The queen's wife is too sultry

"Is there anything you can't say in front of Jing Ting, and you have to send him away?"

Shen Yan sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking at Ye Zhen casually.

Ye Zhen got up, picked up her coat, pointed to the door with her chin, and said in a very normal tone:

"Go out for a walk?"

Shen Yan was taken aback for a moment, and followed behind in a strange way.

The snow outside was swept away, and a clear cobblestone path was paved on the ground. The two walked slowly side by side along this road.

"I'm glad you could come today."

Under the dim light, Shen Yan grinned: "You know I'm coming?"

"No." Ye Zhen kicked a stone far away like a child, and said lightly: "Today is Christmas Eve, you can go home and spend it with your family by yourself."

She paused, and her tone was very firm: "But today is still his birthday, so you are here."

"So what?" Shen Yan turned her head away arrogantly, and said sourly: "Does he still need me as a brother once you come back?"

Fortunately, he ran all the way to the villa immediately after dinner at home, thinking that every Christmas Eve is Jiang Jingting's birthday, and it is rare for him not to go back to Jiang's house, and he will inevitably be alone, so he waited at the door for an hour .

Unexpectedly, he went to swim the Thames with the beauty in his arms.

Pooh.

Ye Zhen couldn't laugh or cry: "Shen Yan, how long have we known each other, do you still mind this?"

Shen Yan pursed her lips, and reluctantly admitted: "It's been almost nine years."

From the first day she came to London, Shen Yan went to the airport to pick her and Jiang Jingting up to today, the two have known each other for nine years.

Only one year less than Jiang Jingting.

"Linda said that you introduced the beautiful secretary to Jing Ting, is this true?"

Shen Yan snorted, and replied without thinking: "Really."

Just as Ye Zhen was about to speak, a gust of cold wind hit her nostrils, and she sneezed suddenly.

The man beside him frowned, and subconsciously blocked her from the slanting wind: "Go back, if you catch a cold, Jiang Jingting will have to skin me."

"Are you mad at me?"

She suddenly said such a sentence, Shen Yan seemed to be biting her tongue and couldn't speak straight: "Wh...why are you angry?"

Ye Zhen became more and more sure: "I'm so angry that I left Jing Ting."

Both Jiang Jingting and Shen Yan grew up in London. They have been in the same class since middle school, and they are each other's best friends.

Originally, Shen Yan could start a business and build his own commercial company with friends around him. It is not difficult to create a world in London with his mind and family background.

But when Jiang Jingting invited him to come to RC to help him, he went without hesitation and has been with him until today.

Shen Yan froze and stayed for a while, her voice gradually weakened: "I'm not mad at you..."

"That is?"

His voice sounded muffled: "I'm mad at myself."

"If it wasn't for my support four years ago, maybe you wouldn't have left Jing Ting so firmly."

Ye Zhen was stunned, Shen Yan walked in front of her, she could only see his lonely back.

"I've always thought that Jing Ting protected you too well. Even though I always regard you as my sister, I still think you should do what you want to do and go out bravely."

"But after you left, I realized that I was wrong." He stopped, his deep voice full of remorse:
"I underestimated your importance to Jing Ting, and also underestimated his love for you."

"After you left, he went crazy and wanted to find you, but at that time, there was an insider in the top management of RC, there was a big problem in the industrial chain, the stock price plummeted, other competitors were eyeing RC, and Uncle Jiang just happened to be sick and hospitalized. Jing Ting was ordered in the face of danger."

Recalling that dark time, he sighed heavily, "Such a big group has just been handed over to him. Do you know how heavy the burden is on his shoulders?"

Ye Zhen bit her lip, her heart was blocked and flustered, she opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"He couldn't eat a meal a day when he was so busy, he could only sleep four or five hours a day, and he had to go out to socialize and drink. The directors in the group saw him as young and stumbling him everywhere."

"Since you left, I haven't seen him smile again. Later, he was too tired, his body collapsed and he caught a bad cold. Even when he was hospitalized, he yelled your name."

Shen Yan turned around and stood in front of Ye Zhen with his back to the light. He clenched his fists and growled, "So I'm angry with you, and even more angry with myself, because without me, you might not be so decisive."

He even fantasized that if Ye Zhen hadn't left, the subsequent series of butterfly effects would not have happened.

Jiang Jingting's young and beautiful four years would not have been spent in darkness.

The biting cold wind blew, and Ye Zhen's face was so cold, she touched it, only to find that her cheeks were full of tears.

She pursed her lips, her voice was dry and astringent: "Then the four years of Christmas Eve..."

Shen Yan laughed at herself, and walked back side by side with Ye Zhen.

"I spent it with him. His birthday is on Christmas Eve. After you left, he never celebrated his birthday again, and he will not return to Jiang's house on that day."

Jiang Jingting's 24th birthday was also the third anniversary of his and Ye Zhen's love.

And it was on that day that Shen Yan got him drunk, and Ye Zhen left London after having a good time with him.

"Zhenzhen..."

He finally agreed to call her Zhenzhen.

"You can return to him. I am both scared and happy. I am happy that Jing Ting can finally regain the time before he was 24 years old."

"What I'm afraid of is that you will leave Jing Ting again, because such a proud son of heaven can no longer bear such a blow."

The two walked back to the villa along the original road, and there were two figures, one tall and one short, standing at the entrance of the villa.

Jiang Jingting stood behind Linda with his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the two expressionlessly.

Linda shook her hands as soon as she saw them: "Hey! Vice President Shen, you dare to snatch President Jiang's girlfriend!"

It was only then that Shen Yan remembered that he and Linda came here in the same car, so she had to resign herself to taking out the car keys, and tilted her head at Linda: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

"Mr. Jiang, I'll bring you a gift when I return to the group the day after tomorrow. I won't bother you and Ms. Ye for the time being. Merry Christmas!"

Linda got into the car, lowered the window and waved goodbye to Ye Zhen, but Shen Yan gave Ye Zhen a meaningful look.

After the two left, Ye Zhen looked at Jiang Jingting, and she frowned: "Jing Ting, why don't you wear a coat, go in quickly."

She pushed Jiang Jingting into the room, and was about to close the door, but Jiang Jingting suddenly stretched out his hand against the door, and the door was closed with a "bang".

Ye Zhen's eyes darkened, and she was covered by the man's figure. Before she could react, her chin was lifted by his cool fingertips.

Jiang Jingting stared straight at her with hawk-like eyes, brushed his thumb across her cold cheek, and asked her in a deep voice, "Why are you crying?"

"Did Shen Yan tell you something?"