Try changing my plan again?

▍He wants to feed him and protect him.

Jiang Song's appearance was like a reassuring pill, calming the fear of the Tianyu Vision project team for the past two days.

The president of Jinyuan Group personally came to the company to pick him up. Regardless of the relationship between these two people, he knew that at least the cooperation would not collapse.

After watching the two go out one after the other, someone sighed, "Damn, you still care about whether the designer has lunch? What kind of 24 filial good customer is this, why can't I meet him?"

Geng Wanwan instantly put away his old mother's smile, and glanced at the man with disdain, "Stupid, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend."

The innocent people eating melons said, "???"

On the other side, the frightened person was replaced by Ruan Mian.

He followed Jiang Song, secretly glanced at his big black face from time to time, but didn't dare to say a word.

Didn't you let him catch you without eating?

He didn't understand what he was panicking about, but somehow he just felt wronged... Or, seeing Jiang Song unhappy, he felt bad.

Having said that, how did he tell that Jiang Song was unhappy?He obviously has no expression, but he can feel his anger.

But what is he mad about?It's not that their plans are too urgent and they don't have time to eat.

Ruan Mian timidly lowered his head and pondered carefully. He was very absorbed in thinking. When he was approaching the door, Jiang Song stopped and turned around. Before he could speak, Ruan Mian didn't react. Kicked his right foot, mixed garlic with both legs, and fell straight to Jiang Song.

Jiang Song obviously didn't react, and instinctively reached out to catch him.

It was still the familiar scent, and the warmth in his arms turned into a strange magnetic attraction through the black shirt, luring Ruan Mian's sense of smell and nerves.

The sweet suffocation took him out of his mind.

People are naturally eager for beautiful people and things, greedy and aggressive, Jiang Song is like a piece of ice cream cake in front of him, delicate, beautiful, and slightly air-conditioned.

You don't know if the cake is poisonous, and you don't know if you have the confidence to eat such an expensive cake, but you know...the taste must be very sweet.

Jiang Song held his arm and helped him up. The moment he lowered his head, a light flashed through his eyes, which were clear and bright.

"What do you think?"

Ruan Mian had a ghost in her heart, her eyes dodged back and forth, and her mind was absent-minded, "No...it's nothing."

Jiang Song looked at him quietly, for a long time, his slender fingers brushed away the loose hair on his forehead, and quickly put it back, "Don't think about it, I will vent your anger for you."

Ruan Mian was stunned for a moment, and just realized that Jiang Song probably wanted to go wrong. Just as he was about to explain, the automatic glass door of the office building was opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, wrapped in the dull damp air before the shower.

"This terrible weather!" Ruan Mian couldn't help howling, and shivered as she folded her arms.

In the next second, a suit jacket was thrown over and covered his head.

"You don't eat lunch, and you don't add clothes when it's cold. How did you grow up so big?"

Ruan Mian silently grabbed the collar, pulled it off her head, and a few dull hairs stood up on the top of her head again, "You said... why did you bother to fix my hair just now?"

Jiang Song's expression finally relaxed a little, with a slight smile, he stretched out his hand to straighten out the mess, "Wait here, I'll go drive."

She slept all day yesterday, which caused her biological clock to be disordered, and she couldn't close her eyes at night. Now she was sleepy, Ruan Mian was covered with Jiang Song's clothes, and her whole body was listless. The cat dozed off in the passenger seat.

He has a bit of heat and cold these past few days, coupled with the urgency, he probably started to have a fever, but he didn't dare to take his temperature, for fear that he would be weak if he knew that he was really sick.

The burning in her throat was very uncomfortable, Ruan Mian coughed twice, frowned and tilted her head, put the seat back a bit, found a comfortable position for herself, and looked out the window drowsily.

"Did you come here because you were afraid that I would be in a bad mood?"

Jiang Song didn't say a word, which was his tacit consent.

Ruan Mian crawled along the pole, turned over and struggled to poke his thigh, "You don't talk, how can you be so coaxing?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"You can say anything, it's too quiet." I don't know if it's because of Jiang Song's presence, but Ruan Mian suddenly doesn't want to be tense anymore, and she slumps down. Talking mode, "Lay, really Lay... If you're tired, forget it, it's still annoying."

"Why are there so many messy things every day? At the beginning, there was something that I couldn't think about doing this job. Being a designer is really hard."

"A lot of things can't be pondered at all, and it's impossible to live a day after thinking about it."

"...But if you don't become a designer, you won't know you."

