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▍Just say I like you, will it be too pale?

The sun shines through the half-curved floor-to-ceiling glass, and falls warmly on the carpet.

The interior decoration of the office on the top floor is extremely simple, with a solid cherry wood table, a whole wall of bookcases made of the same material, two single sofas, and only one huge abstract painting.

The cold single color has an inhuman sense of distance, and the cool temperament is exactly the same as its owner.

The beautiful female secretary in high heels knocked on the door gracefully, and only when she heard "Come in" came from inside, she nodded slightly to the person behind her and pushed the door open.

Jiang Song sat at his desk, put down the document he was flipping through, then got up and nodded slightly to the person who came.

"Teacher Meng."

This "Teacher Meng" was quite respectful, the female secretary was startled, and Meng Zhou, who was following her, was also startled.

After all, it was Lao Jiang who had been in the mall for many years. Meng Zhou came back to his senses in an instant, smiled calmly, "I dare not be that."

The female secretary pulled away the chair and led Meng Zhou to sit across the desk. Jiang Song changed his name when he spoke again, "What would you like to drink, Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhou smiled and said, "Coffee is fine."

Jiang Song's gaze turned to the female secretary, who nodded in understanding, turned and walked out of the office.

Meng Zhou came to discuss cooperation with Jinyuan Group. He knew that Y·H's current situation was still on the verge of life and death, and he urgently needed an opportunity to completely turn around.

The real estate company under Jinyuan Group has recently developed a new real estate, which is close to the West Fourth Ring Road. There has always been a saying in this city that the east is rich and the west is expensive. , the price can be imagined, and the audience is obviously not ordinary people.

What Meng Zhou wanted was for Y·H to take over the refined decoration of this building.

In recent years, light decoration and heavy decoration have become a trend. The earlier complex styles are no longer popular. Y·H has done a market survey, and now 70.00% of people prefer modern, new Chinese or simple American decoration styles. There is no need for too complicated decoration, and the later soft decoration can be used to highlight individuality and meet the needs of life.

And decoration is definitely a cumbersome thing to worry about. Since the people in this real estate are social elites, most of them should be happy to move in without worry and effort.

Building hardcover real estate is also a huge profit for developers.

In addition to the general trend of market demand, centralized procurement of materials can reduce costs to a certain extent, resulting in a premium and considerable profits.

However, there will also be corresponding problems. First, the decoration company that undertakes must be able to grasp the pain points of buyers. The hardware design and positioning are accurate, and then the quality of the project. Once such a large-scale project has problems in the delivery, the after-sales cost will be too high. , can only cut off hidden dangers from the source.

Jinyuan Group is a big tree. The companies that want to cooperate with them are crowded out, and various planning cases are piled up in a small mountain. Some small companies offer extremely low prices and strive to gain an advantage in terms of price. The top of the food chain relies on the gimmicks of well-known designers.

The reason why Jiang Song prioritized Y·H is really not because of selfishness.

He can see the urgency of Y·H to make a comeback. The ten-year-old company must have impeccable qualifications and experience. Even if there are problems in the management, these problems have become his bargaining chips in negotiating conditions now.

He wants to keep the cost to a minimum and ensure the quality. At the same time, he also wants to take advantage of the established design company.

The price of a small company is low, but it is difficult to have an excellent design plan, which is not a good choice for high-end real estate, and those large companies with a solid foundation will definitely put profits first.

Only Y·H can take care of both. In order to regain their strength and rebuild their reputation, they will try their best to complete even a loss-making business that has gritted their teeth.

Jiang Song's doing this is obviously taking advantage of the fire, but he is not an unscrupulous profiteer, and he will not really squeeze the other party out of their money, so their cooperation can be regarded as mutual benefit.

Meng Zhou's hesitation was expected by Jiang Song, and he was not in a hurry. He put his index finger on the table and tapped, "This is a good opportunity for you to stand up, isn't it? You can give me an answer after thinking about it."

During the nearly two-hour negotiation, all the pros and cons and conditions had been clearly stated. Meng Zhou already had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't figure out who Jiang Song was, and he didn't dare to let go easily.

After all, the nature of a businessman is profit. This young man made his position clear, just waiting for the wisher to take the bait.

