Jane Sanshao's love story

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rings.

Yuan Chengyi opened his eyes uncomfortably, his head hurt like it exploded, he seemed to have drunk too much wine last night.

He stretched his arms and fumbled for the phone on the table, but after a moment of silence, he realized that this was not his small villa, but the place where Jian Qiubai lived.

Yuan Chengyi hammered off the bed board impatiently, got out of bed with the hangover, and cursed: "You son of a bitch, don't you know that the phone should be placed next to the bed?"

The man patted the back of his head in dull pain and muttered, while pulling the slippers, he got out of bed and picked up the phone on the coffee table.

"Hey?"

"President Yuan, it's me."

"How's it going?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "No news, we found more than 200 people named Jian Qiubai here, but after checking one by one, none of them are Mr. Jian."

Yuan Chengyi's heart sank, and he frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that you saw a very similar one last time..."

"Looked in the past, no."

Yuan Chengyi was silent.

He has experienced such a gap from hope to disappointment countless times this year, but even after experiencing it many times, he has not been able to get used to it.

Every time he fails, it will still make him uncomfortable as if his heart is being entangled.

"President Yuan?...President Yuan?..."

"Well, I'm listening."

"Do you want to keep looking?"

"Of course." Yuan Chengyi squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Keep looking, and we can't stop for a moment."

"Okay, Mr. Yuan, and there are some documents in the company that you need to deal with. You didn't come to the company today. Shall I send the documents to your villa?"

"Don't go to the villa." Yuan Chengyi pursed his lips and said, "I'm currently living in an old resident of Song City."

"Old residence?"

"Well, No. [-], Hutongkou, Nanjie Road. When you come here, you will see the words demolition on the wall. You can see the door after passing through a pile of rocks."

The person on the other end of the phone was full of black lines.

Demolition?Rocks?Alley?

What the hell is this place, do rich people in Song City live in such a primitive ecology now?

"Anything else?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The assistant came back to his senses and said, "I'll be where you live in about half an hour."

Yuan Chengyi hummed and hung up the phone.

Looking blankly at the slippers under his feet, Yuan Chengyi suddenly smiled.

Jian Qiubai's feet were bigger than his, and a back heel grew out of the slippers.

"You son of a bitch." The man whispered with a smile, "You are not tall, but your feet are quite big."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Chengyi suddenly felt horribly depressed, and the breath in his throat made him so uncomfortable that he couldn't straighten up.

I had to squat down, hold my heart tightly, and slowly endure the loneliness and loss all over my body.

The furnishings in the house are still the same as when Jian Qiubai lived there. Except for the daily cleaning, he hasn't touched anything here. He always feels that Jian Qiubai will come back one day.

If he came back, he probably wouldn't like to see others touch the things in this room.

He has a cleanliness freak, and he hates others touching his things without permission.

So, even if he wakes up every day and has to go to the living room to answer the phone inconveniently, he never thinks about connecting the phone line to the bedroom.

After squatting for a while, feeling better, Yuan Chengyi stood up and walked towards Jian Qiubai's bedroom, pulling the quilt and folding it.

He had never done these trivial tasks of making the quilt and making the bed before, but he knew that Jian Qiubai was terribly self-disciplined. When he first moved in, he saw that the quilt on his bed was folded like tofu blocks, and everything in the house was They were all cleaned up, so he also had to tidy up the quilt.

In this way, when Jian Qiubai comes back, she shouldn't feel so disgusted.

After folding the quilt, Yuan Chengyi didn't know what to do. He wanted to go out for a walk, but he couldn't bear to go out. He was greedy for the feeling of sitting in this bedroom, because it seemed to be closer to Jian Qiubai.

After sitting for a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Boom, boom, boom." The voice was loud.

"Here we come." Yuan Chengyi stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, saw that it was his assistant Zhao Feng, frowned impatiently and said, "What are you doing with such a big gesture of knocking on the door? Didn't you see that this door is going to be broken?"

Zhao Feng was dumbfounded by the training, it's just a broken iron gate, why is it so easy to protect?

Yuan Chengyi gave him a hard look, and then began to walk up and down to check the iron gate.

Zhao Feng stood by the side stupidly, watching Yuan Chengyi carefully reglue the broken iron sheet on the door with twitching corners of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "I still have to invite the master to come some other day to rebuild this door. "

Zhao Feng couldn't hold back and said: "Mr. Yuan, this iron door is rusted to a bad shape, there is no need to rebuild it, let's change it for comparison..."

Zhao Feng stopped talking, he was choked by Yuan Chengyi's frightening and creepy eyes.

"President Yuan, I have something important to report!" Zhao Feng straightened his body in time and changed the subject.

Yuan Chengyi's cold gaze eased a little, his brows loosened, and he turned sideways to make way for the assistant.

Zhao Feng walked in, looking at the cramped space, feeling a little bored.

Yuan Chengyi casually brought him a small bench and said, "The legs of the sofa here have moved a little recently, so they need to be protected, so you can sit on the bench."

Zhao Feng bent his knees and sat on the bench with black lines all over his head.

Yuan Chengyi also grabbed a small stool and sat beside him and asked, "What do you want me to see here?"

Zhao Feng snorted, and sent the documents in his hand to Yuan Chengyi, saying: "Didn't Mr. Yuan ask us to set up public welfare clinics in remote areas for free? We have selected a few places and I want you to take a look. If possible, the Finance Department will directly Funds are being allocated to start building clinics."

Yuan Chengyi hummed, opened the file, looked at the pictures of some areas above and asked, "Which of these places lacks the most medical facilities?"

Zhao Feng thought for a while and said: "It should be Tongluo Town, where the road conditions are very bad and the transportation is inconvenient, so the people in the town are very poor, no doctor is willing to open a clinic there, and everyone goes to the county town hundreds of miles away to see a doctor It's very inconvenient to see."