Jiang Xiyuan remembered that that kind of smile was still in her student days, Zhang Bo was sincere and pure, and innocently vowed to wait for her to return from school.

It's the same smile, as warm as the afternoon sun, hiding in the clouds and overflowing with light, not dazzling, not aggressive, comfortable and warm.

It's just that since when did he change, his brows were frowning and he was always worried, and when facing Jiang Xiyuan, he was more contemptuous and mocking, or else he was infinitely silent.

Jiang Xiyuan always thought it was because Zhang Bo's company was under great pressure. She understood his difficulties, but she didn't expect that everything was just her misunderstanding.Zhang Bo didn't change, but only when he faced her.

The person who said he would take good care of her and love her, Xiaoxiao, who hadn't broken the building, now actually got involved with Lin Wanbai at the celebrity banquet.

Is this the feeling she should bear?

The cruel feeling of cutting her wrists spread quickly after the cruise ship docked. She was the first to rush out of the cabin, and she didn't want to look back.

Going straight to the house, Chen Caihua went out and did not return, and even Jiang Qian disappeared. I heard from Uncle Liang that Jiang Qian dressed up specially, and she seemed to have a date.

But these are not in the scope of Jiang Xiyuan's consideration. The only thing that can calm her down quickly is work.

The cooperation agreement with Ye Shenghao is not difficult. Industry consultants can rely on previous knowledge to memorize, but the choice of songs must be extracted from previous books.

After searching around, she couldn't find the treasured texts. Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Xiyuan frowned secretly. Those works seemed to be stored in Zhang Bo's home.

……

Three hours later, Jiang Xiyuan's car stopped outside Zhang's mansion.

When the doorbell rang, the servant who opened the door gave Jiang Xiyuan a surprised look.

"It's so late, who is it?" Ren Jingzhi's lazy voice came from inside the room.

"Ma'am, it's Miss Jiang." The servant replied truthfully, not knowing how to advance or retreat, so he had to turn his body halfway and wait and see what happened.

"Jiang Xiyuan? What is she here for?" Ren Jingzhi's tone obviously became impatient, and she said with disgust, "Tell her that Zhang Bo is not here, let her go back."

"..." The servant looked at Jiang Xiyuan in embarrassment, and felt a little uneasy as he stroked the doorknob.

Jiang Xiyuan understood the servant's difficulties very well, and only showed an apologetic smile, which also exuded a little bit of bitterness.

Why didn't she know that Zhang Bo was not at home, the image of Zhang Bo and Lin Wanbai chatting at the banquet still flashed in her mind, maybe Zhang Bo would not come home tonight.

Sad.

But he had to face Ren Jingzhi's cynicism.

"Auntie, I'm not here to look for Zhang Bo." Politely, with humility, "I'm here to get some things."

Hearing this, Ren Jingzhi got up and walked out of the hall, wearing embroidered silk and satin with a particularly good temperament.She alternately pulled the shawl with both hands, with a look of disgust.

"What?" Sneered, "I don't know what other useful and valuable things the Jiang family has in our house?"

Jiang Xiyuan exhaled secretly, with a calm face, "It's really worthless to you. They are some texts and books about the creation of piano music that Zhang Bo has read."

"What do you mean, think I'm clumsy and don't understand anything?" Ren Jingzhi was sure that Jiang Xiyuan's words belittled her for being uneducated, and her face changed, "I just said, you are a person with deep scheming. Be respectful and polite to me, this blog will no longer reveal its true colors and be uneducated!"

Jiang Xiyuan stood where she was, staring deeply at the middle-aged woman in front of her. After a long time, she took a straight step and walked into the room.

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