Try changing my plan again?

▍Ruan Mian put down the phone, his pupils trembled, his eyes stared straight, and he turned his head stiffly to look at the endless take-off runway outside the porthole.

Ruan Mian put down the phone, her pupils trembled, her eyes were straightened, she turned her head stiffly to look at the endless take-off runway outside the porthole, her mind went blank for three seconds, and immediately picked up the phone to call Jiang Song.

After hearing "The phone you dialed has been turned off, please try again later", Ruan Mian felt a blur in front of her eyes.

The return trip when he was forced to shut down was the most difficult hour and a half in his life.

As soon as he got off the plane, he ran wildly and made a series of calls. After calling Jiang Song and Jiang Song's assistant, all the phones were turned off. He even had the idea of ​​calling the uncle driver who took him to and from get off work. Unfortunately, after a long time, the call records were really It's too messy and I can't find it.

He carried the suitcase and didn't go home, so he took a taxi and went straight to Jiang Song's house.

He was scared to death.

Until getting into the taxi, leaning on the back seat and letting out a deep breath, Ruan Mian tremblingly searched the internet for how to punish a billion yuan financial crime.

The Baidu search interface shows: more than ten years of fixed-term imprisonment or life imprisonment.

He collapsed and bent down, covered his face with his hands and buried himself in his knees, struggled for a while, turned on the self-comforting mode, and muttered to himself.

"Forget it...Ten years is ten years. Anyway, I have been used to solo for more than 20 years. The big deal is to wait for him to come out..."

"Can I bring soup to meet him every month? I don't know what kind of soup he likes to drink? I would have paid attention to it before I knew it..."

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility, "Will his career be in a slump after he comes out? No, I have to work hard from tomorrow. Jiang Song is not easy to support. I have been a young master for so many years. Let him suffer with me..."

The driver glanced back secretly from the rearview mirror, and felt that the passenger had been talking about it since he got on the bus.

Jinyuan Group's two-day closed study finally ended at 04:30. As the management, Jiang Song set an example and was the first to hand in his mobile phone, and he only got it back now.

As a result, when the phone was turned on, there were dozens of missed call service reminders, all of which were from Ruan Mian.

Jiang Song was a little dazed, and just as he was about to go back, Ruan Mian called again.

The person on the other side seemed to have no hope of getting through the connection, and was stunned for a few seconds after the connection was made, and then a wave of intense anxiety and panic came from the receiver.

"Jiang Song? Are you Jiang Song?"

Jiang Song was even more confused when asked, "It's me."

The voice on the other end was almost trembling with anxiety, and the questions came one after another like cannonballs, "Where are you!? What are you doing?! You you you—are you okay!?"

Holding the phone, Jiang Song looked around the conference room, not quite sure what was going to happen to him, and replied softly, "I just finished closed study and have been unable to use my phone. What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

The other side was quiet again for a few seconds, and then there was a voice that took a deep breath, "So you are in the company now, working normally, and nothing happened, right?"

Jiang Song, "Huh? What can happen to me?"

In the next second, the fryer exploded.

"Closed study, you don't know how to say a word! Play and disappear without a word! I'm going crazy! I can't find you no matter how hard I look, and I can't get through the phone! Xiao Song's phone can't get through either! I thought something happened to you I, I... you! Don’t you know that I’m worried! I’m already thinking of bringing some soup to see you!”

Ruan Mian really lost control, and deafening rebukes gushed out, reverberating in the conference room.

There were still a few scattered subordinates who didn't leave and were packing their things. Hearing the sound, he secretly looked at Mr. Jiang, and saw a trace of bewilderment and helplessness on that usually cold face.

Although Jiang Song didn't understand why he brought Tang to see him, he quickly realized that he had done something wrong.

He has never had this kind of consciousness, who should report his whereabouts to.

I have also heard complaints from my subordinates before, saying that my wife at home is very strict, and I have to tell me where I go, otherwise I will worry, and finally turn into a tantrum.

It is exactly the same as Ruan Mian now.

Like a cat that is furiously furious.

Jiang Song's heart seemed to be shocked by something, and it was soft.

