My Professor Shen

"Boss Jiang, go slowly." Wen Yu took the driver's job, bent down and opened the car door for Jiang Ling, with burning eyes behind her, like a glow on her back.

Before the corners of Wen Yu's froze mouth could relax, he caught a glimpse of Chu Ran standing behind the glass door of the building.It turned out that it was Chu Ran who had been staring at them just now. Chu Ran had a gloomy and pretty face. Wen Yu couldn't understand what she meant, but thought that expression was weird.

Did her hand touch Boss Jiang's sleeve just now?Chu Ran didn't think he was too close to Boss Jiang just now, Wen Yu's mind was full of fantasies about being targeted in the future, and his scalp felt numb for a while.

"Miss Chu, don't you want to go to dinner?" Wen Yu spoke politely as she passed the gate, with an impeccable smile on her face.

Chu Ran was stunned for a moment, and looked straight into her eyes. Compared to Jiang Ling, she came to the company as frequently as Jiang Ling.The impression of Wen Yu is still at the level that she is Jiang Ling's work assistant, and there is no other interaction in private.

Wen Yu is actually very handsome, with ink-like hair tied behind, revealing a smooth forehead, a lock of black hair hangs down to her chin, her eyes are light brown, with the unique aura of professional women .Putting aside personal feelings, Wen Yu is considered a beautiful beauty, but for Chu Ran, she can't look at Jiang Ling and the people around her objectively now.

The position where they stood was too eye-catching, the main entrance was facing the sidewalk, and it was the peak time of getting off work at noon, and the road was bustling with people coming and going, so the risk of exposure was too great.Chu Ran came back to her senses, ignored Wen Yu's sudden greeting, turned around and left.

Wen Yu was inexplicably stared at by her. Her phone kept beeping for new news, and her palms were numb due to the vibration.

Discussions in the company's gossip group were in full swing. One was about Li Ran's dismissal, and the other was about the relationship between Jiang Ling and Chu Ran. Various versions were clamoring.

Wen Yu was amazed at the enthusiasm of the people in the company to eat melons. Mr. Jiang had just left the office with his front foot, and various speculations followed him.She went up and began to climb the stairs. She hadn't finished reading the above ones, but she kept posting the ones below, and her phone froze.

[What's wrong with Li Ran, she started moving things?Resigned? 】Administrative Department——Xiao Wang was the first to ask a question. This sentence was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and people who joined the discussion followed one after another.

[Just now, there was a group post in the personnel department, she was fired! 】The staff of the personnel department broke the first news of the day.

[No wonder she was crying, I heard her calling Vice President Yang, hey, that's so crooked, I almost threw up. 】Through the screen, you can smell the coquettish smell.Everyone knows that Li Ran is a well-connected household, and he always shows his pride on his face every day, wishing everyone would know about his messy affair with Vice President Yang.

[? ? ?I am stationed in the gossip group for 23 hours a day, like a jumping up and down, I can't understand the current melon. ] A person from the artist management department interjected, directly leading away the gossip trend.

[I heard that President Jiang personally gave the order.I also heard from the people in the secretariat upstairs that Mr. Jiang and Chu Ran were orphans and widows in the office in the morning...] This ellipsis is very spiritual, and the love-hate entanglement of the rich is the most eye-catching.

The sun is very dazzling today, and the strong sunlight hit Wen Yu hot, but she shuddered inexplicably. It was obvious that Mr. Jiang and herself were in the elevator at that time. How could this group of people know everything? same as monitoring.

Wen Yu's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed at which they sent messages. She summed up silently, guessing that they were roughly divided into several camps, normal contacts, friends with benefits, and just friends, and even more, she proposed the speculation of nurturing.

Her wechat is double-opened every working day, one is Wen Yu, the serious and aloof secretary-general, and the other is Aunt Liu, the company's cleaner.As Mr. Jiang's most capable assistant, she thought it was necessary to say a few good words for the boss and change the image of the employees.

【Jiang is always a good man! 】Wen Yu typed a sentence cracklingly, and clicked to send with her fingers.

I just sent this sentence, but no one responded for a while, Wen Yu was wondering, when a big question mark came back.When she saw the other person's profile picture clearly, she shook her hand holding the phone slightly, trying to maintain the dignity of the secretary-general on her face, and the note on the top of the dialog box read "President Xiao Jiang".

【Wen Yu, I have something to ask you. ] President Xiao Jiang sent her a message a few seconds ago.

It should be that when I was on another account, I didn't pay attention to click on Mr. Jiang's message reminder, but it turned out that the message was sent to the wrong person. There is nothing in this world that is more embarrassing than being flattered behind my back and being photographed in front of me.

Wen Yu clicked withdraw awkwardly, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the system prompted the message to be withdrawn successfully.

[Mr. Jiang, tell me. 】Wen Yu pretended nothing happened, and replied calmly.

Jiang Ling sat on the back seat of the car, her lips pursed into a line, and her eyes were full of entanglement, which finally turned into a touch of determination.

[What kind of gift do you usually want to receive the most. 】She remembered that Wen Yu seemed to be around thirty years old, about the same age as Shen Qingchuan.

Wen Yu at this end waited under the sun for a long time without any news coming back. If he wanted to leave, he was afraid that he would miss Mr. Jiang's rare question. He didn't expect such a sentence.

