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Chapter 57 Extra Story 4 Aged Vinegar Has Too Much Stamina

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    The night sky outside the window is full of moon and stars, the cold wind is howling, and the temperature in the room is just right.  Jian Ling occupies a corner of Cheng Zhixu's study room, arranging materials on the newly added desk, while Cheng Zhixu works at the original desk.

    The two of them did not disturb each other, and the atmosphere was very quiet, with only the occasional rustling of flipping through papers and tapping on the keyboard, which was as beautiful as a painting.

    It seemed very abrupt when the phone rang at this time. Jian Ling put down the stack of documents she had just sorted out, and picked up the phone on the table.

    Cheng Zhixu was interrupted by this movement, stopped his movements, picked up the cold coffee at the side, took a sip, and looked up at her.

    When an unfamiliar number called, Jian Ling stared at the screen and hesitated for a moment before answering. A deliberately lowered male voice came from the other side: "Guess who I am."

    Jian Ling frowned, obviously guessing the other party's voice as soon as it fell, resting her chin with her free hand, rolling her eyeballs, deliberately saying that she couldn't guess.

    The people over there were really angry, their voices returned to normal, and their Mandarin was very substandard. When they encountered difficult words to express, they directly replaced them in Italian, and some words were neither fish nor fowl.

    But Jian Ling understood, and finally found a chance to laugh at him: "Cheng Yan, at least you finished junior high school in China, why are you so poor in Mandarin?"

    Cheng Yan: "You guessed it was me!"

    "Please, I'm not stupid, can I not hear your voice?" Jian Ling glanced at the phone screen, frowned and said, "Did you change your phone number? I don't have any notes here."

    "It's been changed a long time ago! I sent you an email to tell you, but you forgot." Cheng Yan was a little depressed.

    Jian Ling repeatedly apologized, and then heard Cheng Yan say that he will come to China for business in a few days, and it may take a while.  At the end, he said seriously: "You are right, I really need an interpreter, why not just you."

    "I can't." Jian Ling refused directly, "I can pick you up from the plane, and I can also clean up the dust for you. I can't be a translator. I'm busy with work and don't have time."

    Cheng Yan immediately said: "This is what you said, come to pick up the plane."

    "Young girl, once you say something, it's hard to chase." Jian Ling is straightforward, never procrastinating, and immediately made a decision, "Hurry up, send me the flight information."

    When Jian Ling made a phone call, she would make other small movements with her hands, sometimes holding her chin, sometimes picking at the corners of the documents on the table, and she turned the brand new A4 paper into curled rough edges.  Just as she was about to change a piece of paper and continue playing, a small gust of heat suddenly hit her ears. Jian Ling shook her shoulders. She didn't know when Cheng Zhixu came over. She put one hand on the back of the chair behind her and the other on the edge of the desk.  Straightened, slender and fair, too beautiful to be real.

    She was concentrating on the phone just now, her eyes were always down, and she didn't notice his approach.

    Cheng Zhixu frowned, and when she hung up the phone, he withdrew his hand supporting the edge of the table, leaned sideways on the table, and looked down at her condescendingly: "Who needs you to pick up the plane and clean up the dust? Didn't you say that you have been working recently?  busy?"

    He was so busy that he didn't have time to get the certificate, but he had time to pick up other men from the plane and invite them to dinner - when he just came here, he heard a few vague words, it was a man's voice.

    Jian Ling looked up at the man whose legs were higher than the table, stretched out her arms to hug him, and said in a coquettish tone, "A friend I haven't seen for a long time will return to China in a few days. As the host, should I entertain him?"

    Cheng Zhixu raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and just asked: "Which friend?"

    "You don't even know me if you tell me." Jian Ling explained, "My classmates from elementary school and junior high school later settled abroad with their parents. I guess they came back this time because of work. I didn't inquire carefully."

    Cheng Zhixu pinched her chin with his fingers, rubbed her fingertips a few times, thought about it while recalling, and finally asked her: "Is that from Italy? My childhood sweetheart?"

    Jian Ling took a deep breath in surprise, and didn't remember mentioning the word "Cheng Yan" to him: "Do you know him?"

    It really was him.  Cheng Zhixu snorted inwardly.

    "Before meeting the Italian client, one night, you, me, and Ye Guizhou were having dinner together. When I mentioned why you can speak Italian, your uncle explained it at that time." Cheng Zhixu pondered for a while, sliding his finger from her chin to her cheek, and moved his hands  His skin was so smooth and tender that he couldn¡¯t put it down. He said solemnly, ¡°He said that when you were young, you had a friend who was an Italian Chinese, and you had a very good relationship with him.  Still keep in touch."

    Cheng Zhixu has a good memory, and he remembers Ye Guizhou's original words clearly, word for word.

    Jian Ling let out an "ah", remembering this.

    "But I remember?As I said at the time, I was not a childhood sweetheart.  "Jian Ling's memory is not too bad. When he reminded her, she would think of more pictures along the way.

    You remember that at that time, I was still secretly liking Cheng Zhixu and dared not say anything, for fear that he might misunderstand something, and quickly explained that she and Cheng Yan did not have that kind of relationship.

