strike first

Jiang Ziling walked into the office. Jean had already turned on the computer. He sat down in his seat. The things in the seat. Except for some files being taken away, other things have not changed.

"I want to have a small meeting with you." Jean got up from his seat, took a list, and sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Ziling, who had just sat down, got up from the chair again, took a pen and notebook to the sofa, and sat down opposite to Jean.

Jean turned the list to Jiang Ziling and circled a name on it with a pen. "Men's clothing. I have already appointed Cheng Feng as the main designer. As for your resignation, who do you think is more suitable for your position. I need one." available answers."

"In my personal analysis, I think Xu Qianqian can do it. Her foundation is relatively solid. Although she is not good enough in the details of beading and embroidery, compared with other designers, she still has a relatively good grasp of various styles. Strong." Jiang Ziling analyzed, circled Xu Qianqian's name with a pen.

"But I think that Fan Yufeng has stayed in the company for a long time. He knows more about the company's sales volume than they do." Jean said, circled Fan Yufeng's name with a pen. "Design. What we need most is the market." .There is no market. It's all empty talk."

Jiang Ziling didn't want to talk about the fact that Huangfu Jue wanted to drop Fan Yufeng to the merchandising department. Because he was indeed better at merchandising than at designing.

Jiang Ziling argued, "Market needs will change with consumers' ideas. ST's style can't stay the same as it was five years ago. It also needs to use innovation to open up more markets."

"No." Jean interrupted Jiang Ziling's words without mercy. He said without changing his face. "A brand should need its soul to exist and form a unique style. As a professional designer. You It’s about walking with the trend. Not following the trend.”

Jean's sharp words, like those in a debate, made Jiang Ziling understand for the first time that this man is a person who distinguishes between public and private. In the workplace, he only talks about workplace affairs. Private people never talk about workplace affairs. This is A very nice character. Not like myself. Sometimes public and private are indistinguishable.

He nodded. "This is indeed true. But... a brand that has not yet established a solid foothold in the market. Should it try to change the style it originally insisted on and develop better sales Where is the direction?"

Jean pushed the boat smoothly. "So. It is even more necessary for someone who understands the market to be the team leader of women's clothing."

After all, he just wanted to insist on choosing Fan Yufeng. Jiang Ziling didn't want to argue with him anymore. He shrugged indifferently. "Then you don't need to ask me to provide a reference answer. You are the director. These things. I believe you better than I can handle."

Jean got up from the sofa and said two words. "Of course."

This overconfident response made Jiang Ziling feel uncomfortable. He was not in a good mood at first. However, at the meeting of the design department in the afternoon, the main design of women's clothing announced by Jean was Xu Qianqian. This surprised Jiang Ziling.

After get off work, Jiang Ziling cleaned up the table. When he was about to leave, Jean was at his desk. He asked, "You're in a bad mood today."

Jiang Ziling looked up at him. "It's okay."

In the morning, I was talking rhetorically, but in the afternoon, I became concerned. This may be this man's way of distinguishing between public and private. I will start my own company in the future. I have to learn such a good character.

"Why is Xu Qianqian the last one announced?" Jiang Ziling asked in confusion.

Jean told the truth. "Because Fan Yufeng handed me the letter of resignation in the afternoon."

"Oh." Jiang Ziling responded and got up to get off work.

"Can we have dinner together?" Jean asked following Jiang Ziling's footsteps.

Jiang Ziling thought about it for a while. Maybe. After returning, Huangfu Jue is not at home either...

When he reflected on his own thoughts, he found that he had unknowingly set the place to return to Huangfu Jue.

This discovery made him even sadder.

He vaguely responded to Jean with a nasal voice, got off the elevator, and got into Jean's newly bought car.

Huangfu Jue didn't wake up until noon. He had just finished washing when he received a call from Sam asking Huangfu Jue to go out for dinner.

Huangfu Jue drove to the place where Sam lived. After picking him up at the hotel and having lunch, at the request of Sam, the two of them went for a walk by the beach. Huangfu Jue lay down on the beach enjoying the sun bathing boringly .

May is a season of revival of all things. The bright sunshine shines on all things. The sea breeze blows gently, bringing the green breath of all things.

It's just... such a beautiful afternoon. It's not that man by my side.

This made him think a lot. Why doesn't that man drive his own car? Is he angry?

"JUE, shall we go back to America?" Sam turned his head and took Huangfu Jue's hand.

Huangfu Jue squinted slightly and looked at the distant sky. "No. I like being here."

