"I will go back naturally when I want to go back. If I don't have my permission, I will follow me with my own initiative. You will know the consequences!" He Che ignored Chen Cang, who was silent. After saying what he wanted to say, he put out the cigarette and prepared to leave.

After he walked for a few steps, Chen Cang stopped him: "Boss..."

He Che stopped but did not look back.

Chen Cang stared at his figure and hesitated for a while. After all, he asked what she noticed as soon as she appeared: "Boss, you have blood on your arm. Are you injured? Do you want me..."

"It's not a problem." He Che lost three words and left.

Chen Cang stood there, pinched the small medicine bottle in his palm hard, and a trace of dimness flashed through his eyes.

Her boss is good everywhere, but her relationship is too simple, simple... can be said to be stupid.

A taxi happened to drive by the side of the road. He Che reached out to stop the car. After getting into the car, He Che rolled up his cuffs and there was a circle of bitten teeth marks on his exposed arm.

The little girl's teeth are so sharp... The little girl also told him that she was not familiar with him so much that he could say good night to her...

He Che smiled again, how could that happen? One day, when the little girl knew who he was, let alone good night, even An An would be willing to let him shout.

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After Special Assistant Zhang sent Xia Wan'an home, he rushed to Han Jingnian's side.

Xia Wan'an changed into a home clothes and started to work hard. Time flies when she starts working. When she stops, it is already dark outside the window.

She put down the pen in her hand and looked at the time on the wall. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. No wonder she felt her stomach rumbling.

Xia Wan'an simply cooked a bowl of noodles, filled her stomach, jogged on the treadmill for half an hour, and then went to take a shower.

After she came out of the bathroom, she took a look at the time, and it was already half past nine.

Today is Saturday. Even if Han Jingnian has to work, he should have finished it long ago. Now he hasn't come home yet, so he is afraid he won't come back tonight, right?

Xia Wan'an was stunned for a while and sat in front of the dressing table, drying her hair, applying bottles and jars, and then picked up the pen again to continue to modify his design draft.

My thoughts did not flow as smoothly as that in the afternoon. She drew on the paper for a long time, but she was still unsatisfied.

She changed the white paper again and looked at the time. It was already half past ten:

When the music of her phone reminded her to sleep, Xia Wan'an realized that she had actually drawn a design draft and ran to write two lines of words.

"I've been following you all the time, in ways you know and don't know."

"You always do this, messing up my heart and my bed, and never come back."

"Why aren't you going home again?"

"It's really sad, but I don't want to say pride."

"Han Jingnian, why don't you go home?"

Looking at the lines he wrote, Xia Wan'an turned his head and looked out the window, and then as if he hated him for not being able to do anything, he suddenly kneaded the piece of paper into a ball with anger, threw it forward, and got up to go to bed.

The paper ball hit the wall and fell into the gap behind the TV cabinet.

On Sunday, Han Jingnian still didn't go home.

On the Monday of the new week, Xia Wan'an is the same as before, getting up at nine o'clock and going out to work.

After arriving at the company, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Chapter completed!