aircannonsinc Chapter 263: Go to sleep, lean on my shoulder
Chapter 263: Go to sleep, lean on my shoulder
As soon as the curtain was closed, Jiang Nan couldn't hear their conversation.
Next to him, Tang Yan was on the phone with someone. It seemed that he was going to open a new hotel and was currently choosing an address, but the price quoted by the opposite party was a bit high.
The person in charge had been talking to Tang Yan for several days but was still reporting on the current progress.
The sun fell on the side of Tang Yan's face while he was reading a tablet and talking on his mobile phone. His brow bones were clearly convex and concave, and his expression was focused.
Jiang Nan didn't bother him and leaned against the car window, holding the hot cocoa and swallowing it.
Everyone in the car was doing their own thing, and he was the only one who was doing nothing.
The phone is almost empty, devoid of family and friends.
There is no career to keep busy.
In fact, when he was in college, he thought about starting his own business, such as setting up his own ancient weapons studio.
You don’t need to take a lot of orders, and you don’t need to have a good business.
He would draw drawings every day, watch the materials pour into the furnace with his own eyes, and create an extraordinary instrument through his hands. It was also a very meaningful and fulfilling life.
At that time, with the help of lawyer Gu, he went to school far away from the capital.
He thought that he would never interact with anyone from the Jiang family for the rest of his life and that he could control his own future.
When I was about to graduate and my symptoms gradually eased.
He also chatted with his tutor and said that after graduation, he would open a small studio in Yuncheng, his father's hometown.
But I just didn’t expect——
On the day of graduation, I heard from lawyer Gu that Zhao Cheng was looking for him and was eyeing the inheritance left by his father.
Lawyer Gu said: "Unless she can't find you, she will always use various means to force you to hand over your inheritance, including assassination, framing, intimidation, and falsely accusing you of mental illness..."
As long as something happens to Jiang Nan, whether it's death, going crazy, or breaking the law and going to jail.
As the biological mother, Zhao Cheng was able to reasonably misappropriate his property and received legal support.
[My suggestion is that you hide first. After all, your body still needs to rest for a while, so don’t be too stressed. 】
So he went abroad and faked his death, changed his name and hid in D city.
Then he joined the Essence Club to work...
To be precise, it was only a few months ago.
But the appearance of Zhao Cheng undoubtedly disrupted all his arrangements after graduation.
If Zhao Cheng hadn't pestered him, he would be in a very quiet city now, doing his favorite career.
Instead of continuing to hide in the office and live idle every day.
In other words, his current situation is like a cat hiding in a bridge.
Someone kept smoking at the entrance of the cave, so he was forced to show up!
But Jiang Nan didn't know whether he would live or die after taking the step out.
It was like he didn't know what to do to make Zhao Cheng completely draw a clear line with him.
Ask him no more for the island where the black diamonds were dug.
We will see Zhao Cheng within three months at the latest. Whether it is due to various assassinations as soon as he appears, or a new mental blow...
What should he do if he sees Zhao Cheng again?
The psychological shadow that has grown up since childhood is not easy to overcome.
Although he firmly believed that he would not let himself be bullied this time, he still felt anxious in his heart.
As the days passed, this feeling of anxiety only worsened.
A heavy stone was weighing on his heart, getting heavier and heavier, making it impossible for Jiang Nan to relax.
This has caused him to be distracted and absent-minded in recent days.
"...Jiang Nan?" Tang Yan hung up the phone and shouted twice.
But the people around him were biting on hot cocoa straws and just looking out the window and ignoring him.
He had no choice but to hold Jiang Nan's arm and shake it.
"——Huh?" Jiang Nan finally came back to his senses.
"What's wrong with you recently?" Tang Yan frowned slightly, picked up another cup of hot cocoa and asked the person next to him, "I always feel like you have something on your mind. What were you thinking about just now?"
"Really?" Jiang Nan shook his head and took two sips of his drink, "...I didn't think about anything. I just thought that I need to fix two places in the line drawing I drew recently. I'll do it later."
"It takes a lot of effort to design that thing. Don't be too anxious, just take your time."
Tang Yan felt a little distressed when he saw his lack of energy.
He raised his hand and touched Jiang Nan's cheek, rubbing the pale skin until it turned red and had some blood.
"And you're not the only designer, I'm already recruiting others."
"....I'm fine. Why don't you think that maybe I didn't sleep well last night?"
Jiang Nan licked the hot cocoa on her lips. The moistened lips looked particularly moist in the sun.
If I didn’t sleep well last night, it must be because Boss Tang is too energetic!
I grabbed his wrist and pulled out the radish for half a night. I didn't close my eyes until dawn. Everyone had received genetic improvement injections when they were young.
"Hey." These words made Tang Yan's eyes flash with guilt, maybe he was really tired.
Can't you help it? We sleep in the same bed every night...
Moreover, he will enter the plane the day after tomorrow, and he may not come back when.
If I don't work more while I can still hug the person in front of me, I won't be able to see him for half a month.
In fact, Jiang Nan had the same idea. He was the one who flirted with Tang Yan first last night.
After taking a shower, he sat on the sink and dried his hair. He put his wet feet on Tang Yan's abdomen and rubbed them, deliberately seducing him.
Later, Tang Yan got out of control and pestered him not to sleep...
I worked hard until dawn before going to bed.
Tang Yan pulled up the curtains of their seats, and then leaned forward to close the curtains on Jiang Nan's side. The light instantly dimmed.
He found eye masks and earplugs from the side and stuffed them all into Jiang Nan's arms.
"You can sleep on my shoulder."
"Okay." Jiang Nan's eyes were indeed sleepy and a little bitter.
Wearing an eye mask to adjust his posture, he hugged Tang Yan with one arm and put his cheek on his shoulder, with a smile on his lips.
Tang Yan lowered his eyes and stared at the man wearing the red panda eyepatch for two seconds.
Lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.
The faint bitter-sweet taste of cocoa filled the breaths of the two people, rolling from their lips to the tip of their tongues, teasing and entwining, the kiss was passionate and gentle.
It wasn't until Jiang Nan pressed her fingertips on his arm that he couldn't fall asleep again.
He withdrew without hesitation and held Jiang Nan's hand in his palm.
Let’s catch up on some sleep together.
The vehicle was driving smoothly on Seaview Avenue. It was expected to arrive at the office at five o'clock in the evening. It was only nine-thirty in the morning.
The curtains were closed on the seats of Cheng Ze, Song Xiaolou, and Tang Yan Jiang Nan, and there was no movement.
Here Lin Qian and Fu Xin were watching TV and eating bean paste rolls, and the sound was quite low.
Li Qing, who was opposite, was holding a tissue, with some confusion between his brows and eyes.
Because she wanted to continue working after breakfast, she remembered that the computer was still with Feng Lingyun.
Gotta come back.
But if you want to come back, you have to have a conversation. What should I say?
Li Qing, who was unfazed when faced with complicated data layers, now wanted to go back to his computer but had to make a mental draft first, alas.
She stared at the table for a while, then stood up.
The exquisitely tailored black dress reached her ankles. The skirt made a half-circle in the air and stopped. She looked at the person sitting behind her.
Light gray sofa lounge chair.
The man was wearing a brown-red leather jacket, with a handsome face and a dignified temperament.
One leg is bent, the ankle of the black leather Martin boots rests on the right knee, and he is playing whack-a-mole with a tablet in his hand.
It's a childish little game but he plays it very seriously.
The back of the hand with blue veins rested on the edge of the tablet, and the overly slender fingers flew across the screen, operating smoothly.