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But he knew that Tan Tianzheng didn't like him, and was even a little bored with him. As a playboy who had been in the romantic scene for many years, why couldn't he see it?

Whether a man loves another person can be seen with a look.

And when Tan Tianzheng's gaze was facing him, it was always so indifferent, calm, and without waves.

Sometimes he was still passing him, looking at other things... Jiang Yan covered his face, and heavy sadness enveloped him. He was the one who played around with others in the past.

He never thought that one day, he would be trapped in the mud.

It was because he understood too well that he was so desperate.

Tan Tianzheng asked him to follow him, so what if he followed him?His eyes still won't change a bit, and they will only get what they want. He knows what Tan Tian is thinking of him, but he will still fall into it.

"Jiang Yan? Jiang Yan, what's the matter with you?" Looking at his pale face, Luo Bin panicked for a moment.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath and spoke with a strong nasal voice: "It's nothing, let's go."

The light in the independent villa gradually dimmed. Tan Tian was staring at the cigarette butts in an ashtray, then took out his mobile phone and called his secretary Janet.

"Mr. Tan, what's the matter?" Janet has long been used to this state of being on call at any time, so even in the middle of the night, her voice is still clear.

"Book me a plane ticket to New York, today's earliest."

"Alright Mr. Tan."

Janet, who has cultivated good professional habits, didn't say much at all. After listening to Tan Tianzheng's instructions, she hung up the phone and began to arrange.

In the dark and deep night, a blue Porsche stopped in front of the villa. Luo Bin took off his seat belt and patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder: "Let's go buddy, let's deal with it at my house for one night."

Jiang Yan looked at the luxurious three-storey villa beside him like an upstart, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Young Master Luo is too modest, can this be called dealing with it?"

Luo Bin smiled, turned off the car, and got out of the car with Jiang Yan.

There were only the two of them in the huge villa.

After Luo Bin became an adult, his family arranged several villas for him. Jiang Yan had never been to this one before, so it was a bit new for a while.

Looking at the rum on the wooden shelf in the living room, he raised his jaw at Luo Ping: "Have some?"

"Success." Luo Bin slapped his thigh and got up to get the wine.

Under the staggered lights and shadows, two high-stem glass wine glasses collided together, making a crisp sound, Jiang Yan swallowed the wine in one gulp, and his eyes were a little blurred.

"No, buddy, are you drinking like this?"

Luo Bin was a little surprised. Jiang Yan actually didn't like alcohol. He only drank some when he had no choice but to socialize. He rarely got high when he encountered crazy drinking situations. Jiang Yan has always been able to drink, but he is not greedy for alcohol.

But the current posture is completely raw.

Luo Yan quickly snatched the rum bottle from him: "Jiang Yan, I won't bring you to drink like this...You still have injuries on your hands..."

As he said that, he rolled his eyes: "What if I drink to death again?!"

He smiled and looked at the bad friend.

However, he found that Young Master Jiang, who used to love to fight and fight, was silent, his face was always gloomy, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Luo Yan was frightened, he leaned forward a little, stared at Jiang Yan: "What's the matter? What happened?" He examined Jiang Yan's face: "Have you encountered any difficulties? Or is there something missing? money?"

Jiang Yan didn't speak, but leaned against the sofa with his brows slightly frowned, and pulled his short black hair with his hands: "Luo Bing, what does it feel like to like someone?"

Hearing him ask this question, Luo Bin almost spit out the rum in his mouth: "It's not you, you're a married person, it's inappropriate to ask me a question like a single dog, isn't it?"

Jiang Yan's expression was very serious: "I'm serious."

"You..." Luo Bin felt as if something was blocked in his throat, he couldn't move up and down, which made him very uncomfortable.

You must know that his bad friend, the youngest son of the Jiang family group, is always proud of love, suave and suave... He can play anyone in his hands, how can he have the current frosty look?

Who made him show such a stupid expression of worrying about gains and losses?

"Is that Mr. Luo?" He asked tentatively.

There was no wave on Jiang Yan's face, he just shook his head: "It's a person, I can't catch up with him no matter how hard I try."

He stared at the wine glass on the colorful glazed tea table, and said to Luo Ping, "Pour me another glass of wine, and I'll sleep after drinking it."

Luo Bin was stunned for a while, without saying anything, poured a glass of wine for Jiang Yan directly, watched Jiang Yan finish drinking, and nestled on the sofa again.

Luo Bin stared at him all night, applied medicine to his hands, sat beside him, stared at Jiang Yan's sleeping face, and murmured in a low voice: "What's it like to like someone..."

Luo Bin shook his head helplessly: "Maybe it's just how I feel about you."

The next morning, Jiang Yan woke up naturally after falling asleep. Looking at the clock on the wall, the hour hand had already pointed to the number nine. He was so frightened that he quickly sat up from the sofa, fearing that Tan Tianzheng would punish him again for being late.

During this period of time in Boshi Group, Tan Tianzheng had very strict requirements on him. He was unambiguous at eight o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the evening. workload.

Jiang Yan was made miserable every time.

Every time after being late, Jiang Yan's mood was very contradictory. He always used such mistakes to attract Tan Tianzheng's attention. Instead of making the other party look at him with admiration, it made Tan Tianzheng even more severe.

But gradually, for Tan Tianzheng's punishment, Jiang Yan began to have a glimmer of expectation from his fear. Thinking of this, he felt that he was perverted and cheap.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Yan glanced at the low coffee table, noticed the note on the table, and picked it up to have a look.

It's Luo Bin's handwriting: "I've charged your phone, there's breakfast in the kitchen, I'll go home."

A few short words calmed Jiang Yan's mood. He put the note in his pocket, then turned on his phone, and sent a WeChat message to Luo Bin: "A buddy is a buddy, reliable."

Soon I received a reply from Luo Bin: "Hurry up and go to work, see you later."

The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth twitched, and he checked the news again, but the person he was most looking forward to did not find him.

Jiang Yan suddenly felt a little abnormal. After all, if he didn't arrive at the company at 07:30, secretary Janet would conduct phone bombing under the command of Tan Tianzheng.

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he didn't even bother to eat the breakfast carefully prepared by Luo Ting, so he hurried to the company.

Arriving at Boshi Technology, the surrounding employees are still working hard as usual.

Jiang Yan stepped into the floor of the CEO's office, only to see Janet sorting out documents alone, while Tan Tianzheng's office was empty, he quickly asked the strict and conscientious female secretary: "Why isn't President Tan here?"

Janet's pupils behind the lens flickered twice, and she responded in proficient Chinese: "Mr. Tan has gone to New York."

"When did it happen?" Jiang Yan's mind went blank.