The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 33

Jiang Wenxu can't see any expressions. He looks at He Zhishu's statement and the contract, not much fluctuation, cold and sensible. At least there is still some saneness now.

    "Where's your coat?" Jiang Wenxu's eyes swept across He Zhishu's whole body, and he reached out and took off his glasses. He only had a low degree of myopia, and he would only wear it for a while when he was studying important contracts for negotiation.

    He Zhishu felt that he might be too cold, and even his reaction became slower. He smiled at Jiang Wenxu a little bit, his voice faint: "You haven't had dinner, right?"

    Jiang Wenxu's expression turned gloomy in an instant, and a pile of documents smashed directly at He Zhishu. The stack of documents hasn't been ordered yet, and the papers are swept up and down, and it doesn't hurt, but the sorrow and closeness fall on He Zhishu's heart.

    Jiang Wenxu is in a good mood today. He has been in the bidding project for a long time, and finally got in touch with Mayor Li’s baby son. The prince is still a love, and he can’t do anything for a terminally ill lover. It is said that the bone marrow has been matched recently, and I am happy to give all the benefits to myself easily. It's all finishing work now. Jiang Wenxu has been thinking about ignoring He Zhishu for a long time, and it was a lot early to go home and wanted to accompany him. As a result, people are not at home.

    In fact, it was far from the point where Jiang Wenxu would get angry with He Zhishu. Jiang Wenxu knew that it was normal for He Zhishu to go out to buy some vegetables or daily necessities, so he waited patiently for someone to go home, but waited for a long time. When people are bored, they like to think about something and do something. He doesn’t want to work at home, so he suddenly remembered the scarf He Zhishu bought for himself last year. Two days later on New Year’s Day, he wants to take He Zhishu to Harbin to see ice sculptures and wear this. The scarf is also a faint attitude of showing kindness to the lover and showing that he is nostalgic for the past.

    It's broken in a scarf.

    When he turned to the neatly stacked classic burberry scarf in the paper bag, Jiang Wenxu thought for a long time when he had such a scarf. He has always been willing to pay attention to his own things, and he was quite sure that this scarf was not his own. Whose is that? He Zhishu is absolutely reluctant to buy such an expensive scarf. For yourself? But the label is off, and it looks like it has been worn.

    When Jiang Wenxu approached the scarf, he smelled a cold scent and hospital disinfectant smell. Suddenly, the doctor who gave the Ferrari a pot of two million orchids came out of his mind.

    This is serious. Jiang Wenxu's possessiveness is particularly strong, but he Zhishu is usually sensible and meek and rarely goes out, Jiang Wenxu rarely shows it. Jiang Wenxu thought, what did his most assured people do in places he didn’t know, but He Zhishu couldn’t bear loneliness anymore. Apart from other men’s scarves in the house, are there more eye-catching things? What did I do in my own home? In countless nights when I didn't come back, was the bed still entangled with two people?

    The more you think about it, the more disgusting it gets. Imagination can sometimes be very harmful. Jiang Wenxu thought about it all afternoon, and also waited for He Zhishu all afternoon.

    What can I buy for an afternoon? I'm afraid I'm going on a date.

    Before Jiang Wenxu had time to think about his wrong and wrong, He Zhishu returned.

    "You fucking long, are you He Zhishu? Why don't I know that your reaction like a dead fish on the bed can seduce a man?" Jiang Wenxu sneered slightly and squinted at He Zhishu. His eyes were very hurtful. .