After the morning meeting, Chen Zhe and Jian Siheng went to his office to discuss matters alone.

After the two entered the office, Chen Zhe told Jian Siheng: "Siheng, is Ms. Yu still looking for you?"

"She's been calling you?"

"Yes."

"You can ask her to be blacklisted." Without looking at Chen Zhe, he walked directly to the desk and pressed the shortcut key to ask the secretary to bring in two cups of espresso.

Often he drinks espresso when he desperately needs a lift.

Chen Zhe hesitated.

Jian Siheng still didn't look at him, and told him directly: "She almost hit my car the day before yesterday, and I gave her 10 minutes, and she hinted that she would tell Tongtong about it. I thought about it all day yesterday, and when I went back at night, I talked to Tongtong. Confess."

Chen Zhe opened his eyes wide: "Then what did you say? Did you tell Madam everything?"

"No." Jian Siheng still lowered his head, "Partially. Mostly."

Chen Zhe thought for a while, and was about to say something when the secretary came in with coffee.

The strong aroma of coffee wafted faintly, and the two of them took a cup of coffee each.

Jian Siheng took a sip, and continued with lowered eyes: "I simplified the matter. I only said that I had an onset at the age of 11 and a relapse at the age of 13, and that Papigere's disease has been cured. I also told her that my father died of Papigil. I didn’t tell you anything else. I think, even if Tongtong knows everything in the future, it won’t affect our relationship.”

Chen Zhe sorted out his thoughts carefully, and then nodded: "I think so. Mrs. Teli is brave. Since what you have said has no effect on her, I believe she will not care about the rest."

Jian Siheng seemed to be emotional: "Chen Zhe, I am very lucky, I met Tongtong."

He seldom expresses emotions, his brain is always rational and decisive, his emotions are always calm, and he is very self-sustaining.Chen Zhe has known Jian Siheng for more than ten years, and the most expression he has seen is that he has no expression.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes this year, he might not have known that Jian Siheng would laugh.

But this time, it was probably the second time Chen Zhe heard Jian Siheng express emotion.

"Madam is very special." Chen Zhe also took a sip of coffee, "In my opinion, she also loves you."

"I think so too." Jian Siheng finally showed a little smile on his face.

Liang Tongtong only asked the driver to stop at the inpatient department of Renxin Hospital for a while, but she didn't get out of the car either.

Looking up at the inpatient department outside the car window, she knew that Yu Kexin and Yu Tai's father must be living in this building.

If there is no accident, Yu Kexin will definitely appear in this building.

"Drive." Liang Tongtong raised the window and said to the driver in the front seat.

She asked the driver to take her to the neighborhood where Yayouyou's mother lived. She just explored the road and didn't get out of the car.

When we came back to Aocheng, it was already afternoon tea time.

The wedding dress designer came with the finished draft and communicated further with Liang Tongtong.Liang Tongtong confirmed the communication time with the jewelry designer again.

After busy work, time is the starting point.

Liang Tongtong sat alone in the reception room on the first floor and looked out the window.

There was still tea on the table, and the small stove under the fruit teapot was still burning.

Liang Tongtong picked up her teacup, held the bottom of the cup in her hand, and looked out the window at the setting sun that was gradually sinking.

If it was this time a year ago, she would have been off work with Yayou, just like many other white-collar workers.

But as time went by, everyone gradually embarked on their own life track.

Today, after doing the math, she seemed to have done a lot of things, but felt like she hadn't done anything serious all day long.

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