Try changing my plan again?

▍In fact, I really want to spoil him

Mr. Xiao Jiang has been known for his diligence since he entered Jinyuan Group. He clocks in more punctually than the small employees every morning, and he rarely leaves early after get off work.

Originally, he just wanted to escort Ruan Mian home on time, but he was also worried that he was sick and had a poor appetite. He didn't eat much at noon, and now he was hungry again, so he specially left an hour earlier to buy casserole porridge so that he could have a bite.

Who knew that holding a sincere heart, he took a stray bullet head-on.

Ruan Mian looked at Jiang Song, her eyes slowly moved down to his hands, her guilt suddenly turned into guilt, all the colleagues around her seemed to be doing their own duties, but in fact they all pricked up their ears and waited to hear gossip.

His voice became more and more unconvincing, like a mosquito humming, humming so much that even Jiang Song couldn't hear clearly, "...the map collapsed in the afternoon, and I changed the plan just after I found the compensation, and my mentality exploded...just...let it out...you Seeing that I am not familiar with others and it is not easy to scold them, I have to take the blame for you..."

Ruan Mian lowered her head, she was about to dig out a basement with her toes in embarrassment, her heart froze, and she suddenly raised her face, "No! You heard it wrong just now! I love my job! I do it voluntarily! No one abuses me I am very happy!!!"

Jiang Song couldn't hold back his face at all, smiled, and patted the back of his head, "Hurry up and eat a few bites, we'll go home after eating."

Ruan Mian was about to refute, but held back a long sigh, "Then I'll take the computer back."

The moment the two left side by side, the office was free like a cage of sparrows, chattering and whispering.

Except for Geng Wanwan, no one really thinks too much about it. They only think that Ruan Mian has two brushes, and it is simply the most successful party B in history.

After all, insulting the patron is the eternal dream of all designers, not to mention that he still has porridge to drink after insulting.

Because Bentayga provided Ruan Mian with transportation, Jiang Song changed to a Cullinan, and Ruan Mian looked at the extremely luxurious interior, thinking that this person really has a mysterious persistence and love for SUVs.

Ruan Mian just had a cold, so he made light dinner to accommodate him. Originally, Jiang Song ate carefully and didn't eat much, but now he ate less, which made Ruan Mian feel very guilty.

After eating, Ruan Mian squatted on the steps leading to the yard to smoke, surrounded by a happy holiday three-piece suit, while he looked at the last ray of sunset in the distance with bitterness and hatred , with melancholy eyes, as if it would fog up in the next second.

As Jiang Song walked towards him, he also took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He touched his pocket but didn't touch the lighter.

Ruan Mian was shocked and didn't react, she stared blankly at the long and drooping eyelashes of the man in front of her, surrounded by the mild woody fragrance aggressively, and could vaguely feel Jiang Song's warm breath.

Ruan Mian held her breath inexplicably, her eyes widened.

Jiang Song squatted down side by side with him, picked up the kicking Jiang slippers with one hand, rubbed them on his legs, and asked Ruan Mian, "When will I go to Jinyuan to submit a proposal?"

Ruan Mian felt even more miserable when she heard the words, and lowered her head in frustration, "The countdown to death is the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Song nodded, "I'm going to Shanghai tomorrow, and I'll try to come back the day after tomorrow."

Ruan Mian pouted, "That's not necessary."

Jiang Song said indifferently, "My dad is very leisurely these days, and this project is Jinyuan's first attempt to transform into a hardcover house. He may listen to it in person, lest you be nervous."

Ruan Mian's heart skipped a beat, her scalp exploded.

Ashamed to say, he was a little nervous.

The previous projects were all private houses, and he faced several members of the family at the same time. With his personality, he would occasionally make jokes to enliven the atmosphere, and the chatter was relaxed and homely, but this time, he had to be serious in the huge conference room It was the first time a big girl got on the sedan chair to talk about the plan to the two platoons of executives. It was the first time a big girl got on the sedan chair. Now it's all right, and a gift of Jiang Song's father, the super president.

He scratched his head, spit out a thin wisp of white smoke, waved it away with his hands in agitation, and put the pot on Jiang Song's head very skillfully, "I wasn't nervous at all, now it's all right, let you The atmosphere was rendered as if it was about to go to the execution ground, so I changed the picture."

Jiang Song was not surprised by favors or disgraces, and he didn't worry about too many pots. He squatted down and moved to the side obediently, "You eat too little at night, think about what to eat for supper, and ask Aunt Yuan to prepare it for you first."

"I don't eat, I don't drink, I'm not hungry." Ruan Mian proudly didn't turn her head, she beat her arms and shoulders, turned her head from side to side, and muttered, "Hey... wait until the project is finished I want to go back to my hometown to be with my mother and relax... This is too tiring."

I don't eat, I don't drink, I'm not hungry, Ruan Mian works overtime until one o'clock in the night, and his stomach starts to rumble.

He gritted his teeth and lay on the bed, fighting fiercely for face and appetite. After fighting for 3 minutes, he ended in failure.

Jiang Song's master bedroom occupies the entire third floor. It is a large suite with a study room and tea room. It seems that he is not very good at going downstairs at this time.

Ruan Mian thought about it, jumped up from the bed, and secretly opened a crack in the door like a thief, seeing the darkness outside the door except for the night light, she sneaked lightly from the second floor to the first floor, and looked around After a while, he quietly got into the kitchen.

Then, at the door, he looked at Jiang Song who was holding a good night milk.

Jiang Song asked, "Hungry?"

Ruan Mian's face hurt so much that she wanted to crawl into the center of the earth along the sewer pipe, her mouth was still stiff, "I'm not hungry!"

Jiang Song said "Oh", "Then why are you here?"

Ruan Mian hesitated for a long time, then said tremblingly, "...I, I'm here to make a deal."

Jiang Song was quite helpless, opened the refrigerator and saw that there were enough ingredients, and asked without looking back, "What do you want to eat?"

Ruan Mian, "The hairy blood is flourishing."

Jiang Song glanced back at him gloomyly, Ruan Mian quickly waved his hand, "Mian Mian Mian, noodles in clear soup."

At 01:30 in the morning, Jiang Song sighed, put on his apron, and got busy in the kitchen.

Ruan Mian was leaning against the door, Jiang Song was skillfully washing and picking vegetables and boiling water with his messy head, looking so soft and peaceful.

The tempting aroma of the food spread quickly, he sniffed, and suddenly felt that his seventy-eighty-year-old mentality was very paradoxical. He was 26 and seven years old, a good age, and he hadn't started to appreciate life, so he put it on for himself first. The armor is painted as a prison.

In a person's life, decades go by in a blink of an eye. Even if it is safe to taste sweet and sour, it is also very tasteless.

Because he doesn't want to see the withering, he doesn't want to plant flowers. In order to avoid the end, he avoids the beginning of everything. Is this true?

A large bowl of hot noodles came out of the pot quickly, with a candied poached egg lying on it, and green vegetables spread beside the poached egg, which smelled good and looked good.

Ruan Mian held the bowl and thought, "It's full of color and fragrance even with people and noodles."

Turning around and walking towards the restaurant, he looked up at Jiang Song, and continued to think secretly, "Hey, I really want to spoil him."

The author says:

I recently experienced the biggest change in my life. I returned to my hometown from Beijing where I stayed for nine years. I was exhausted from work, friends, and family... After I came back, I felt all kinds of discomfort. I am really sorry that I am still watching this Little angels of the article, thank you very much

You don't want to plant flowers, you say, I don't want to see it wither a little bit.Yes, you avoid all beginnings in order to avoid endings. ——Gu Cheng "Avoid"