Professor Wen's little Jiaojiao is sweet and soaring

Chapter 104 Miss Jiang is a bit scumbag
Think boldly, what if that person is Jiang Ning?
Li Tang has always dared to think and act.

"Why don't we take a look secretly?" A friend suggested, and Li Tang agreed.

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office.

Wen Jin's desk is by the window.

I took a disposable cup and took a cup of warm water, it was neither hot nor cold, just right.

"Miss Jiang, sit down."

Jiang Ning took the warm water handed over and sat down.

There are textbooks on the desk, Jiang Ning flipped through them, they are all about psychology.

"Mr. Wen hypnotized himself?" Jiang Ning didn't worry about what he said on the phone earlier, and asked about something he had been curious about.

"Well, I did hypnotize once." Wen Jin leaned against the desk and put her hands in her pockets.

The slender legs and perfect proportions all showed the charm of this man.

Seeing Wen Jin's resistance to this matter, Jiang Ning didn't talk about it.

I don't want Wen Jin to ask, "Miss Jiang, are you very interested in me?"

Jiang Ning shook his head honestly, "Not interested."

Wen Jin paused, "Then why is Miss Jiang asking this?"

"Curiosity," Jiang Ning replied.

Wen Jin was not very happy with this answer, but she couldn't say why, maybe it was because she was moved, but the other party was just curious.

Approaching Jiang Ning step by step, Wen Jin bent down, approached Jiang Ning, and said with only two voices, "I found Miss Jiang to be a bit of a scumbag."

Jiang Ning propped his head up, and the prayer beads on his wrist slipped off because of this movement, "Mr. Wen, you have overstepped the distance."

"And if it's a scumbag, I'm afraid it's not as good as Mr. Wen's. He's good at playing hard to get."

Seeing Jiang Ning's emotionless eyes, Wen Jin suddenly wanted to rub her head, and took practical action.

As I thought in my heart, Jiang Ning's hair is really easy to rub, making people reluctant to leave.

No matter how reluctant she was, she would move away, Wen Jin took a step back and lowered her eyes, "Miss Jiang thinks I'm playing hard to get?"

"Mr. Wen doesn't think so?" Jiang Ning smoothed her hair, staring at the hands rubbing her hair.

Hands are pretty, but people are not very cute.

If only people were cuter.

"I'll look for photos, Ms. Jiang can do it herself." Wen Jin didn't say the answer, but avoided it.

Jiang Ning, who didn't get the answer, flipped through the book.

Jiang Ning turned quickly, more like he was watching flowers on horseback, pretending to be.

After flipping through one, Jiang Ning flipped through the next one.

A book about hypnosis.

It is written in the book that hypnosis is more like a kind of forgetting and amnesia.

Jiang Ning looked at Wen Jin who was rummaging through the drawers, thinking about a question.

Does he want to forget something, or does he want to forget everything?
Wen Jin brought a stack of photos to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning took it and flipped through the pages one by one. It was indeed her.

Only not now, but ten years ago.

In the photo, Jiang Ning is more youthful than now, and there is not much difference in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Is there a lighter?" Jiang Ning asked calmly.

"Yes" Wen Jin took out the lighter from the drawer, understood what Jiang Ning wanted to do, and lit it.

Jiang Ning lit the photo and watched it turn into ashes.

"Thank you."

"No need..." Wen Jin suddenly didn't know what to say, and asked Jiang Ning what happened ten years ago?

Wen Jin didn't want to dig Jiang Ning's wound, so she tilted her head, "Miss Jiang, shall I take you home?"

"I have a car." Since seeing the photos, Jiang Ning has been touching Buddhist beads.

In fact, when Wen Jin met Jiang Ning for the first time, he noticed the Buddhist beads and was always curious about the meaning of the Buddhist beads.

"Miss Jiang, this prayer bead has been polished very smooth."

"Given it by grandma." Jiang Ning didn't touch it anymore, but put the beads in his pocket.

Wen Jin was silent.

Open the office door and meet someone.

(End of this chapter)