"The Huaxia Country branch is in its initial stage. What if William is suddenly assigned? How would that be explained?"
"But why, after this William Si arrived, that MISS-YU has never contacted me again?"
"Perhaps she wasn’t satisfied with your work, so she replaced you. I’m quite busy at the moment, and if there’s nothing else, I’d like to go back now." Faced with her "ex-boyfriend," and even a "former fiance," Jian Anning was in no good temper. Remaining friends after a breakup is definitely a myth!
"Anning," Lu Jiayuan grew anxious. He really did suspect something about Situ Xuan’s situation, which is why he was stopping her! "I’m telling the truth, believe me!"
As he spoke, he also reached out to pull her arm, trying to explain. Jian Anning was startled by his sudden grip. But the next second, an unpleasant feeling of being offended surged up. She immediately shook off his arm and said coldly, "Let go!"
"Anning, believe me!" Lu Jiayuan was desperate, partly because he truly cared about her, and partly—he had some selfish motives. He still liked her, and it naturally pained him to see Situ Xuan and Yu Zexiao aggressively pursuing her.
"I don’t care whether what you’re saying is true or false, I’m not interested, let go!" Jian Anning loathed men who were indecisive and wanted to leave in anger.
"What I’m saying is true! I..."
"What is true, exactly?" Before he finished, a sharp voice, like winter’s icicles, slowly spread.
Lu Jiayuan startled, turned his head, and saw the man leaning on the side with a cold expression. It was Yu Zexiao!
Jian Anning took the opportunity of his stunned moment to throw off his restraints and quickly walked to Yu Zexiao. Yu Zexiao glanced at Jian Anning; this woman, seemingly unpretentious, he almost forgot that she was surrounded by a pack of wolves! Situ Xuan was gone, but there was still a Lu Jiayuan!
Yu Zexiao looked her up and down, feeling slightly sour inside—this woman, seeming to be sure that he had a phobia and would never tolerate a third party, was thus so unrestrained!
But what he disliked even more was Lu Jiayuan!
He glared at Jian Anning irritably, "Is your hand okay? Do you need to disinfect it? How dirty!"
Dirty? That one word left Lu Jiayuan so irritated that he couldn’t utter another word!
He then said, "Where did you run off to? Didn’t I call you asking you to come back early? And here you are, chatting with some wild man instead of coming back! Do you know I sweated something fierce looking for you?"
What is this smell? Why is it so sour? The expression on Yu Zexiao’s face was just like he had drunk dozens of pounds of vinegar, and the entire prop room was filled with the pungent sourness.
"You sweated? Let me help you." Jian Anning took out a handkerchief, tiptoed, and gently wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and then said, "You too, you should drink some plum juice while resting. I’ve kept it in a thermos, chilled—it’s ready to drink as soon as you open it."
Yu Zexiao quietly enjoyed her service, and after she finished wiping, he pouted, with an expression of not being very happy, and said, "I don’t want to drink it when you’re not by my side."