Falling back to gl

The open door was half closed, standing there alone.

The lights outside are not turned on, which is in contrast to the light inside. One part is pitch black, the other part is slightly white, and the edges that meet in the middle merge, making it impossible to distinguish a clear boundary line, dense and blurred.

The clothes changed earlier were all on the shelf, together with Ji Cen'an's used dry towels, they were mixed into piles and piled up in a mess.

Being alone for only two or three minutes, Nanjia came back to his senses with fine sweat in his palms, gathered his energy, broke away from his previous mood, raised his white and fragile neck, slowly opened the small and expensive bottle, and did it in a low-key manner. Maintenance before going to bed.

It’s not troublesome, just touch some water and the like, and you can rest early after cleaning up. After all, business trips are not as good as being at home. Working and socializing during the day are tiring enough, so there is no need to spend too much time wasting your mind at night. No matter how expensive skin care products are, it is better to lie in bed and sleep as soon as possible.

Nanjia moved very slowly and was relatively gentle. After a while, he straightened up, turned on the faucet, stretched out his hand, and rinsed it twice.

Turning around again, the dry towel had fallen on the wet ground, stacked in a pile, and most of it was soaked and wet.

Turning his head to look, Nanjia didn't care much, he didn't intend to pick it up and hang it back, he just ignored it, skipped it at a glance, then picked up the mobile phone on the table, and walked out of here after his hair was dry.

He looked the same throughout the whole process, there was no sadness on his face, he was still quite elegant and quiet, and dealt with reality calmly.

Walking to the outside, Ji Cen'an didn't leave, but stayed.

However, that person had no intention of waiting to talk again, and had already slept on the sofa in the guest room next to the bedroom, facing the direction of the backrest, completely motionless.

I can't tell if I'm asleep or not, but it looks like I'm asleep anyway.

Nanjia stood silently by the side, only four or five meters away from the sofa, and did not take a step forward, that's all.

His eyes stopped on the surface of the coffee table, and then wandered back for a while, looking at the thin figure from the back, it seemed to be frozen for a long time.

After the street outside the hotel became dark again, fewer cars came and went in the middle of the road, and there were almost no people nearby, the brightness in the suite was drowned in the darkness, and gradually became a prisoner of the night, swallowed up in a blink of an eye. Exhausted.

After going through that kind of quarrel, although there was no quarrel, the period was considered "mild", but there is really no chat tonight, the conversation cannot be carried out, it is better for each to calm down for a night.

Even if it doesn't help, it's still better than continuing to tear apart the flesh and make blood flow.

The silver hook on the horizon is hazy, and the flickering stars are sparsely scattered, dotted with the sky, or sink into the clouds, or float into the dark space.

The darkness engulfed reason, tossing and turning for a while, and only a boundless silence remained behind.

The next morning, the sky was clear and cloudless.

The accompanying secretary assistant group got up and acted at dawn, and worked according to the work schedule. First, they prepared for today's plan, and then divided up the tasks. These two were responsible for contacting Sun Mingtian's affairs and making corresponding plans. The second is to take care of it according to the arrangement of the company in Z City, what changes, how to deal with it, whether it is necessary to make appropriate changes to the boss's itinerary, and so on.

After the small team got everything done, Secretary Jiang collected them again, and came over with a bunch of things around eight o'clock, and passed the useful and needed points to Nanjia.

At this time, Ji Cen'an had already left, not on the sofa, and returned to his own suite.

When he left, no one knows, and Nanjia is also unclear.

Secretary Jiang called for breakfast by the way. The details were handled very well, thoughtful and worry-free. No need for Nanjia to order any kind of coffee to drink. Secretary Jiang knew everything, and even Ji Cen'an summoned the corresponding service.

What happened last night, all the inside story, Secretary Jiang and the others didn't know anything about it, how could they know the privacy between them, they all pretended to be like yesterday.

The two authorities never said a word about what happened in the night, and it disappeared with the night with the dawn, without leaving any traces.

——The above is external, but internally, the barrier will not disappear.

Sun Mingtian and the others still have some work that needs to be finished, but it is not Ji Cen'an's meddling, at most it is Nanjia's intervention, and everything else is left to his subordinates.

There are still a few places to go during the day. They go out once in the morning and come back very late in the afternoon.

This was not in the original schedule, but due to the incident at the party last night, Nanjia took Ji Cen'an to visit two of the bosses, temporarily changed the plan, and went to the door for a "greeting visit" to try his best to cooperate .

During this period, Sun Mingtian sent someone to bring over a few more gifts, which can be described as meticulous and enthusiastic, and his hospitality is not to mention considerate.

Among them was a gift specially prepared for Ji Cen'an. It was an antique watch inlaid with diamonds. It was a luxury item and the price was not cheap. It was given according to Ji Cen'an's preference.

Ji Cen'an has liked to collect this in the past few years, and there are not many hobbies, so this is barely a kind of hobby.

The old fox was shrewd enough, he didn't show it in front of many guests yesterday, but he waited for them to go out to meet people before asking the housekeeper of the Sun family to bring this pile of things.

The butler told this, especially to Ji Cen'an, saying that old man Sun liked the landscape painting prepared by Ji Cen'an very much, so please don't worry about Ji Cen'an.

In fact, the landscape painting was written by Nanjia, but it was sent in the name of Ji Cen'an.

