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I don't know the reason, maybe Jiang Chen's deterrence has worked, or maybe Zhou Li is really busy with other things.

In short, from then on until the Lunar New Year, Zhou Li never came to Jiang Chen again.

At the same time, Jiang Chen's counterattack plan was also being carried out step by step. Zhou Tong was worthy of being an old fox. The books and documents of several projects were well done, and no mistakes could be found.

Zhou Tong himself can't find anything, but he has a younger brother named Zhou Yu, who is arrogant and arrogant.

Jiang Chen decided to start with him, to see if he could get something useful out of him, and if he couldn't, he would set him up, and he would definitely catch something.

Jiang Chen's body recovered quickly, but because of what happened last time, Meng Yufan was still awkwardly ignoring him.

Jiang Chen didn't want to drag him down anymore, so he deliberately didn't contact him. Seeing that the lunar year was approaching, Jiang Chen's mood became more and more irritable.

The company's projects are going smoothly, Jiang Chen is a little idle, and friends ask him out to play, but he also pushes them away.

He didn't plan to go to any place where he might meet Zhou Li, and the days went by so peacefully for a month.

Jiang Chen even felt that he had almost forgotten about Zhou Li, and sometimes he would struggle to figure out what kind of tricks Zhou Li was playing.

In Jiang Chen's impression, Zhou Li is a person who will take revenge, and is domineering and violent, it is impossible to let him go so quietly.

So why?

After thinking about it, Jiang Chen figured it out, Zhou Li must be with the person he likes, that's why he didn't have time to pester him.

That's fine, both sides are hurting, it's the last way to choose when there is no other way, everyone can live in peace, that's the best.

Zhou Li seems to have liked that person for a long time, maybe three years ago, and it will take a while to be together this time.

To be honest, Jiang Chen sympathized with that man, it was definitely not a lucky thing to be liked by someone like Zhou Li.

Well, it seems that as long as they don't break up, Zhou Li won't bother him anymore, so let them go forever.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing, how stupid he was back then, but he just called Zhou Li during the orgasm, and thought he was tempted by him.

In fact, there is nothing to be tempted or not, isn't it all over now?

It's good to keep the status quo, Zhou Li, that little bastard, let that man slowly tune-teach him.

On the afternoon of the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Yuchuan went out to drink tea with a few old friends. Jiang Chen had nothing to do, so he went to the book bar alone, wanting to be quiet and quiet.

Jiang Chen used to like reading a lot, but he's been a little busy recently, so he didn't go to the bookstore much.

Because it was almost Chinese New Year, there was no one in the book bar, so Jiang Chen ordered coffee, sat by the window, and spent the whole afternoon leisurely.

In the evening, Jiang Chen was a little tired and planned to go out to find a place to eat.

At this time, a man walked up to his desk and said politely, "Excuse me, can I borrow this book?"

The man's voice was warm and clear, very pleasant to hear. Jiang Chen raised his head and saw that it was a young man in his twenties.

Wearing a black sweater, a cashmere coat hanging in the arms, chestnut hair, slightly long bangs.

With straight eyebrows and clear eyes, he is a very handsome boy.

Their eyes met, Jiang Chen and the boy were startled, "Oh, of course."

The boy smiled at Jiang Chen, "Can I sit here?"

"Well, of course."

The boy behaved generously and spoke well, all of which revealed his good temperament and self-cultivation.

Jiang Chen felt that this boy made him very comfortable, so he also smiled at him, "You also like Xi Murong?"

"Well, I think her poems are very good, and they are very moving after reading them."

The boy sat down opposite Jiang Chen, and stretched out his palm to him, "Hello, my name is Fang Wei, Wei Wei."

Jiang Chen shook hands with him, and said, "Jiang Chen, Chen Ji's Chen."

Fang Wei nodded in praise and said, "Good name, quite domineering."

Jiang Chen chuckled, and handed the collection of poems to Fang Wei, "Which poem by Xi Murong do you like the most?"

"A flowering tree, what about you?"

"Death of the White Bird."

Fang Wei was taken aback, "Why do you like that one? It's very sad, and it's hard to read it."

"Isn't the one you like more sad?"

Fang Wei thought about it seriously, "Indeed, ignoring is far more cruel than killing."

Jiang Chen and Fang Wei chatted just like this, there were not many people in the book bar, and the two people's voices were not loud, the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

From the collection of Xi Murong's poems, we have been talking about the international situation, global warming, and financial crisis.

Then Fang Wei suddenly discovered that there was a "Practical Photography Tutorial" in Jiang Chen's book, and he was very excited and said, "You also like photography?"

"Well, I've been trying to find time to study hard, why, are you interested too?"

"I'm a photographer, and my studio is not far from here, and it has been open for several years."

Jiang Chen looked at Fang Wei, and said in disbelief, "How old are you? You already have a studio?"

Fang Wei grinned, "I'm almost thirty."

"You're almost thirty? It's not like that. I thought you were in your early twenties just now."

Fang Wei frowned, and looked at Jiang Chen tenderly, "How can you say so exaggeratedly? How about you? You must be younger than me, right?"

Jiang Chen took a sip of coffee, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm 35 after Chinese New Year."

Xia Wei was obviously taken aback, and kept blinking, "Impossible, you look 27-[-] at most."

"Why should I lie to you?"

Jiang Chen's smile was always on the corner of his mouth. Fang Wei is a man who is educated and knowledgeable, and many of his ideas coincide with Jiang Chen's.

So Jiang Chen felt that chatting with Fang Wei was very easy. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. On such a cold winter night, his heart felt warm and comfortable.

At this time, Fang Wei wanted to say something again, but suddenly there was a "gurgling" sound from his stomach, and he blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Jiang Chen, I'm hungry, there is a self-service Japanese restaurant nearby, do you want to go eat some together?"

"Well, okay, I happen to be hungry too."

Jiang Chen and Fang Wei came out of the book bar and walked along the sidewalk. Fang Wei was about three or four centimeters taller than him, and he kept looking at him with bright eyes.

"The sashimi in this shop is very authentic. Brother, are you driving? You can't drive after drinking sake."

"It's not enough to find a substitute driver."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? You're still smart. Hehe."

In the end, less than two hours after the meal, Jiang Chen and Fang Wei exchanged business cards and mobile phone numbers.

The sake was weak and not easy to drink, but Jiang Chen felt that Fang Wei seemed to be drunk, but he insisted that he was fine.

Jiang Chen called two surrogate drivers, one to see Fang Wei off and the other to see him off.

When the car drove away, Fang Wei smiled and waved at him, the tenderness in his eyes was as thick as unmelted honey.

As soon as I got home, before I could stand on my feet, Fang Wei sent a text message, "Brother Jiang, it's nice to meet you today, have you arrived home safely?"

Jiang Chen thought, this Fang Wei should also be of the same kind, he probably fell in love with him, right?

My God, how did you become like Zhou Li, and feel good about yourself?

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile, this night, he slept soundly and did not suffer from insomnia.