"But. I want to go back. Go back to the places we used to go to and recall the places we used to go..."

Huangfu Jue refused mercilessly. "I don't want to go back to that place..."

"Is it because of the man who is with you now?" Sam turned over, leaned on the sand with his elbows, and looked at Huangfu Jue with his chin resting.

Huangfu Jue shook his head. "It has nothing to do with him."

Sam continued to ask. "Is that because it left you with bad memories?"

"..." Huangfu Jue closed his eyes and saw a piece of blood red. Through this blood red scene, he recalled a bad memory once, and his brows frowned involuntarily.

"Hey Ling. If your grandpa and second master were murdered. And the murderers are the people you trust the most. What will happen to you?"

"I won't forgive that murderer... But. Not forgiving doesn't mean no contact. He has to be responsible for his crimes. Not forgiving. That's his punishment..."

The conversation with Jiang Ziling yesterday suddenly reverberated in his mind. At this moment, he seemed to truly understand what he felt when he said this.

When Huangfu Jue opened those beautiful light amber eyes again, the face reflected inside became bigger and bigger. Even the breath exhaled by the other party hit his face.

He turned his face away.

"Why." Sam asked disappointedly. "Didn't you say you liked my lips the most?"

"That was the past." Huangfu Jue said lightly.

"Can't we go back to the past?" Sam shook his head puzzled. He was too involved in the scene, and his eyes were foggy.

"..." Huangfu Jue took a deep breath. He felt two emotions colliding with each other in his heart.

The other party's silence stopped Sam from asking any further questions. He was lying on the sand again, looking at the sky, thinking about how to make this man fall in love with him again quickly, and then make a fortune from him.

The two fell asleep while lying on the beach. When they woke up, it was already evening. Huang Fujue got up, patted the sand on his body, checked the time, and thought to himself. It's six o'clock. Ling got off work.

"I'm hungry. Let's go have dinner." Sam took Huangfu Jue's hand and left the beach. On the way, he suggested where to eat.

Huangfu Jue took Sam to a high-end western restaurant in the city center. He parked the car. When he entered the restaurant, he happened to bump into Jiang Ziling and Jean.

Jiang Ziling looked at Sam who was holding Huangfu Jue's arm, and his face turned slightly pale.

Jean saw that Huangfu Jue was getting involved with other men, and then took a look at Jiang Ziling's pale face. It seemed that he had learned something from it. He even seemed to see the future with the man beside him.

Of course, Huangfu Jue's complexion will not be very good. Last time, he has received a photo from someone who doesn't know. His man is with another man. Now he has bumped into him.

In this embarrassing atmosphere, perhaps only Sam's expression is the best. He is very proud to see Jiang Ziling's face that has changed color because he is with Huangfujue.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for nearly 5 minutes. In this short 5 minutes, no one proposed to leave or go in. It seemed that half an actual long time had passed.

The final result was that four people sat at one table. Jiang Ziling couldn’t remember who suggested it. He was absent-minded after dinner. Until finally, he sat in the passenger seat of Huangfu Jue’s car and returned to his home.

Of course. Before going home, he sent Sam back. This is the reason why Jiang Ziling's heart was blocked even more.

He also tried to calm his unbalanced heart. Anyway, Sam is also a person who is dying. There is no need to compete with a dying person.

However, when he saw Huangfu Jue's inseparable expression towards that man, he still couldn't help but think about it. Even coming to his house felt superfluous.

But I still want to stay. I want to make sure if the two of them will spend the night together...

So, the person who falls in love is either a poet or a fool. But he is not even a poet or a fool. He is not even a fool.

After Jiang Ziling took a shower, he returned to the guest room where he slept last night. He took an English book and lay down on the bed. He shook his head to let himself not think too much. He studied English seriously.

I just read the book for a while, and the door opened. I don’t need to look to know that it will be Huangfu Jue who just came out of the shower.

"Baby, why are you sleeping here? The bed in my room is bigger and more comfortable." Huangfu Jue got into the bed and hugged Jiang Ziling's waist.

Jiang Ziling ignored him and continued to pretend to be serious about reading.

"Baby, are you jealous?" Huangfu Jue put his head between Jiang Ziling's arms, blocking the book he was reading.

"No. You're thinking too much. Go away. I want to read." Jiang Ziling pushed him unhappily.

"You are really jealous." Huangfu Jue hugged Jiang Ziling's waist and pressed his face against his abdomen.