Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 222 "You Think Too Much"

Jiang Ye came home at night, sat on the sofa, held the phone in his hand, rubbed the edge of the phone case with his fingertips, and bit his lip slightly.

Staring at Su Yan's name, he sent her a message after a while: "Come to my house for dinner tomorrow night."

Su Yan replied to him at 11:30 saying yes.

The next day, the two met at the company, looked at each other lightly and moved away.

As if nothing happened.

Spend the day in peace.

When he got off work, Jiang Ye sent Su Yan a message in advance, asking her to wait for him in the parking lot.

Su Yan waved goodbye to her colleagues, and Xing An entered the elevator with her.

"During this time, can you still get used to it?"

Su Yan nodded, "Yes."

Xing An said: "I will be on a business trip at the end of the month, and I will leave it to you, Mr. Jiang, if you don't understand, you can ask me or other people, and I will arrange other matters for you when the time comes."

During Su Yan's one-month stay in the president's office, everyone was very friendly to her, especially Xing An, who was thoughtful of everything. She deserved to be the first secretary of the president's office.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When the elevator reached the second floor, Su Yan walked out first, followed by Xing An.

Jiang Ye didn't drive a big G today, but an ordinary car. In his exclusive parking space, the fiery red color is extremely eye-catching.

Full of energy.

Su Yan felt a chill.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, I saw Jiang Ye's figure walking from the light source.

Jiang Ye unlocked it and walked over quickly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"soon."

Gentleman Jiang Ye opened the co-pilot's door for her, Su Yan paused as she walked towards the back seat, and then slipped in.

Jiang Ye closed the car door before walking to the driver's seat.

The car drove for seven or eight minutes, and both of them were silent.

Jiang Ye raised his hand and turned on the music. The soft music played slowly, and the quiet and weird atmosphere was relieved.

After a while, Jiang Ye turned down the volume of the music, "I didn't know you were a writer."

Finally came to this topic.

Su Yan pursed her lips, turned her head and looked out the window: "Not really."

He added: "I didn't expect you to be the boss of Shengxing Media."

Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Just playing around, it's mainly from this side."

The son inherited his father's business, and Jiang Ye's current workplace is a subsidiary company opened by his father Jiang Chengxiu.

Su Yan thought, this is probably the atmosphere of capitalists.

She went back and specifically checked the popular film and television media. In recent years, she has been a prominent figure in the film and television industry, and has many famous people under her name.

But in Jiang Yekou, it was just for fun.

"Don't get me wrong, I really didn't know it was you before, do you remember Lian Qin? Your book was ordered by him to buy, and it has nothing to do with me."

"why?"

Jiang Ye also asked Lian Qin this question.

Lian Qin told him, "The theme of secret love is very good. I have read this book. The author's writing is good and the writing is delicate. I feel deeply."

Jiang Ye remembered that Lian Qin once told him the story of his high school days. He had a crush on someone, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage to confess, so he could only watch the person he liked with others.

That feeling is indescribable, especially uncomfortable.

Who is young and not pregnant, it's just a matter of depth and shallowness.

Jiang Ye also flipped through Su Yan's book a few times yesterday and glanced at it for a while. His toothache was so sore that he couldn't read it.

"Maybe I like your writing." Jiang Ye turned the steering wheel, drove the car into the gate of Jiang's house, stopped, loosened the seat belt, and glanced at her casually: "Could it be that you have a crush on someone else?"

Su Yan didn't respond, stared at his face, and replied coldly: "You think too much."

(End of this chapter)