Try changing my plan again?

▍What a detached, cold and arrogant flower of wealth and honor in the world

It all looks so familiar.

Ruan Mian sat cross-legged in the yard as usual half a month ago, with Jiang Song in the room and a dog beside him.

Familiar houses, familiar people, familiar scenes.

Habits are a terrible thing. It only takes ten days and a half months to get into the bones, and it will take double the time to quit.

Jiang Yuan and Jiang Song sat at the two ends of the dining table. The former rested his chin in boredom and held a gel pen between his fingertips. He turned back and forth, stopping to yawn from time to time.

When I first lived here, this kind of scene always appeared three or four times a week. At first, Ruan Mian would hide to one side and stay alone. Later, when Jiang Song encountered things that he couldn’t figure out, he liked to drag him to discuss together. There is no substantive opinion, and there is someone around you who can always inspire some inspiration.

Since Jiang Song didn't shy away from it, gradually Ruan Mian stopped hiding, and often played games or dozed off by his side.

Ruan Mian teased the dog with a toy ball in his eyes, and every time he tossed it perfunctorily, the teasing was obviously without sincerity, Jiang Pants got angry after playing badly, and grabbed the trouser leg in front of him and shook his head back and forth.

I haven't seen it for a long time, and the three-piece suit has grown a lot, and it is getting uglier and uglier.

Ruan Mian pinched the nape of its neck and picked it up directly.

Jiang Pants was hanging in the air with four claws flying around, struggling desperately, and soon realized that he had no chance of winning in front of this huge two-legged beast, so he lowered his head sullenly and howled continuously into the room.

"...Little bastard, you're going to file a complaint." Ruan Mian gently opened its mouth with her index finger and thumb, revealing two rows of bright white fangs. Grinding your teeth."

Jiang Yuan heard from a distance, "Oh~" with nine bends and eighteen bends, "When will you come next time?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Song raised his eyelids, looked over with a bit of coolness, said nothing, quickly looked away, touched the lighter on the side, and lowered his head to light a cigarette for himself.

What a detached, cold and lonely flower of wealth and wealth in the world.

Ever since we met, this guy has been as stable as an old dog. Although he didn't say a few words, he behaved calmly and treated Ruan Mian the same as before, as if nothing happened that night. You" wasn't an emotion he had either.

Jiang Song just retreated back to his friend's place so calmly, while some people, with calm faces, were actually full of thoughts.

Ruan Mian, "..."

whispering sound.

About half an hour later, Jiang Yuan got up and straightened his clothes, and after chatting a few words, he was about to leave.

Ruan Mian took the soup pot that Auntie Yuan had cleaned with great insight, and followed her consciously and obediently.

Jiang Song sent the person to the door, and seeing Jiang Yuan was about to turn the doorknob, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Ruan Mian and Jiang Yuan turned around at the same time, and before they had time to ask questions, Jiang Song had already turned around and walked back to the house.

The two stood stupidly for a while, during which Ruan Mian shivered twice, hissing from the cold, and Jiang Song came back with a casual coat in his hand.

"It's cold in the morning and evening, so wear more clothes."

The warm light from the wall lamp scattered into a halo in the air, enveloping him with a soft outline.

Ruan Mian's illusion came from somewhere, she thought for a moment that he would wrap it up for her, but after waiting for a long time, she realized that he just handed it over.

That hand was still hanging, a little pale under the black coat, clean, thin, with a shallow depression on the edge of the raised wrist bone.

The last mournful cry of the summer insect echoed low in the night sky, the wind blew through the leaves, and the surrounding was unbelievably quiet.

Ruan Mian regained her concentration in fear, and hastily looked away, feeling a little awkward for the few seconds before.

He lowered his eyes and took the clothes. Originally, he wanted to say thank you, but felt that this was too unfamiliar, so he just responded lightly, "Yes."

A few days later, Bi Rongxi was criticized by the whole company and fired for misconduct.

The same is to pack up and leave, the nature of expulsion and persuasion is completely different, the design circle is small, and the high-end design circle is even smaller, even if they are not familiar with each other, they still know their names to some extent. With exponential growth, once his reputation is ruined, it may be difficult for Bi Rongxi to survive in this industry unless he changes cities.

Father Bi stormed into Meng Zhou's office aggressively, wanting to ask for an explanation. First, he threatened him as a shareholder. Unexpectedly, Meng Zhou had already had enough of their virtues and wanted to kick the father and son out of the company, so he went downhill. I agreed.

Seeing that it was hard to work, Father Bi began to cry again, saying that he was a minister of the humerus after all, and he had accompanied the company step by step for so many years to today, and he would never leave in the wind and rain, so he couldn't hurt his kindness because of such a trivial matter .

Meng Zhou watched coldly and laughed secretly.

Apart from giving a sum of money at the beginning of its founding, this old guy has never cared about a dime. If he had any substantial influence on Y·H, he would just put that unlucky son in. Get into trouble everywhere with a special identity.

When I was at the lowest point, I always wanted to divest the capital, but I couldn't do it. Now that I know that Y·H is about to cooperate with Jinyuan Group, and I see that I am going to make a comeback, I have started to do something about it.

Meng Zhou was grateful for his kindness at the beginning of the establishment, whether it was out of profit or otherwise, he was grateful.