Meng Zhou changed the positions of his crossed legs, and straightened up, "After all, Y·H is not my company alone, so I can't decide on this matter alone, and I will give you an answer in a week. .”

"Okay." Jiang Song raised his hand and looked at his watch, switching between business and personal relationships freely, "Mr. Meng, if you're not busy, why don't you have lunch together?"

The hour hand approached six o'clock little by little, and Ruan Mian felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He will see Jiang Song again in two hours, but he doesn't know how to get along with Jiang Song now.

Ruan Mian took out her mobile phone and sent Li Yuhuai a WeChat message, typing and deleting it back and forth. It took a long time to organize the words: "It's over, I have relationship problems, I seem to like If you lose someone you can't like, what should you do, the brain nerves are about to die."

After a while, Li Yuhuai's news came back, "??? Has your account been hacked?"

Ruan Mian grabbed her forehead violently, threw the phone aside, and gave up struggling.

...Forget it, how to say these two sentences clearly, even if it is clear, Li Yuhuai is not reliable.

Geng Wanwan rushed out of the meeting room in a hurry, picked up his bag and started stuffing random things in it, "Master, master, lend me the electronic ruler, but I lost it again, so I am in a hurry to measure the room with the client."

Ruan Mian raised her head wearily, "Can you be a homeowner? How many have you lost in a month?"

Geng Wanwan grinned at him, "Accidents are all accidents."

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, and opened the drawer weakly, "The ruler is there, so don't come back if you lose it."

"Decree." Geng Wanwan took the ruler and thoughtfully drew a circle with his head, "Master, you look so resentful, to be honest, is it because of Jiang Song?"

Ruan Mian picked up the book and wanted to cut people down, but Geng Wanwan jumped to the distance like a rabbit, turned around and smiled brightly, waving goodbye.

He leaned back on the table again, sighed to cover his sobs, "...this complicated world."

Perhaps he heard the lament in his heart, the sky follows people's wishes, and it was not Jiang Song who came to pick him up at night, but the Cayenne from before.

Stretching one's head and retracting one's head is also one blow, but one second of life is one second, Ruan Mian was relieved at least.

The driver of the Cayenne, surnamed Sun, is a very kind middle-aged uncle. He has picked up Ruan Mian for a while, and he likes this handsome and polite young man. When he knew he didn’t like breakfast, he asked his wife to make an extra portion every morning. Watch him eat when you come to pick him up.

Master Sun put the crutches in place, got into the cab and looked back, "Xiao Ruan doesn't seem to be in a good mood?"

Ruan Mian was still replying to the client's WeChat, raised her head and smiled at him in the midst of her busy schedule, "No, no."

Master Sun sighed, "It's really hard for young people nowadays. This generation is an only child, and there is only one family. In the future, parents will need to take care of them when they get old, and no one can take care of them. The society is under great pressure and work is tiring. It's not true. life of man."

Ruan Mian put down the phone with a wry smile, "Who says it's not... Then what, where is Jiang Song? Busy today?"

Master Sun said "uh", "...I don't know much about this, but when are they not busy?"

Ruan Mian thought about it too, babbled and looked out the window in a daze, but Master Sun couldn't close the chatterbox once he opened it, and continued talking on his own.

"Speaking of Jiang Song... I watched him grow up. I used to pick him up and drop him off at school when he was a child. This kid is really seldom talkative. He never chatted with me on the road. He just stared outside the window in a daze. Over time Only then did I realize that he actually wanted to go out and play."

"You say such a big kid, who doesn't like to play? My son is thirteen, and he is still crazy like a wild monkey every day. He can't beat him, but Jiang Song has never seen him play since he was a child, except for school. I don't even know that those messy classes have a purpose, the child is so fucking autistic, I haven't seen him laugh much."

Maybe it was because he realized that he accidentally swears, Master Sun smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I said I was excited... After so many years of pick-up and drop-off, it's impossible to say that I don't have any feelings. Every time I look at his parents' face Look... always keep a stern face, only say that he shouldn't do this and that should not, is he a bit like a parent? I can't figure it out, how can you expect a child to be sensible? Sometimes you see I feel really distressed, money belongs to money, I always feel that he is not as comfortable as my bastard son."