He is a person with a strong sense of crisis, and his response is very quick, but he has no experience in this area, and he got stuck for a moment, "...I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future, and I will tell you in advance if I do anything."

This sudden submissiveness was so thorough that Ruan Mian on the other end of the phone was also stunned.

After the violent emotions were soothed, reason returned.

He felt that something was wrong with him, like a spoiled housekeeper.

Jiang Song, who was holding the phone, also felt that something was wrong with him, like a stinky man who went out to fool around and came back with a guilty conscience.

The employees who were having fun quietly at the side felt that something was wrong with them, and quickly retreated one by one, trying to leave a little bit of trouble for Mr. Jiang.

Knowing that Ruan Mian came back early and Jiang Song was at home, he no longer had the heart to work, so he dropped what he was doing and rushed back.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two large suitcases in the hallway. Aunt Yuan should be preparing dinner by the time, but she hadn't had time to put them away.

Passing through the hall, Ruan Mian was squatting in front of the sofa and drawing quickly. The vacation three-piece suit was released and was surrounding him. Jiang Pants jumped onto the sofa, playing with his claws rebelliously.

I don't know how many times I told him to go to the study to sit and draw, but he just didn't want to, saying that squatting like this would be more inspirational.

Jiang Song took off his coat, took off the watch on his wrist and put it on the table, and unbuttoned two shirt buttons, "You're so busy just after you came back?"

Ruan Mian looked up at him vaguely, then lowered her head to stare at the screen again with a complicated expression, and gave a lukewarm "hmm".

Jiang Song looked at him quietly for a while, couldn't hold back and walked over, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of his hair, "Are you still angry?"

Ruan Mian froze slightly, and said stubbornly, "No."

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Song wanted to laugh but held back, for fear of making him anxious again, "I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Ruan Mian pouted, but still refused to look at him, and muttered, "I really thought you were going to squat on the fence, you would be scared to death."

Jiang Song was puzzled, "Wa Lizi?"

Ruan Mian turned to the news and directly put the phone into Jiang Song's hand, "I thought you were arrested for committing a crime, and the phone couldn't be reached, so I felt that you were already under control, and even sent in."

Jiang Song read the news carefully, then looked at Ruan Mian in confusion, "Billions... I am so poor in your eyes?"

Ruan Mian, "..."

All the Versailles in the world are taken by that bastard Jiang Song!

The dinner was well prepared. Aunt Yuan cooked a lot of dishes, almost all of which were Ruan Mian's favorites. He was so frightened and frightened that he ran around, not even taking a few sips of water.

In fact, it was useless to confirm on the phone, and he was still in shock. It was not until now that Jiang Song was sitting next to him intact, that he was completely relieved.

After eating, Ruan Mian dragged the suitcase to the living room, and spread it out in front of Jiang Song like offering treasures. There were two big suitcases full of everything inside.

"This is our local specialty. Let me tell you, the ones sold outside are not authentic, so we have to eat them here."

"And this, my mother made it herself, and I have loved it since I was a child."

"This, this, you must have never eaten this."

............

Jiang Song kept looking at him seriously, listening to him, with a slightly doting smile on his eyes, until he finished introducing all those things, the two fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Jiang Song asked, "Is there any more?"

In fact, he wanted to ask Ruan Mian, I haven't seen him for a few days, is there anything else he wants to say, but Ruan Mian's brain circuit is obviously not on the same channel as him, thinking he is asking if there are any special products.

"Ah? Isn't that enough?" Ruan Mian scratched the end of her brow lightly with her index finger, and was silent for a while, "...otherwise...then you see I am not a native, can I be a specialty product?"

He didn't look at Jiang Song at first, but exposed the red tips of his ears, "I'll give it to you as well."

The author says:

I’m really sorry, Sanyuan is really an unlucky designer, and I don’t have a rest day. I’m like a dead dog when I get home from work... I’m really grateful that there are still little angels who are willing to watch it. The pit is definitely not good. It will be pitted, if you want to abandon the article, it doesn't matter, you can leave a message, and the previously subscribed currency will be returned in the form of a red envelope.

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