Her brain was spinning rapidly, and she had a guess in her heart. Of course, she would not pretend to be affectionate and think that Mr. Jiang wanted to give her a gift, so she asked tentatively: [Is Mr. Jiang going to give it away? 】

【Yes. 】It was almost a second reply, and no more information could be seen in a simple answer.

【Is that the same age as me?male or female? 】Wen Yu asked with some choice of words.

[It's a sister. 】When Jiang Ling typed these words, Shen Qingchuan's face appeared in front of her eyes uncontrollably, and she couldn't help but smile.

The word "sister" inexplicably has an ambiguous meaning. Wen Yu chewed on the word repeatedly, and had a rough candidate in his mind. After thinking for a while, he replied: [Actually, whether it is expensive or not is second, the most important thing is the heart. 】

A woman of her age, combined with the company's rumors, Wen Yu subconsciously believed that Mr. Jiang gave the gift to Chu Ran.Chu Yinghou is a successful woman with money and a career. Usually, someone rushes to give some priceless gifts, and the things that fit her heart are more precious.

Although Wen Yu misunderstood deeply, it happened to be wrong, and a blind cat met a dead mouse.

【OK, thanks. 】Jiang Ling thanked him politely.

[Mr. Jiang, you're welcome, you can find me if you need anything. 】

Wen Yu immediately went to Weibo to find a background picture for Mr. Jiang's chat interface. She nodded and looked at the words "clothing, food, and parents" on the screen with satisfaction, and she would not be afraid to reply to the wrong message in the future.

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"Stop at the intersection ahead, and I'll walk over by myself." Jiang Ling closed her eyes and leaned on the soft leather seat to rest, and said to the driver calmly.

"Okay." The driver answered respectfully after he buttoned his clothes to the last button meticulously.

Jiang Ling got off the car ahead of time at an intersection away from Qingshan Villa. In her sight, the driver drove the car and turned into another direction of the community.

When she was about to arrive at Shen Qingchuan's house, she saw such a picture.

Shen Qingchuan was wearing a set of pink and white home clothes, holding an orange Shen Baojia in his arms, the little guy was restlessly dancing his little paws, and she was standing at the gate of the small garden waiting for someone with a smile on her face.Seeing Jiang Ling coming from afar, he waved at her.

The scene in front of her gave Jiang Ling the illusion that they had been together for a long time. Shen Qingchuan acted like a partner waiting at the door of the house every day to return home from get off work.

This is the first time Jiangling saw her dressed so brightly. The pink color made Shen Qingchuan's skin look fairer. Under the sunlight, it seemed to be glowing with soft light. She looked very youthful and lively, not like a sister, but like her sister.

Jiang Ling's heart burned, and she pretended to be serious and said, "Who are you?"

Shen Qingchuan looked at her suspiciously, and before she could answer, he heard Jiang Ling say again: "Which family's younger sister are you, why did you run to someone else's door?"

After hearing this, Shen Qingchuan snorted and said angrily, "You are the only one who is poor."

Anyone who is praised as young will be very happy, and Shen Qingchuan is no exception. She smiled cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with inspiration.

The vibration of Shen Qingchuan's chest alarmed Shen Bao's family. The little guy didn't know what happened, and a small furry head popped out of his arms, looked at this and then at that, its small brain couldn't understand human behavior. How complicated the world is, I yawned and fell straight down.

"It seems to have grown up." Jiang Ling took Shen Baojia from Shen Qingchuan's hand, weighed it, and said with a frown, "It has also become heavier."

Originally thought that the cat's fur was too fluffy and made it look fat, but when Jiang Ling poked its stomach, it turned out to be an unexpected real touch, it was really fat, "big oranges are the most important" sincerely do not deceive me.

"What do you want to drink?" The weather had already started to heat up, and Shen Qingchuan stood at the door for a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his body, and his clothes were tightly stuck to his body, making him uncomfortable.

She added a few ice cubes to the cup, took a big sip, her mind became sober in an instant, most of the heat from her body faded away, Shen Qingchuan narrowed her eyes comfortably, with a lazy and comfortable demeanor and a stretched body. Shen Bao's family miraculously overlapped.

With a smile on her lips, Jiang Ling licked her dry lips, "Sister, I want to drink water too."

"I'll get you a cup." Shen Qingchuan turned around and went to get a cup from the shelf.

Jiang Ling stared at her back, the clothes were attached to her body, the curve of her waist was looming, as if she could feel the delicate and soft touch.

Jiang Ling bent her fingers slightly, and swallowed with difficulty. She picked up the cup on the table where Shen Qingchuan could not see, her lips pressed against the imprint left on the rim of the cup, and a cool stream flowed through her limbs and bones in an instant.

She put the cup in place like a thief, her ears were stained crimson, but she tried her best to maintain a calm face. It was the first time she did this kind of obscene thing, Jiang Ling subconsciously avoided Shen Qingchuan's sight with guilt.

Shen Qingchuan caught a glimpse of the moist luster on her lips, and squinted his eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Rubbing her hair as usual.

"No." Jiang Ling held the full glass of water that Shen Qingchuan poured for her in both hands, her eyes drooped slightly, and she looked straight at the ground.

A layer of water droplets had condensed on the outer wall of the cup with ice cubes, and there were two wet marks on the bottom of the cup gleaming on the table. Shen Qingchuan looked at Jiang Ling helplessly, surprised and complicated in his eyes.

She doesn't understand the thinking of young people.

"Is the ice water good?" Shen Qingchuan sat on the top of his hair, with his long legs crossed, his tone was light and no emotion could be heard.