Addicted to pretending to be good, paranoid Mr. Bo can't stop

Jiang Yuan stood at the door of the hospital, her eyes filled with mist.

Song Jingnian put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his arms.

She raised her head and looked up at the man's handsome face.

She suddenly reached out and hugged his waist, put her face close to his chest, and said muffledly, "Song Jingnian, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Why do I not even have a relative I can rely on, and now I am told that my original parents are all fake, which means that my grandma and my mother who have loved me since childhood are all fake."

His expression trembled slightly.

Hearing Jiang Yuan's words, his eyes quickly raised again, "Then have you ever found your biological parents?"

She shook her head slightly.

The meaning of these words immediately calmed down the other party's heart.

Song Jingnian's chin rested on the top of her head, and his palms gently caressed her back.

Jiang Yuan buried her head on his chest, her nose was sore, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and onto his shirt.

His palm gently patted her shoulder, "Yuan, no matter what, you have me by your side."

Jiang Yuan bit her lip, suppressing all the emotions in her throat, and nodded after a long while.

She knew that she did have someone important to take care of.

But for Song Jingnian, it was never a male-female relationship.

"Song Jingnian."

"Ah."

"If one day, I really succeed, I will definitely return everything I owed you to you."

"I don't need you to give me anything back. My liking for you is my own business, so I don't need you to give me anything back."

Jiang Yuan smiled slightly, "Okay, let's go back."

"I'll take you back." He hugged her and left the hospital.

Tears flowed from the corners of Jiang Yuan's eyes and fell to the ground.

He parked the car on the side of the road and leaned forward to help her wipe away the tears from her eyes.

"dont be sad."

Jiang Yuan's emotions come and go quickly now.

Now she also knew it was not the time to cry.

With trembling hands, he slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, "This is the last battle."

Her voice was so weak that every word seemed to take all her strength.

"Yeah." He rubbed her head.

Neither of them noticed that there was a black Bentley parked on the road not far behind them.

The windows are lowered.

The man in the driver's seat watched through the rearview mirror as they disappeared around the corner.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked back, took out his cigarette case, smoked a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit a match to light the cigarette.

In the smoke, the man's handsome face was shrouded in a haze.

He stared ahead, his brows furrowed.

It wasn't until the cigarette burned to the end and burned his fingers that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, started the car, and sped away in the opposite direction of them.

Song Jingnian stayed with her in the company for a long time before preparing to drive away. Before leaving, he handed a document to her hand: "This is the plan for the cooperation project. You can take a look first."

"I told you before that from the moment you accepted me, the Song family is your family, and the Song family's money is also yours."

She looked up at him, but didn't reach out to take it.

Song Jingnian smiled and said, "We, the Song family, will always support you. Can't you just be like other women who are after money?"

He thrust the document into her hand and then turned around and left without leaving her with any intention of replying.

Jiang Yuan clenched the document in her hand, feeling complicated.

She lowered her eyes and flipped through the documents.

She originally thought that the Song family's assets were no less than those of any wealthy family, but this cooperation plan clearly exceeded her expectations.

Although some areas still need improvement, overall, this contract is very attractive.

Song Jingnian is also very sincere. As long as it is something Jiang Yuan can decide, he will basically help her, including the prenuptial agreement in his hand.

To show his feelings.

He took out everything he could give.

Jiang Yuan stayed in the company all afternoon. During dinner time, Song Jingnian called her to ask her out for dinner.

She refused, and Song Jingnian didn't force it.

After the call between the two ended, Song Jingnian's secretary knocked on the door and came in, holding an invitation letter in his hand. "Mr. Song, which guests are you planning to invite to the dance performance ceremony tomorrow?"

Song Jingnian looked at the invitation on the table and threw it into the drawer, "Go ahead and make arrangements."

"Yes." The secretary stepped back respectfully.

Song Jingnian's eyes were looking at a certain place in the office. His gaze gradually became long and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. After a moment, he pressed the intercom, "Order a bouquet of flowers for me."

"What flowers?" the secretary asked.

"Rose." Song Jingnian said calmly, and then hung up the phone.

Song Jingnian ordered flowers very quickly. In just half an hour, someone delivered the bright red roses to his office.

He signed the form and handed the card to the other party.

After the secretary left, Song Jingnian put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the left side of the desk. He looked at the photos on the table.

His slender index finger traced the delicate facial features of the woman in the photo, his eyes were gentle and caressing, and he murmured softly, "Kite, I like you."

Song Jingnian put his cell phone on the table. He picked up the pen on the table and wrote the words 'Jiang Yuan's relative' on the envelope, then folded the letter and put it in his pocket.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Jiang Yuan changed into a dress and put on makeup in the dressing room.

Her makeup artist was applying foundation on her, and as soon as she finished applying it, footsteps sounded outside, and a group of secretaries in professional skirts opened the door and walked in.

"Ms. Jiang, this is today's work schedule. Mr. Song has specially arranged things. The most important thing today is the dance meeting. Mr. Song has something important to tell you."

Jiang Yuan took it and flipped through it, his expression trembling slightly.

I understood something in my heart.

His eyes slowly fell.

The secretary put down the documents and left the office, leaving only Jiang Yuan and the other stylist in the room.

She raised her head and asked, "Would any of you be willing to help me design a new look? I want something that doesn't look too haggard."

"Dr. Jiang, let me help you style your hair." The makeup artist immediately stepped forward.

"Okay." After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, she closed her eyes and let the makeup artist tinker with her face.

She didn't want to make a too complicated look, but because she knew that this banquet was very important, and she had to dress up beautifully to attend.

She sits on a chair and is manipulated by a makeup artist.

"Ms. Jiang, don't you really want to change your clothes? Your stylist is very skilled and I guarantee you will be stunning tonight."

The makeup artist kept trying to persuade her, but unfortunately Jiang Yuan didn't listen.

The makeup artist sighed helplessly when he saw this and could only continue to apply makeup on her.

Half an hour later, after the styling was completed, Jiang Yuan opened her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror with doubts in her eyes.

"Miss Jiang..." The makeup artist's eyes were full of shock.

I saw the woman in the mirror with delicate and fair skin, black silk strands draped over her shoulders, revealing her slender neck and graceful collarbones, and her graceful figure.

"Ms. Jiang, you are so beautiful." The makeup artist admired sincerely.

Jiang Yuan pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment."

She stood up and walked to the dressing table to look at herself in the mirror. She still chose to wear no makeup today.

But it still couldn't hide her elegant and refined appearance. Her skin was as smooth as snow, and her facial features were exquisite, like an ancient fairy.

"Ms. Jiang, I suggest you change into another skirt. It's a pity that you are attending the banquet dressed like this. This skirt is too plain and President Song will definitely be sad."

"is it?"

"Of course!" the makeup artist said affirmatively.

Jiang Yuan looked at herself in the mirror. She felt that this white skirt suited her very well, so she did not change it.

She also knew very well that Song Jingnian might take action tonight.