Ideal place

Wen Ran and Pei Nanqiu sat across the dining table, a pot of fish soup and meat and vegetables were placed on the table.

Only one chandelier was turned on, and under the warm velvet twilight, there were daily necessities, rice, oil and salt from ordinary people. Wen Ran handed the rice to Pei Nanqiu, picked up his soup bowl, and said, "Be careful of burning."

How to live the next life, Pei Nanqiu has no direction. In fact, life has not changed at all, but the change of mentality can affect a person's emotions too much.

The former Wen Ran was too obedient, Pei Nanqiu liked to see him softly in his palm, he had a sense of accomplishment that he wanted/stopped/cannot/cannot.Pain/pain him, break/break him, peel him off layer by layer like a rose, and touch the softest stamen in the middle, this is what Pei Nanqiu looks forward to every day.

Pei Nanqiu had no appetite, so he made rice with fish soup and mechanically picked up the fishbone with the tip of his chopsticks.Seeing it, Wen Ran stretched out his hand to handle it carefully, then put it back in front of Pei Nanqiu, and gave him the fattest piece of fresh meat from the fish maw.

Pei Nanqiu retracted the corners of his lips, but still couldn't hold back, and asked in a deep voice, "Aran, do you have someone you like?"

Wen Ran was not surprised that Pei Nanqiu noticed that his body and mind were relaxed and happy, and he couldn't pretend his current state.Chewing two mouthfuls of rice, "conscience", Wen Ran replied: "No, it's because the work is much easier than before, and there is no too much pressure, so I feel a lot better."

He put the bank card he had prepared in Pei Nanqiu's hand and said, "This is my salary card, and you will keep it. Just send me 1000 yuan for living expenses every month."

Pei Nanqiu was pleased by Wen Ran's move for the time being, so he didn't ask any more questions, and slowly tasted the fish soup.After eating, washing and going to bed on time, the whole day is over. In the future, he will repeat this kind of life over and over again in a boring way. Pei Nanqiu doesn't know how long it will take for him to really adapt, or maybe he will never be able to accept and compromise.

New company, new mobile phone, new account, Pei Nanqiu's thoughts are in a mess. He is afraid of the truth, but he can't help but want to know who is the one who seduced Wen Ran.

Is he the opponent of this person?

Early the next morning, Audi showed up at the entrance of Wanxin Community on time. After picking up Wen Ran, Shang Zheyu turned the steering wheel and drove into the expressway, heading straight to Shengjie Real Estate in the city center.

The magnificent high-rise buildings, the flowing clouds are reflected on the entire glass window.After parking the car, Shang Zheyu took Wen Ran to the private passage and took the VIP elevator to the 43rd floor.

The [-]-square-meter president's office includes a shelf of Western antiques, Qing Dynasty calligraphy and paintings on two walls, and a luxurious and atmospheric glass booth, which contains dazzling sand table models of high-end real estate.

Jian Xize sat behind the desk, crossing his legs and reviewing a contract.Shang Zheyu sent Wen Ran in, then leaned back knowingly, and waited in the assistant's station by the door, responsible for helping his boss fend off some troublesome clients.

Wen Ran took a leisurely look at it, took out a club, and his swing was not very standard.With a smile on his face, Jian Xize got up and walked forward, hugged Wen Ran from behind, held his hand tightly and taught him the basic skills of golf.

"If you want to play, I will take you to the stadium on weekends." Jian Xize's lips pressed against Wen Ran's ears, and his skin flushed with heat instantly, "Or you can set a time, and I will arrange it."

After hearing this, Wen Ran obediently inserted the club back into the bucket, climbed onto Jian Xize's neck with a limp waist, and asked in a sticky voice, "Why are you so good?"

"There are better ones." Jian Xize deftly loosened Wenran's belt, rolled up the hem of his clothes, and replied, "It depends on whether Secretary Wen is sincere to make me happy."

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