Now Father Bi deserved a lot of benefits, and the company had to take care of his son's misfortune, and Meng Zhou owed them nothing, let alone letting go.

Papa Bi touched the ashes on his nose, his fingertips trembled with resentment, and finally returned to his face, turning into a weird smile, and left angrily.

Before he left, he said harsh words, probably because you waited for me and ruined my son's future, I won't make it easy for you.

Meng Zhou just said with a smile, "Walk slowly."

On the other hand, Ruan Mian plunged into her work, devoting herself to getting those small emotions out of her mind, turning herself into an emotionless working machine.

The two types of houses he was responsible for quickly finalized the layout, and entered the material selection stage. He ran around with an almost pious attitude, picking and choosing everything.

Bricks, floors, wallpapers, bathrooms, wooden doors, custom-made furniture, etc., I searched for samples all day long, carefully took photos and uploaded them one by one, and pasted them in a mess in the PPT.

For material collocation, he has his own way. He is unwilling to rely too much on imagination or intuition. He needs to use tools to make a practical comparison so that they can achieve the best effect when they are combined.

A certain thing looks good when taken out alone, but it may be out of place with the whole house. In contrast, a certain thing looks ordinary, but once it is put in its place, it will also produce amazing results.

There are no bad-looking items, only inappropriate positions and designers who don’t know how to match them.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. In order to catch up with this project, Ruan Mian has suspended accepting orders again. He only needs to deal with the remaining construction sites and the few follow-up customers occasionally, which is handy.

The only accident...probably was that on a rainy afternoon, his second-hand small Mercedes lost the right door.

The cause of the incident was that he took the soft decoration designer to the building materials market to choose wallpapers, and he was busy talking about it all afternoon. When he returned to the underground garage, it was already late and the temperature dropped sharply. The girl was only wearing a thin snow jacket. Spinning the shirt, shrinking the neck in the cold.

Ruan Mian thought about finding a dress from the back seat to put on her, but ended up picking up the coat Jiang Song gave her that night.

He stayed for a while, put it down, found his own and handed it to the girl.

When he got into the cab, Jiang Song's slightly pale wrist bones began to dangle in front of his eyes again.

Ruan Mian has never been very good at turning directions with one hand, but she feels that this kind of behavior is extremely cool.

Especially after seeing Jiang Song casually smoking a cigarette, pressing the steering wheel with his right hand, and turning the car a few times easily to back out of the garage, he was even more fascinated.

Even if the action is cool, the hand is also very good-looking.

Seeing that he had been in a daze for a long time, the girl waved her hands in front of his eyes and called out tentatively, "Teacher Ruan?"

Teacher Ruan realized his gaffe, turned the key quickly, and smiled awkwardly, "Hiss... Tired and stupid."

He decided to use the skills he had been forced to cultivate recently—temporarily unloading his brain, putting aside those messy thoughts, emptying his mind, and thinking about nothing first.

As a result, this clearing was a little bit more thorough.

This building materials market has always been very popular. Rows of cars are parked tightly. Whether it is the aisle or the parking space, it is very narrow, which is a test of driving skills.

Their parking space is right next to a large square pillar, and it is exactly level with the front of the car after parking. It stands to reason that Ruan Mian is also an old driver who has traveled thousands of miles, but the old driver lost his brain today, and his head is still hot. He pressed the steering wheel with one hand at will, trying to be cool like others, but the direction was lost, and there was a sharp scraping sound, and the passenger's door rubbed against the corner of the pillar.

Ruan Mian slammed on the brakes, swayed back and forth following the car, and sighed in shock, "Damn it."

The girl was also taken aback, she quickly rolled down the car window and poked her head to look, "...It's okay, it's not serious, you should give it a shot."

Ruan Mian rubbed her face, reversed the car obediently, and then...the sound of metal crushing became heavier.

He's the other way around.

The car door was completely deformed by being squeezed, and when they successfully escaped from the enchantment of the yellow paint, it could no longer be closed, hanging precariously on the car frame, swinging leisurely with inertia.

Ruan Mian, "...unexpected."

Girl, "...Okay."

By the time Ruan Mian took a taxi from the 4S store and returned to the gate of the complex, exhausted physically and mentally, it was already past eleven o'clock, and there were signs of rebellion coming from his empty stomach.

The small buildings in the residential area were lit with lights, but unfortunately, none of them were waiting for him.

At this moment, Ruan Mian suddenly understood why so many people around her longed for a partner and a home, even if they quarreled and got awkward occasionally, it was better than being alone.

After all, human beings are warm-blooded animals that live in groups. Most of the yearning for hugging and warmth is the nature written in the genes.

He could have endured loneliness, but once he tasted those good things, greed and nostalgia took root and sprouted in his heart, and the branches and leaves flourished day by day.

The autumn wind is bleak and cold, Ruan Mian is carrying a heavy wallpaper sample, walking on the narrow concrete road in the night, the figure is gradually elongated by the street lights, suddenly changed back to a short length, and then elongated again, repeating itself, all alone.

He looked up at the dark night sky, suddenly felt a little tired, and missed his mother a little bit.

I want to find a comfortable and safe place to hide and escape from these mundane things for a short time.

The author says:

...Well, it got a new nickname, called crispy noodles.

It's probably a mockery of my delicate body and fat body, which will break when I pinch it. _(:з」∠)_