Ruan Mian opened her mouth, her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, she lowered her head and curled her lips.

Although he had no father when he was young, and the life at home was tight, but he has never been short on eating, drinking and having fun.

His mother is a very gentle person. As long as his son likes things that are not too much, he will definitely support him, and he will not put pressure on him for any reason. Mom just patted his head, "I don't ask you anything, it's the same for the second and third majors, don't be too tired."

It seems that she has only one wish in her life, that her son should be happy.

Ruan Mian suddenly felt that all the lemons he ate were for nothing, and Jiang Song was so pitiful for the child, he no longer made a fuss about burning him to death.

Master Sun sighed deeply, "Do you know how good that kid is at painting? I'm a big bastard, I can't understand it, but I always know something about it, but he was forced by his father to go abroad to study something... Then What kind of university, studying economics, I know you two have a good relationship, don't tell him, in fact, the other day I saw him secretly crying in the yard holding the torn certificate... There is no way, born in this way family, what can I do?"

Ruan Mian seemed to have something stuck in her heart, she swallowed and still couldn't go up or down, so she had to roll down the window and take a deep breath.

He wanted Master Sun to stop talking, but the desire to spy deep in his heart allowed him to keep silent.

Master Sun shook his head, "Actually, as a driver, I shouldn't say so much. He has gotten closer to you over the years, so I will tell you these words..."

Ruan Mian smiled dryly, "Haha, thank you for telling me, otherwise I would always envy him for being rich."

Master Sun also laughed, squinting at him from the rearview mirror, "You kid."

The empty big house was deserted, Ruan Mian sat alone at the dining table, and started to stare blankly with his chopsticks in his mouth as he ate.

He still couldn't figure out how Jiang Song endured it when he lived alone. Like him, he would like to live in a small house, at least he wouldn't feel so empty and lonely.

Ruan Mian couldn't bear it, so she insisted on dragging Aunt Yuan with her, but Aunt Yuan couldn't stand his soft-heartedness and acting like a baby, so she had to take off her apron to accompany her.

Ruan Mian drank some porridge with little interest, endured again and again, but still couldn't hold back, and asked tentatively, "Auntie, Jiang Song has been eating alone since he was a child?"

Auntie Yuan paused for a moment in picking up vegetables, and then she showed the same expression as Master Sun, "Yes, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang have always been busy. Only he and Xiao Yuan depended on each other. Later, Xiao Yuan got married, and he was the only one left at home."

Ruan Mian's mind wandered, she didn't know what to put in her mouth, and just chewed it, her face immediately began to contort.

What a bitter gourd scrambled eggs.

He let out an "Aww", bared his teeth and searched for trash cans all over the floor. After vomiting, he couldn't do it anymore, and drank several sips of water.

Auntie Yuan cooked for Ruan Mian for a long time, knowing that he would not eat bitter food, this bitter gourd scrambled egg was originally prepared for Jiang Song, so that he could clear away heat and detoxify.

When Ruan Mian stretched out the chopsticks just now, she was a little excited, thinking that he had finally changed his temperament and stopped being picky eaters. Good guy, it turned out that he was distracted and didn't notice.

Auntie Yuan is getting old, and when she sees a junior she likes, she likes to nag a few words, always trying to persuade him to turn around and say, "It's not good to be so picky eaters all the time, and it's not too bad to eat if you get used to it, it's good for your health."

"Yeah." Ruan Mian completely lost her appetite, and put down her chopsticks listlessly, "Auntie, I'm full, and I still have work to do."

During the day, the whole person is in a trance, which leads to extremely low work efficiency. Ruan Mian understands why puppy love is forbidden when he is in school, which affects his mood too much.

He didn't want to go back to his room, so he stayed in the living room, the computer was placed on the coffee table, and he crossed his legs in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, curled up aggrieved.

CAD is still the same CAD, and the designer is distracted while drawing.

He always felt that he had transcended time and space, as if he could see Xiao Jiang Song sitting at the dining table eating alone, with a lonely and cold face.

Just stop and draw like this, and by the time the little work was finished, it was already a quarter past ten.

Jiang Song hasn't come back yet.