In name, after all, I went as a guest, and I couldn't come to the door empty-handed, so I had to express it anyway.Ji Cen'an didn't prepare a gift, and he didn't have the capital, so Nanjia prepared it together. Including the small antique incense burner on his side, they were all echoing Sun Mingtian's elegant taste.

Ji Cen'an gave Sun Mingtian face and even called to thank him.Old man Sun smiled brightly on the other end of the phone, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and the whole image of an amiable elder was not at all old and slick as when they met, as if he had changed into a different person.

After that, there are some social chores, many of which are handled by Nanjia, Ji Cen'an doesn't care about it, and basically doesn't show up.

Due to external reasons, they separated for a long time, and until they returned to Z City, they didn't have frequent contact with each other, and the number of exchanges was even less.

Perhaps it was the friction the night before that created a rift between the two. During the day, Nanjia only spoke when necessary, and the rest of the time he would either close his eyes and rest, or do other things, busy all the time.

Ji Cen'an didn't bother her, she showed up whenever she was needed, and stayed in the room tinkering with the computer when she was free.

The two sides once again had a tacit understanding, no need for drills, and they were more self-conscious than ever.

Most likely because he didn't sleep well at night, Ji Cen'an's face was tired, his eyes were a little red, and there were a lot of bloodshot eyes.This person has been reticent all day long, and he is half-dead compared to usual, and he behaves virtuously wherever he goes.

Secretary Jiang soon discovered Ji Cen'an's weirdness. He knew that something was wrong, most likely because he had encountered something, but he pretended to be deaf and blind, and he didn't listen or ask. Only when he chooses to open, An Sheng shuts up at other times.

The same goes for other assistants, and they don't care about things other than their duties.

Unlike Zhao Qihong, everyone knows exactly what to do as an employee.

Before returning to Z city, no one of no importance made trouble, no matter Shao Yubai or Pei Shaoyang, they all disappeared without a trace and "disappeared" for a short time.

They stayed an extra day and returned one day later than expected.

After getting off the plane, it was the driver who came to pick up Ji Cen'an, while Nan Jia brought a team of secretary assistants to the company.

Zhao Qihong also came, and when he greeted the boss, he squeaked. After calling Nanjia, he turned his head and greeted Ji Cen'an first. He said very blankly, "Miss Jiang Can, you have worked hard on your business trip."

Immediately afterwards, he nodded to the others who hadn't seen the outside world, as attentive as a father who came to pick up his daughter.

Nanjia hummed and had no time to talk to him.

Ji Cen'an was the most "appreciative", nodded steadily, and said, "Steward Zhao."

Zhao Qihong grinned desperately, hurriedly helped them carry their luggage, and spoke lamely while working.

It's time to sit up, Ji Cen'an said in a low voice, "Let's go."

I don't know who I talked to, Zhao Qihong, who, or Secretary Jiang.

Looking at the boss, Zhao Qihong was quite embarrassed and took a long time to go up.

Watching the car go away, Nanjia pursed her red lips lightly, and did not move for a while.

Everyone didn't dare to rush, and they all waited with them. When the boss was willing to get in the car, Secretary Jiang handed over a report, asking how to deal with Shaw Technology, and trying the boss's opinion for subsequent arrangements.

Nanjia leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Just like everyone else, there is no need for special treatment."

Secretary Jiang understood, and then asked: "Where is Miss Ji..."

"It doesn't change, you don't need to do anything." Nanjia replied, "Zhao Qihong will handle it, leave it to him, you don't care."

Secretary Jiang replied: "Okay, I understand."

The male assistant in the passenger seat glanced backwards, and then quietly watched from the rearview mirror, and found that Nanjia was getting more and more wrong. It was better in City C, and there was nothing before getting off the plane. It seemed that after separating from Ji Cen'an strange.

But the male assistant didn't dare to make wild guesses, he just felt strange that the boss was not like this usually, at least he wasn't so out of shape.

There is a distance from the airport to the company, about five to ten minutes away.

Nanjia took a nap in the car for half an hour, went to the office directly after entering the company, attended the meeting in the afternoon, and attended the dinner later in the day to receive important clients.

After dark, I live on Hancheng Road, and the dinner party is very late, so I live on whichever side is closest.

Shaw Technology was also found at this time, disturbing the people in the middle of the night, looking for a sense of presence.

It was Shao Yubai's party who contacted here. It was Shao Yubai's secretary who called Nanjia.

The other party really took the cooperation seriously, and was extremely caring. Fearing that there would be no accidents, he insisted on finalizing the detailed rules overnight, which was time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Mr. Shao is unassuming and doesn't have a serious image outside, but he doesn't pretend to be serious about Ji Cen'an, and his actions are practical under his lip service.

Shao Yubai's faction was connected by Nanjia herself, and she directed every detail, including receiving mails from there, and handed them over to Nanjia for review.

Staying up in the study until after eleven o'clock, a message came from Beiyuan, and someone didn't go back tonight.

Zhao Qihong sweated, and reported dryly: "Miss Jiang Can lives outside, maybe...maybe she won't be back until two days later."

There was no sound from this side for a long time, and it was so quiet that no one answered, and there was no connection at all.

……

After a long ten seconds passed, it was still the same.

Zhao Qihong's heart was in his throat, and he was quite nervous, until a short "beep" sounded from the receiver.

——The other party directly hung up the phone.