protect my love

Deputy Manager Wang was originally waiting in the living room, but he hurried over to explain to Zi Mingjun: "Actually, it is a trend not to have a balcony now."

"What kind of trend is this?"

"Because there are already floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are various auxiliary facilities, which can perfectly replace the role of balconies." Afraid that this trivial matter would make Zi Mingjun lose interest, he is still trying to prove his point of view, "Balconies are dangerous Yes, and the impact of stacked units is relatively large.”

"..."

The characters did not respond, as if they were listening to the voice in the earphones.

After a while, he said, okay.

"If you have any requirements on the balcony, we will definitely find you one that meets your requirements when you come to see the house next time." Mr. Wang couldn't see Mingjun's thoughts, so he could only add cautiously.

"It's a good set, just a little too big."

The two went out together, and Manager Wang locked the door.

"Well, the other set is a little farther away, and it's of the same quality, but it's 140 square meters."

"how far?"

"To the west, half an hour's drive from here."

"Then there's no need to go."

"Why don't you take a look, that's also our trump card project." Deputy Manager Wang panicked at once, obviously Zi Mingjun was not satisfied with this set to show any intention, if the next one doesn't even go, then Didn't he just lose interest in them?

"Another day." Zi Mingjun didn't give him room to maneuver.

On the last journey, he was escorted by deputy manager Wang, and he got into a taxi.Wearing sunglasses on his face, he didn't want to talk, no matter how talkative the driver was, he didn't dare to disturb him.Just asked the address, all the way silent.

"Is this how you look angry?" Zi Mingjun asked.

The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror in surprise. The good-looking passenger in the back seat was not talking to him.

"No, why should I be angry?" Bai Lianxi said to him in a friendly voice when it was almost early morning.

Zi Mingjun kept looking sideways out of the window, the scenery outside moved so fast, in fact, he just wanted to put his gaze away: "Suddenly persuaded me not to buy a house, does my buying a house have something to do with you?"

"Aren't you the one who insisted on me answering the phone?"

Obviously, this is Bai Lianxi's rather rare tone.First of all, he will not use it to clients during working hours. It is the first time that Mingjun has heard his tone in the six months since he met him.Angry, but restrained, polite and patient, like a victim.

"Are you so tired? You can yell if you want. Don't hold back." Zi Mingjun listened and said, but no matter how much he imagined, he had no way of knowing whether Bai Lianxi was wronged now, sitting on the chair and grabbing the armrest , still leaning against the head of the bed in pajamas, exhausting his brain cells to listen to his nonsense before going to sleep.

"Not tired, thank you for your concern." Jingxiang was silent for a minute, both of them seemed to be breathing very heavily, "Yes, of course it doesn't matter to me whether you buy a house or not, I don't even know why we quarreled, it's unnecessary. …”

"Do you still not understand what it means to develop a relationship as a lover?" Zi Mingjun interrupted him, "Don't tell me that you are so idealistic that we can use the hotel room to meet once or twice a day. The relationship of chatting on WeChat for half an hour lasts for a lifetime. I can understand that you feel that you need time to adapt, and I can also make changes for you, but it must not be that you don’t stay in the same room all your life, and stay in hugs and kisses until you die.”

It is not difficult to imagine that this is the true thought that Zi Mingjun did not say at the time, something that was forcibly exposed in a second when he was in London, and as expected, the seeds of evil were still planted.

"Ah, I knew..." But it seems that he has more problems in this aspect.

Bai Lianxi admitted that this was a problem that he tried his best to avoid, and later tried to avoid.But he couldn't say it, at least not right now.

"Go to bed first, we'll talk about it tomorrow, good night." In the end, Zi Mingjun vented himself, and there was no further solution for the time being.

He wanted to hang up the phone, but this time Bai Lianxi really yelled out.

"What's the point of running away after talking? You let me sleep and I sleep? Can I sleep?"

Zhan Yijiang is not busy today, he just has a meeting in the company from the afternoon to nine o'clock in the evening.

The higher-ups told him to follow Braille Mingjun carefully recently, and it was best to keep him on a leash.

It does sound uncomfortable.Zhan Yijiang couldn't even tell which one was more worth holding on to, him and the company, or him and Zi Mingjun.The brokerage industry is highly competitive, and success depends on the superposition of various factors.

Before Zi Mingjun, he had taken two or three of them, all of whom had just graduated. After a few years, he felt that there was no hope of getting ahead, and he left as soon as the contract was up.

So the wording is considered an accident.If his career hadn't improved since last year, he wouldn't have to think about how to stay this year.

Zhan Yijiang thinks that he is not qualified enough, and he is not lucky enough.If Zi Mingjun left and he continued to stay in Xunxing, it would be hard to say whether he would meet any good seedlings again.His contract is longer than Zi Mingjun's, not to mention that he may not be willing to take him away.

At nine o'clock, the street cannot be empty. Zhan Yijiang's car was parked on the side of the road, and he squatted beside him wanting to smoke.

Finally, he took out his phone and turned it over and over again, crossed Mingjun's name three or five times, and pressed it out with a held breath.

The phone rang several times and was only picked up when it was about to hang up automatically.

"Brother Jan?"

Zhan Yijiang thought he had heard wrong.

"what happened to you?"