Ruan Mian turned off the computer, retreated to lie on the sofa and sent him a WeChat message: "Are you still busy? When will you be back?"

After waiting for a long time after posting, he didn't wait for a reply. He hugged the soft bag and looked at Tiao Kong in a daze.

Aunt Yuan was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she patted him and told him to go back to sleep. Ruan Mian turned over without opening her eyes, and said vaguely, "I'll wait for Jiang Song to come back."

Aunt Yuan had no choice but to go back and fetch a thin blanket to cover him.

As soon as Jiang Song entered the door, he saw the person on the sofa, who was almost 1.8 meters tall and huddled up with a small pillow, pitifully.

Aunt Yuan came out when she heard the movement, and asked in a low voice, "Have you eaten yet? Would you like some supper?"

Jiang Song shook his head, "No, go to sleep now."

Aunt Yuan followed his gaze to Ruan Mian, smiled and sighed, "Tell him to go back to sleep, he must wait for you."

In the living room, there were only two desk lamps with soft light on. The person on the sofa buried half of his face in the pillow, his forehead drooped softly, and his long breathing was gentle and gentle.

Jiang Song walked to the sofa, bent down and stared quietly at the sleeping face, feeling a little complicated for a moment.

There seemed to be a crack in the always indestructible armor, and the heart, which had been covered and protected by cold iron all year round, was exposed, not frightened or frightened, beating to accept the warmth that penetrated through the gap.

... This is someone waiting for him to come home.

Jiang Song rubbed Ruan Mian's head with a smile, "You still sleep here if you think the sofa is too hard?"

Ruan Mian was sleepy, her eyelashes fluttered before she half-opened her eyes, which were hazy with sleepiness.

The next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he sat up as if he had touched a switch, "...you, you are back."

Jiang Song raised one eyebrow slightly, "Your posture seems to drive me out."

Ruan Mian was like a furry cat, waving her hands again and again, and the blanket slipped off her body, "No, no, just... you didn't reply to WeChat, so I just, I don't feel at ease, I'll go back to sleep when you come back, I... "

Jiang Song stood up and habitually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, "I haven't checked WeChat."

He paused, "Call directly next time."

Ruan Mian, "...Oh."

Jiang Song, "Get up?"

Usually Jiang Song doesn't talk much, but when he met Ruan Mian again, he didn't know what to say, the two of them went upstairs silently one after the other, and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Before pushing the door, Ruan Mian held the handle and turned her head, "Then I'm going to sleep."

After finishing speaking, we will drill into the house.

"Ruan Mian." Jiang Song called out suddenly.

Ruan Mian stopped and blinked suspiciously, "Huh? What's wrong?"

Jiang Song didn't answer, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hook him, bringing him into his arms.

Ruan Mian was suddenly hugged tightly against his chest, and the extremely addictive woody fragrance surrounded him with his body temperature, engulfing his reason and sinking continuously.

In an instant, her breathing was stagnant and her heart stopped beating.

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He was really dumbfounded.

Although he had vaguely prepared himself mentally, he was still completely dazed the moment he was embraced by Jiang Song.

Countless complex emotions rushed into the brain from the limbs at a speed beyond light, and then with a "buzz", the CPU was completely overloaded and burned.

Jiang Song felt the tension and stiffness of the person in his arms, patted him on the back as if to comfort him, and rested his chin lightly on his shoulder, "I'm going abroad for a trip tomorrow, about half a month, next week Ask Uncle Sun to accompany you when the plaster is removed."

The warm breath fell on the side of the neck, caressing the skin as gently as a feather, stirring the most subtle and sensitive nerves, Ruan Mian shivered, staring blankly at the hanging painting at the end of the corridor.

Maybe it wasn't a painting, maybe it was a colonnade, or whatever, he didn't know where he was looking.

A deep voice came from beside my ear, which was mesmerizing, "I don't have much experience in confession."

Jiang Song let go of Ruan Mian slightly, bent down, and his soft lips fell on the side of his face.

The short kiss was very light and shallow, as if he was careful not to scare him.

"Just say I like you...wouldn't it be too pale?"

The author says:

Take a vaccination, the softness still has a psychological shadow... Huge