C2 provocation?

It was more than two hours after the cold meeting.

He came out of the conference room, his brow creased, his left hand raised to rub lightly between his eyebrows.

Seeing that his expression had gradually slowed down and that he had regained his composure, Lu Xin happened to supplement some of the important points recorded in the meeting with him.

When Jiang JiHan had finished instructing Lu Dai to take over some of the tasks, Ji Mingzhen was told by Lu Dai that she had been waiting in the lounge for an hour. Jiang JiHan lowered his eyes to show that he understood, but didn't immediately head to his office.

Lu Xin didn't leave. His voice was slightly hesitant, "Director Jiang, this morning, Miss Ji did not take the exclusive elevator up to the sixth floor. Instead, she went to the computer room on the sixth floor … Then I came to your office. Madam, she seems to have noticed Miss Ji. "

Jiang Jia's eyes flashed with an unfathomable light. His dark eyes looked at the office in front of him. He gestured for Lu Cui to follow behind him and quickly walked over.

As she followed Jiang Jianhan in, she saw that Ji Mingzhen was not sitting in the lounge, but was leaning back in the outer swivel chair, holding a black pen in her mint green fingertip. Her fingers moved lazily. On her white wrist she wore an exquisite ink-colored watch, which made her wrist even more slender.

When Ji Mingzhen heard the sound of the handle being twisted, the sweet smile on her face froze slightly when she saw the feast on the ground behind Jiang Xianhan. She put the pen back on the wooden desk as if nothing had happened, stood up, and walked towards Jiang Jianhan with a smile.

"I've finally got you here, CEO Jiang."

"Yes." The cold light in Jiang Jun's eyes slightly moved, and he responded with a soft voice.

If An Ning was here, she would be surprised to discover that Ji Mingzhen was not as elegant and calm as she was in the computer room. Her charming tone carried a hint of caution.

Ji Mingzhen naturally took a step closer to Jiang Jia, her gaze falling on the man's slender arm.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and at first glance they looked like tight, muscled forearms.

Ji Mingzhen lowered her eyes and wiped the disappointment from her eyes.

She could see clearly that Jiang Jia did not carry the black watch she had given him on her wrist.

"Why are you here?"

When Ji Mingzhen heard this, his eyes darted around, revealing a hint of brilliance. She looked straight at Jiang Jianhan and said softly, "I just wanted to see you. "Since you're so busy, even if I didn't come looking for you, you might not have remembered to come meet me."

Hearing this, Jiang Jia's phoenix eyes slightly raised, his expression didn't show any happiness or anger. He turned around and nodded at Lu Li, "Special Assistant, you may leave first."

Ji Mingzhen's eyes immediately filled with joy.

After the feast, she followed him into the lounge. He leaned back against the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Ji Mingzhen didn't disturb him. Instead, she whispered about what she had seen abroad as well as the interesting things she had recently encountered.

She tried to tell him that she thought he might be interested, but after a while, the man's thick eyebrows relaxed a little, as if he were sleeping.

Ji Mingzhen called out to him several times. She leaned forward slowly, her eyes quivering. Before the crimson lips could land on his lips, Jiang Jia suddenly said: "Mingzhen, I'm afraid my wife won't be happy about your actions right now."

Ji Mingzhen's face turned deathly white. She bit her lip tightly as she stared at Jiang Jia's eyes, which were still closed. Compared to three years ago, his face was more mature and handsome.

Ji Ming didn't dare to make any more moves, but she wasn't willing to accept it.

Why?!

Jiang Jian clearly doesn't love An Ning, but why does he allow her to approach him, still taking care of her privately, but not letting her get close to him, and even refusing her touch?!

On the other side, An Ning's face appeared to be extremely focused. Her hands were moving in an orderly manner, her expression was flat. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a sense of anxiety from deep within her heart.

What was she worried about? Didn't she not care about Jiang Jia Han?

The more An Ning thought about it, the more upset she became. She simply took a break from work and went home an hour earlier.

When she returned home, she had just finished washing her hair when her cell phone rang non-stop.

He wiped his hair carefully with a white towel in one hand and tapped the screen with the other, showing nearly twenty unread messages.

She opened it and saw that it was filled with advertisements. An Ning shook her head in amusement. Every time Xu Qing called her when she was drunk, the next day, she would send her some unknown punctuation marks.

She continued to look down, and saw an unfamiliar number. The moment he opened the text message and saw the contents, his lips curved into a pale arc.

"There is a person in my heart. I know he married a woman for some reason. I wasn't upset, because I knew he didn't love her. If I hadn't left three years ago, everything would have been different. But it doesn't matter. I'm back, and I won't leave him. He was fine, and a loveless marriage should not be his bondage. Isn't it? "

The white towel in An Ning's hand slipped and fell to the ground like a blossoming flower. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the delete button. After clicking the delete button, her eyes glazed over as she stared at her phone for a long time.

At this moment, the wind blowing from the balcony was a little cold. She let the wind blow through her hair and was not in the mood to pick up the towel.

After a while, the phone rang. She picked it up and said in a low, indifferent voice, "I'll be here tonight."

The corners of An Ning's lips curled up in a mocking smile.

Inside the office, Jiang Jia stared at his cell phone, which showed that he was still talking on the phone.

There was no problem with the communication signal and the loudspeaker. He could even hear the other party's barely audible breathing.

He couldn't understand why she didn't say anything when she answered the phone. She didn't even give him a reply …

She didn't want to talk to him?

A few minutes later, with a cold expression, he pressed the button to break it, ignoring the slight sense of loss in his heart.

He parked in the back of the house and frowned irritably as he saw that the whole house was lit only on the left side of the third floor.

It was a separate room, not far from the bedroom. One time when he came, there was no sight of her anywhere. When he finally found her here, he found that she was asleep inside. Even the lights weren't turned on. He had carried her back to her room at that time, not looking at the colorful paint and the jumbled sketches on the floor. Now that she thought about it, An Ning seemed to think of it as a studio.

She's painting in there?

What was she drawing, and who was she drawing? Was it a silly pastime, or did it have some kind of intention? He knew nothing about it. He knew too little about An Ning.

When the man entered, An Ning's gaze was still fixed on the drawing board in front of her. When she heard the voice, she turned her head to look. Jiang Jia had his back to the light, and a large part of his figure had already disappeared into the darkness. However, his handsome face was completely exposed. The pair of clear and cold phoenix eyes did not see her. His gaze fell on the drawing board in front of her.