Zi Mingjun's voice was very muffled, neither like he just woke up nor sick.

"Just woke up."

"Are you in the hotel Xia Le booked for you?"

Zi Mingjun hesitated for a moment: "Not here."

"Still outside at this late hour?" Zhan Yijiang had no position to ask him where he is now, "Aren't you still filming tomorrow?"

"Understood, I will go back as soon as possible."

"Well, don't worry, go."

Zhan Yijiang put the phone back in his pocket after the other party hung up the phone first.

He was still squatting there, and then remembered that he hadn't mentioned what he wanted to talk about.

Zi Mingjun is not obedient in the standard sense, but he is promising in the standard sense.

Zhan Yijiang took him, so why wasn't he taking Zhan Yijiang?

At the same time, Zi Mingjun's weakness is also obvious, who doesn't have a secret that can destroy himself at any time?The fear is that he is not afraid to let others know.

The masses of this era are not so autonomous and tolerant.

Thinking about the recent conversation is inevitable.Zhan Yijiang doesn't want to hurt Zi Mingjun's temperament today, but if he wants to know Zi Mingjun's true thoughts, today is one of the few opportunities.

Xia Le once sent him the address of Mingjun Hotel.

At this time, the phone started to vibrate again, it was the little girl from the company's publicity department.

"Hey?"

"Brother Zhan, can you contact Zi Mingjun?"

"what happened?"

"Fang Ming's birthday is today, can you let him connect to a live broadcast, it's only about 15 minutes."

Fang Ming is a singer who was signed by Xun Xing. Sometimes resources are shared within the company, and Zi Mingjun and him often attend activities together.But Zhan Yijiang knew that these two people were too lazy to talk to each other, so they probably never met each other in private.

"When?"

"It's already started now. I had an appointment with someone else to interact with, but the other party's plane was delayed and hasn't landed yet."

"Look for the word Mingjun to save the scene?"

"Hey, anyway, the two of them have a good relationship in the public impression. Someone asked about him when the process was put on the Internet before." The little girl over there and Zhan Yijiang are just colleagues who haven't said a few words, "Today's situation is very good , nothing else important, Fang Ming, if you don't go, it won't be in vain."

"I'll call you in five minutes."

Zhan Yijiang looked at his mobile phone, whether he was calling or not.

For Zi Mingjun's sake, in his state just now, he should flatly refuse.

The little Audi starts quickly, and the hotel of Zi Mingjun is not far from here, that is, a seven-eight-minute drive.

At the door of the room, Zhan Yijiang rang the doorbell several times before Mingjun, who seemed to be in good condition, came to open the door for him.

"Brother Jan?"

Zhan Yijiang didn't say anything, Zi Mingjun let him in.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, let's vent occasionally in private time."

Zi Ming was wearing a set of pajamas, which was a rather strange color, but magically achieved a complementary effect.

"Work overtime?" Zhan Yijiang sat down and watched Ziming fasten his buttons at the last minute, "The pajamas are good, very different."

"Well, I like it very much." Zi Mingjun readily accepted, and then asked, "I'm working overtime at this time, let me guess, it's Fang Ming, right?"

"Yes, the news is so well-informed."

"I logged on to Weibo just now, and messages kept popping up asking me to send him blessings."

"Well, are you going?"

"To be honest, I only remembered what he looked like after thinking about it carefully. What if there is an accident?"

"It's just a live broadcast, about 15 minutes."

Zhan Yijiang's phone rang again, it was the girl from the Propaganda Department who had been waiting for 15 minutes.

"I'm sorry for the long wait. I haven't made a decision yet." Zhan Yijiang looked at the word Mingjun. The other party guessed where the call was coming from, forced a smile, and asked what time by mouth.

"As soon as possible, Fang Ming doesn't know how to do stand-up comedy, and in another 10 minutes he has to commit suicide in front of the camera."

"About 10 minutes." Zhan Yijiang extracted the news to Zi Mingjun.

Without thinking about it, he made an ok gesture.

"Well, give me another 3 minutes to call you back."

Zi Mingjun seemed to be looking at his mobile phone boredly, as if this dispensable overtime work was as simple as putting on a smile for a while.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm very good."

"in argument?"

The fact that Zi Mingjun had a new boyfriend in the night market photos last time is no longer a secret. Zhan Yijiang didn't interfere a lot, and didn't even check the other party's background dutifully.

Zi Mingjun was stunned for a moment, and generously admitted: "Yeah, it's quite normal, haven't you and your sister-in-law ever quarreled?"

"I quarreled and quarreled." There was no more text.The two don't seem to be quite comparable.

"I took it, is there overtime pay?" Zi Mingjun went to wash his face.

"There is a subsidy."

"Would it be too casual for me to do this?" Zi Mingjun pulled the pajamas on his chest.

Zhan Yijiang looked at it for a moment, and said seriously: "Don't worry, there are no flaws, the perfect family god."

Zi Mingjun chuckled and began to find a suitable position.

"Sit here with me." Zhan Yijiang gave up the place with the best light.

"Who am I?" Zi Mingjun clicked on the link sent by Zhan Yijiang, and entered his account number and password.

"Zi Mingjun himself."

"Zizi!" Before the screen was loaded, Fang Ming's voice came out first.

"Amin, happy birthday."

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