything else you want me to respond to?" .”

Jing Han frowned and looked at her, "No, I'm going back," she finally shook her head.

……

After talking for a long time, they should still be regarded as not reconciled.

There were also symbolic cold wars before, but they couldn't last without exception. Maybe Ruan Mu could see at that time that he didn't care at all, and it didn't matter if he broke up with her like that.

But this time the other party seemed confident, could it be that the boredom in his heart was so obvious that he didn't need mind reading skills to see it clearly?

Jing Han couldn't help sighing softly, did he really change so much in the past three years...

Similar to the usual work attitude throughout Europe, the overtime intensity of the employees of UBS London is acceptable, but on this day, because of the preparation of materials for the meeting, the last few analysts left, and Jing Han was still sitting in the office.

In the whole department, it seems that only the next door and her place are always lit.

Go back after reading this, Jing Han rubbed the center of her brows, and decided to go to the pantry to get herself a cup of coffee. She had been idle for nearly a month, and the sudden overtime made her unable to adapt.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she tore open the packing bag, Ruan Mu followed in.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

Jing Han gently blew on the coffee, which was still a little hot, "..." She frowned, obviously not wanting to stay in the same room with Ruan Mu, so she wanted to pick up the cup and prepare to leave.

Unexpectedly.

Before taking a few steps, she suddenly felt a little dizzy. The coffee cup swayed and almost splashed on her body. "...Be careful." A warm hand grabbed her wrist, "What's wrong with you?" Ruan Mu took a step closer, and familiarly embraced that thin waist.

"..."

The concern in Ruan Mu's eyes made her feel a little subtle, "It's okay..." Jing Han stabilized his mind, and wanted to brush away the other's hand, "I just didn't eat tonight."

Unexpectedly, before the words finished, the feeling on the waist became deeper.

The cool fragrance spread from the tip of her nose, Ruan Mu looked at her with a frown, did this woman go on a diet again to maintain her figure, she was so thin, she touched Jing Han's waist with a bit of distress.

"Ruan Mu, you can relax."

Jing Han frowned.

Ruan Mu didn't answer, just kept looking at her, the emotion in her eyes gradually softened, "..." She gently pushed Jing Han against the table, and she leaned over to kiss her, which was rare to disobey the other party's wishes. Those thin lips, "..."

Later, Jing Han thought about this question many times, why didn't she push Ruan Mu away at that time?

Whether it was because the cold reception in the past few days suddenly turned into tenderness, or because she lost her mind during reflection, Jing Han couldn't figure it out, but when she noticed, Ruan Mu had already ended the shallow kiss.

"...I know you don't want to be with me,"

Ruan Mu's eyes swept across the bright red lips, and there was an unclear thought in his eyes, "Jing Han, I don't want to get emotional with you like this..." She stabilized her mind and tried her best to focus on Put it on the explanation.

"But I really don't know what's wrong with you. Now you don't even want to have a simple meal. Have you considered my feelings?"

Jing Han looked at her, lowered his eyes in confusion, "Ruan Mu, don't be like this..."

"I won't force you to do anything," Ruan Mu kept looking at her, his voice slowed down as much as possible, "Are you really unwilling to tell me what happened three years after returning to China?"

Ruan Mu watched the person in her arms become more and more silent. After a long time, she said softly, "Forget it."

Ruan Mu finally let go of his hand, turned around and wanted to leave, "..."

"Ruan Mu," Jing Han suddenly stopped her, but his thin lips moved, "..." After a long while, he didn't say anything.

"It's ok,"

Ruan Mu smiled at her, "Go back to rest early, don't work too hard."