My Professor Shen

Shen Qingchuan fixed his eyes on the chat interface, watched this extremely discordant scene and pondered for a long time, then opened the photo album and swiped, his eyes searched ten lines at a time.

The side bars gradually bottomed out, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and the corners of her eyes were still red, but she laughed out loud.

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Across the screen, no one could notice the teasing in her eyes.

Jiang Ling, who was in the video conference, received a special reminder immediately. She glanced at the phone screen from the corner of her eye, and curiously clicked on the picture that was desperately loading.

When she saw the high-definition picture, her face froze slightly, her brows unconsciously twitched, and a lotus flower picture of "pure heart and asceticism" was placed in front of her eyes.

Budding, colorful.

Except for Wen Yu, Jiang Ling's WeChat account, almost no one else in the company appears in the friend list, and Secretary General Wen Da has become an indispensable information transfer station.

Anyway, no matter which account she used, Wen Yu had to keep in touch with herself at all times, so she simply didn't use her work and life accounts separately.

Outrageous, this was Jiang Ling's first reaction when she saw the picture. Her fingertips hung on the save option, hesitating.

"Mr. Jiang, are you still listening?" Wen Yu, who was speaking eloquently, wondered, she sipped her saliva and patted the head of the leader.

Jiang Ling looked away abruptly, put the phone face down on the table, and said expressionlessly: "Sorry, the network is not good, it's stuck."

Wen Yu nodded, not doubting him, and continued what he had just said: "Is there anything else Mr. Jiang needs to add?"

As soon as these words came out, the screen seemed to freeze again, Jiang Ling stared at the camera motionlessly, and Wen Yu panicked with that gloomy gaze.

"Could it be stuck again?" Wen Yu murmured in a low voice. She waved her hand to make sure it wasn't her fault, and then switched the picture quality from HD to smooth.

If possible, she would like to help President Jiang upgrade her broadband. Wen Yu smiled at the camera while complaining silently.

She was distracted just now and didn't remember the main points at all. Jiang Lingyin's ear pinna under her hair felt hot, and she pretended to be indifferent: "I have a few questions, please report again."

"Okay." Wen Yu secretly rolled her eyes, and tried her best to smile.

At the same time, Shen Qingchuan, who was still sitting on the bay window, waited patiently for a few minutes. After receiving no response, he began to flip through the diary in his hand again.

She turned her stiff neck to sort out her mood.

Shen Qingchuan was actually very entangled, she wanted to finish reading it word for word, but she was afraid that her heart would hurt and she wanted to swallow it whole and skip it.She closed her eyes and thought, and tapped on the diary with her slender knuckles.

The leaves rustled outside the window, and the clock inside ticked.

After a long time, she opened her eyes again, and there was a gleam of clarity in Tao Hua's eyes, she must take a closer look at who is bullying her.

The age of thirteen or fourteen was originally the rebellious period of adolescence, but for Jiang Ling who was often locked in a small dark room, rebellion became the rarest luxury.

Writing a diary has become a way of venting emotions. Between the lines of the text, Shen Qingchuan saw a completely different Jiang Ling.

The backbone of the Jiang family left home, and the second young master of the Jiang family became the most powerful existence. The most indispensable thing in the complicated mansion is the grass. What's more, Jiang Yiming didn't like this marriage that existed in name only. Jiang Ling, who was protected by her mother, faced malice from all directions.

The disabled second young master of the Jiang family has been reduced from the young master of the aristocratic family to a topic of conversation after dinner. His personality and behavior have become more and more surly.

At first, the servant's attitude towards Xiao Jiang Ling was very cautious, but as more and more innocent people were offended, the neglected children became emotional venting buckets.

The weekend became Jiang Ling's most dreaded time. The cramped and dark utility room, the servant's meal every day, and even going to school later became a luxury.The lively and cheerful Xiao Jiang Ling gradually became taciturn, and gradually learned to erect a high wall with indifference.

——"The weak draw their knives at the weaker, it's just the rage of the incompetent."

These words deeply touched Shen Qingchuan's heartstrings, this is not the truth that a 14-year-old child should understand.

Her heart fluctuated violently, and her eyes were already hazy. No wonder she felt that Mr. Jiang spoiled Jiang Ling too much, and even the most involuntary marriage was as she wished. It turned out that this was all to make up for the guilt in her heart.

"So that's how it is." Shen Qingchuan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he smiled wryly while covering his eyes.

The wet hair hung down, and water droplets dripped on the bathrobe along the ends of the hair. It was hard to tell whether it was water stains or tears.

In the next few years, this diary has never been opened again. Maybe life is on the right track, or maybe Jiang Ling wants to seal this embarrassing memory. The blank in the middle lasted until Jiang Ling was 16 years old. And stop.

——"Today's good mood comes from my new neighbors."

Shen Qingchuan was startled, and tilted his head, his eyes showed a hint of disbelief, could the "new neighbor" here refer to himself?

Four years ago, Chu Ran and Xingchuan Entertainment signed a ten-year "sale contract", officially starting the road to pursue their dreams in the entertainment industry. The relationship between him and Chu Ran broke down, and he decided to go abroad for further academic studies.

This year can be said to be a turning point in her life, and it is also where her heart has been tied for so long.