"Hey, Jiang Song, why don't I drive an excavator? I'm a craftsman after all, with a lot of money in his hands... Let me come and see the training class..."

Seeing that he was about to take action with his cell phone, Jiang Song finally couldn't listen any longer. He took off the crime tool with one free hand and stuffed it into the armrest box, "I'll shovel two catties of soil, and you won't be more than one or two catties. Can it work?"

Probably because he felt that it was not enough to shock people, he added, "And from now on it will be autonomous driving, what do you want?"

"Is it a fire?" Ruan Mian covered her head with her coat, and wailed in despair, "Then what else can I do? How about going to Jinyuan downstairs to sell pancakes? Your staff will get a [-]% discount."

Jiang Song was merciless, "The city management committee confiscated your tricycle."

Ruan Mian, "..."

Ruan Mian, "Do you want to become a corpse bearer? I heard that the annual salary is 50."

Jiang Song, "You little brat, save yourself."

Ruan Mian curled her lips, "How will you know if you don't try? You have to try to know how cowardly you really are."

"...You should take a break."

The car was silent again, and a gloomy gloomy flashed across Jiang Song's face.

He suddenly had a weird idea.

If Ruan Mian really loses everything because of this, he doesn't have to work so hard anymore, and he can feed him with good food and drink. As long as he asks, he can give him whatever he wants.

Affordable and willing to give.

He talked a lot with Geng Wanwan yesterday, about Ruan Mian's tragic childhood tortured when he was drunk, about his seriously ill mother, his jerk-like father, about why he regards money as his life, why he never wanted to Talk about feelings.

Geng Wanwan is rare and serious, "Lucky people are healed by their childhood all their lives, and unlucky people are healed their childhoods all their lives. He is just afraid, huddled in the small quilt, and the awkwardness is just to protect himself."

Some defenses are like cocoons, the original softness is worn down to indestructibility. People who have been in the dark for a long time will only feel dazzling when they see the fire at first sight, and they are afraid of being burned.

He wants to raise him and protect him, but when he likes someone, he respects and loves him more, and tries his best to fulfill everything he wants, especially his dreams, instead of breaking his wings for his own selfishness.

Jiang Song drove the weird thoughts out of his mind, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned his head again, Ruan Mian was already sleeping with his head tilted.

He didn't seem to be sleeping comfortably, arching his body restlessly from time to time, and he didn't know what he was muttering, it didn't sound very friendly.

The more Jiang Song looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and the tentacles were hot.

The slightly cool back of the hand was pressed against the skin, very comfortable, Ruan Mian snorted, reached out to grab his wrist, and at the same time, the tightly wrapped coat slipped off her body.

Without further ado, Jiang Song withdrew his hand and turned around at the intersection ahead.

Ruan Mian opened her eyes in bewilderment, "Hey? What's wrong?"

Jiang Song glanced at him coldly and mercilessly, "You have a fever."

Ruan Mian touched her forehead, "..."

Oops, seems to be angry again.

Ruan Mian was dragged to the hospital without the slightest right to speak, and was dragged back to Jiang Song's house with a bag full of medicine, wrapped in a small blanket, nestled on the sofa waiting for Aunt Yuan to stew pears and make porridge.

Jiang Song leaned against the door to answer the phone, took out the confiscated cigarette from Ruan Mian, lowered his head and lit one, and said in a low voice, "Bi Hong, the company is called Zhuang Yishu, check their tax and sales Licenses, firefighting qualifications, and, to see if there are any lawsuits and disputes, let’s expose them by the way.”

The person on the other end of the phone laughed twice, "What kind of hatred? So wicked."

Jiang Song sullenly said, "Is this immoral?"

"You can just buy it for him. If you have a grudge, you will avenge your grievance."

"Who wants to buy such a broken company?"

"Okay, okay, no problem, it's on me, it's just that I didn't expect it... Who the hell is this? I'm so interested, I didn't bring it for me to see."

Jiang Song turned to look at Ruan Mian, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his head on the blanket, swinging back and forth hugging the pillow.

Aunt Yuan brought Sydney Chuanbei stewed rock sugar, Ruan Mian just took a bite, her face immediately wrinkled like a plum, covered her head and rolled around rather than die.

"Wait a little longer." Jiang Song rubbed his forehead helplessly, "Let's not talk about it, someone lost his temper."

The author says:

Lucky people are healed by childhood all their lives, and unlucky people are healed their childhoods all their lives.

I can't find the source...it's not original.

Every day I swear in guilt that I must code well, but September and October are really busy, and I can’t get up tired when I go home at night... After November, it’s off-season.

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