    Cheng Zhixu nodded slightly, he did say that, but

    "You blushed then."

    "I'm I'm not shy, I'm just afraid of your wild thoughts." When Jian Ling gets excited, she tends to speak incoherently, and she seems guilty, but she is not guilty at all.

    Cheng Zhixu leaned over to seal her lips when she was gesticulating carelessly, and there was no need to do the rest of the work. Jian Ling went to the bed in a daze, always feeling that something was shaking in front of him, and he couldn't see it clearly¡ª¡ª

    Later, Jian Ling couldn't help but slander, Cheng Zhixu was indeed old, and the stamina of old vinegar was too strong, she was almost soured to death by him.  That night, she barely slept well.

    But she has already promised Cheng Yan to pick up the plane, so it's not easy to go back on her word.

    On March 12th, Jian Ling took half a day off in advance to pick up someone at the Capital International Airport.  There are people coming and going in the airport hall, shoulder to shoulder, and there are people holding a sign beside them, which says welcome to Mr. X, and it is probably a chance to pick up a certain client.

    Jian Ling stood on the railing, looking around on tiptoe from time to time.  She took a few glances at the sign. The exaggerated and bright font was indeed very eye-catching in the crowd.  I knew she would do this too.

    Just as he was distracted, he was tapped lightly on the shoulder, and then the broken Chinese sounded above his head: "Where are you looking, is it me or you?"

    Jian Ling turned her head, and an enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, with narrow and thin single eyelids, beautiful brown pupils, clear and moist like glass, and a high nose bridge.  The same as seeing him two years ago, with fair skin, wearing a casual suit and an off-white woolen coat.

    If he wears sunglasses again, passers-by will definitely mistake him for a big star in the entertainment circle.  In fact, if you ask her to say, even if Cheng Yan doesn't wear sunglasses, he still looks like a certain Korean star.

    His attire has the feeling of a street star.

    With a big smile on Cheng Yan's lips, he hugged her with open arms and said, "I'm back."

    Before Jian Ling could react, she was embraced by him, and she was stunned for a moment. When she recovered and wanted to push it away, Cheng Yan just let go.

    "Welcome." Startled by his enthusiasm, Jian Ling twitched the corners of her lips, then pulled him out of the crowd, "Let's go."

    Cheng Yan pushed the luggage cart with one hand, and there were two large silver-white suitcases stacked on top of it. With the other hand, he naturally embraced Jian Ling's shoulder, and directly accused her in Italian: "You liar, you agreed to go to Italy for fun."  , why didn't you come to see me?"

    "Speak well, don't move your feet." Jian Ling bowed, escaped from his arms, stood a step away from him, and replied in Italian, "I want to go, it's not that I'm too busy with work,  No time."

    Cheng Yan looked at his arm hanging in the air, and a few seconds later, he held the handrail of the luggage cart as if nothing had happened, and strode forward, feeling a strange feeling in his heart¡ª¡ª

    Jian Ling took her back to the hotel and took a taxi home. On the way back, she even bought her favorite cooked food.  When she entered the house, she saw Cheng Zhixu sitting on the sofa in exactly the same posture as the night she returned home late, like an old monk in meditation, holding a book in his hand.

    The book is not the original English book, but a magazine.  Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Cheng Zhixu raised his head from the financial magazine: "I came back so early, didn't I want to clean him up?"

    "Cheng Yan is a little tired today. We have an appointment to have dinner together another day." Jian Ling smiled, with stars shining in her eyes, put down the packing box in her hand, rushed over to hug his neck, and said softly, "Boss Cheng  , are you unhappy? If you are unhappy, we can go together. "

    Cheng Zhixu said coldly, "There's nothing to be unhappy about."

    Jian Ling: "Oh¡ª¡ª"

    Early the next morning, Jian Ling saw a bouquet of delicate champagne roses at her workstation. Dewdrops rolled over the soft petals, sending bursts of fragrance.  Jian Ling took off the bag in the crook of his arm and put it on the table, feeling a little confused.

    Cheng Zhixu gave her roses again?  They just parted ways in the elevator, didn't you hear him mention it?

    Dai Wangchu plucked the petals with his fingers, and smiled slightly with his lips bent: "Wow, Mr. Cheng is too romantic, and he even secretly sends flowers when we meet every day."

    The other girls in the office area also cast envious eyes.

    According to past experience, Jian Ling searched among the densely packed flowers, and found a card.  It is handwritten in Italian, the font is slanted and smooth, as if it was printed, it is very beautiful, and the translated meaning is: For the beautiful Miss Jane, I wish you a happy day!

    Signed: I miss you Chengyan

    Jian Ling stared at the words on the card, and a question mark popped up in his head: What are you doing?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)I searched among the raised flowers and found a card.  It is handwritten in Italian, the font is slanted and smooth, as if it was printed, it is very beautiful, and the translated meaning is: For the beautiful Miss Jane, I wish you a happy day!

    Signed: I miss you Chengyan

    Jian Ling stared at the words on the card, and a question mark popped up in his head: What are you doing?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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