Eager to ask for proof, Shen Qingchuan held back his temper and turned the page again, and the whole "Shen Qingchuan" came into view. Different from the immature handwriting last time, this time the brushwork was between dragons and snakes, everyone's demeanor has already taken shape , Gradually developed a unique style from copying.

She stared at the word "Chuan" and laughed. She had a bad habit when writing a vertical line. She always draws arcs inadvertently, so she was often criticized by the teacher, but she didn't expect that Jiang Ling would also draw a picture like a cat.

After many years, I became the protagonist in Jiang Ling's works again.

——"I couldn't help showing my face in front of my sister today, what are you afraid of, she can't remember me anyway."

The corner of Shen Qingchuan's mouth was smiling, trying to taste some resentment from it, but the time was too long, no matter how much she searched in her memory, she really couldn't remember this ordinary time point.

Realizing the difference between six and 16 years old, Jiang Ling really made things difficult for her.

She just vaguely remembered that that year, because of more and more quarrels broke out, she spent most of the time alone in the Qingshan Villa drawing blueprints, and she really reached the realm of not hearing anything outside the window.

——"I signed Chu Ran and gave her a lot of resources. My sister should not have to worry about money anymore."

Shen Qingchuan's pupils shrank slightly, and a warm current flowed through his heart. Jiang Ling's concealment seemed insignificant in front of this simple thought.

In order to avoid emotional failure, she once blamed the contract for the breakup, constantly complaining about herself and denying herself, which made life and creation during that period like a mess.

In the final analysis, it was the result of the two people's dishonesty in their relationship. Whether it was Jiang Ling's mistaken contract or Shen Li's deliberate intimidation, they could only be regarded as irrelevant pushers at best.

Shen Qingchuan smiled, his mood suddenly brightened.

—“My sister is missing.”

Shen Qingchuan's mood is very complicated, she seems to feel the panic when Jiang Ling can't find it everywhere, after all, she has also played this kind of silently giving role in her relationship.

There were blank papers one after another. Since the day she left the country, Jiang Ling seemed to have lost interest in writing a diary, and the diary has become the bottom of the box.

"Hey." Shen Qingchuan let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had accompanied Jiang Ling to grow up in the real scene, her emotions were ups and downs in just one hour.

Looking out of the window again, the birds were still chirping, but the same view made her feel as if she had been in another world. She closed her eyes and felt the reality of the breeze blowing across her cheeks. The diary on her lap was turned to the last page by the wind.

——"Love at first sight, thoughtful."

The brand-new handwriting, the faint scent of ink, and the smudged edges all prove that this sentence has just been written.

Shen Qingchuan pressed his undulating chest, and the position of the palm was filled with surging anticipation. At this moment, she really wanted to see Jiang Ling immediately.

It's been a long time since I left this impulse, she was still wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair was still damp, Shen Qingchuan didn't bother to go to the cloakroom to find clothes that fit, so she directly put Jiang Ling's black shirt on her body.

"Mr. Jiang." Wen Yu swallowed, and his dry throat was relieved, "This is the situation in the company recently."

"Hmm." Jiang Ling helped the mirror frame that had slipped off, and kept her eyes shut.

A few minutes later, Wen Yu saw that Jiang Ling still had no intention of ending the meeting, so she asked softly, "Boss, do you have any questions?"

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, and reminded: "How is Lin Lulu going?"

Wen Yu, who was busy sorting out the information, suddenly remembered that there was such a number one person. Yang Wei's old and new lovers were always blind to money.

Wen Yu still remembers that when negotiating on behalf of Mr. Jiang, Lin Lulu said to Yang Wei's photo, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I don't want to, but Mr. Jiang's terms are hard to keep people from being tempted."

Wen Yu didn't see the slightest bit of guilt on her face. Instead, she could not restrain her smile. Goosebumps appeared on her body, and she couldn't help but sigh that a woman who turns her face and refuses to recognize anyone is terrible.

"She said that important information should be reported directly to Mr. Jiang." Wen Yu said helplessly. Lin Lulu was very cautious. The titles of secretary-general and personal assistant didn't matter at all.

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and murmured: "Then you pull her in."

"Okay, wait a minute." Wen Yu was happy to have one less job, and with a few clicks of the mouse, Lin Lulu's video came in.

"Crack!" The door was slammed open, Jiang Ling was hit by Xinxiang, and her lips were palpitatingly soft.

Shen Qingchuan clings to Jiang Ling's body like a dodder, the black shirt can't cover her beautiful curves, her slender jade-like legs hang around Jiang Ling's waist, and the wet ends of her hair are swept into her neckline , The numb itching spread to the bottom of her heart.

Shen Qingchuan's clothes made Jiang Ling's eyes darken, she clasped her waist and tapped her toes, and quickly turned the seat to face the camera.

"Sister, I'm here..." Jiang Ling took the opportunity to catch her breath.

"Boss Jiang~" Lin Lulu's charming voice turned a few times, and came out from the computer speakers, mixed with inexplicable ambiguity.

It's over! It's over!

Wen Yu was still in the shock of the live performance, and quickly closed Lin Lulu's microphone, covering her eyes and watching the battle from between her fingers.

Shen Qingchuan's back stiffened, and he remained silent for a moment, a trace of shame flashed quickly, and bloody storms began to brew in his wet peach eyes.

"In a meeting..." Jiang Ling swallowed.