Jin Huaixia has an impulse.


    Want to rush in and tell him that she likes him, regardless of the consequences.


    But she was afraid.


    Fearing that if she did so, she would not even have the right to stay with him.


    Let’s do it. I’ve been waiting for three years. Let’s wait.


    Until she really can’t wait.


    Quickly adjust good mood, Jin Huaixia became the right－hand man of Wen Jin’an again.


    Just as he was about to walk to his desk, a courier came facing him, holding…


    A pot of green dill?


    “What’s going on?”


    Jin Huaixia stood in front of the courier and his eyes stopped on the green dill.


    “Hello, this is BOSS Rowan Express.”


    Office of the President.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Holding a pink card in his hand, Wen Jin’an looked at the French window.


    The silver－gray elevated road was re－ced with a basin of emerald green dill, which suddenly gave the whole space vitality.


    His eyes were puzzled and his slender fingers slowly opened the card.


    The soft pen style is known toe from a woman at a nce, but there is a hint of rigidity in it.


    “Thank you, Wen Jin’an.”


    Only these six words.


    But he already knows who sent the green dill.


    I will help Su Ci, in fact, to arge extent, because I used to start from scratch like Su Ci.


    He saw that Su porcin had deep feelings for the wind, which was the same as knowing and doing to him.


    It was 7 years since the founding of Knowing and Doing.


    He watched it step by step to the top of Haicheng. Nothing can rece that kind of satisfaction and pride.


    *


    At 6 o’clock, Wen Jin’an drove away from Zhixing.


    27－year－old, president of Zhixing, a myth of Haicheng’s businessmunity.


    Turning hands is cloud and turning hands is rain, and there is no bad habit.


    Never go to nightclubs unless you have social parties.


    Wen Jin’an, who is so clean, is the dream lover of all women in Haicheng.


    He lives in Green Brocade Garden, an old building that has been developed for ten years.


    ording to the habit, park your car in the garage and walk to the supermarket at the gate of themunity to buy vegetables.


    “Little Mr. Rowan is here.”


    The supermarket’s aunt and Wen Jin’an knew each other very well. Seeing hime in, she hurried out the new green vegetables today.


    “Today’s cabbage and cucumber are the freshest. Can I bring you some?”


    “Good.”


    Dinner was very simple. He was alone and made a dish and a soup.


    Instead of eating in the restaurant, I took the food to the tea table in the living room and turned on the TV by the way.


    Wen Jin’an has never used the dining table at home.


    Because a person eating on it, too lonely.


    At 9： 30, after taking a bath, Wen Jin’an went to bed early with a book.


    Thin velvet wrapped in warm color deskmps.


    On the big bed of Kingsize, Wen Jin’an’s hair was still dry and covered softly on his forehead.


    The quilt was covered to his waist, and his eyes fell intently on the pages in his hand.


    The air was quiet and there was only an asional sound of turning over books.


    Suddenly, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated.


    Close the book, Wen Jin’an eyebrows puckered.


    This is his personal phone number and not many people know it.


    It’s sote, who is it?


    … …


    LYE.


    The deafening music was shut out of the box.


    In the VIP box, Su Ci was sitting alone in the corner, watching a fat man press a petite girl under him and kiss her.


    Cold don’t open your eyes, she tried to suppress the nausea in her heart.


    Today is Shengtian Zhang Jing called her and asked her out.


    She could not refuse because she owed Zhang Jing the favor of matchmaking and knowing what to do.


    “Come on, Miss Su, I salute you!”


    Zhang Jing got away from a group of people, holding a ss close to Su Ci and resting her arm on her shoulder.


    The strong smell of wine filled the tip of the nose. Su porcin reluctantly pulled a smile and pretended to bend over to take the wine. Without trace, he broke free from Zhang Jing’s arm.


    “Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your help. I’ll dry this cup.”


    “Good! Miss Su is really frank!” Zhang Jing ha ha a smile, look at Su porcin’s eyes as if to swallow her alive.


    This box is full of apanying guests from Zhang Jing, and that is all Zhang Jing’s people.


    If something happens, I’m afraid no one will help me.