Your Most Faithful Companion

After Jiang Chun sent a long list of exaggerated words with exclamation marks, Ji Mingshu didn't even look at it.

She stared at the chat interface, without blinking her eyes, her thoughts seemed to be trapped in a cyclical cycle. After confirming the question, she confirmed the question again.

When Gu Kaiyang saw her looking at her phone in a daze, he stretched out his hand and shook her eyes, "What's the matter with you?"

Ji Mingshu raised his head, stared at her for three seconds, and suddenly blurted out: "Cen Sen was beaten to the hospital because someone else said bad things about me."

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

The porridge in Gu Kaiyang's mouth hadn't been swallowed, and he was choked by Ji Mingshu's words.

Seeing her reaction so magically, Ji Mingshu was also slightly sober.

Hmm...There must be some misunderstanding in this. It may be that the little fat man scolded him by the way. How could a person like Cen Sen who didn't even bother to move his mouth could start his hand at a disagreement, or for her It.

Although he was looking for supplementary explanations in his heart, Ji Mingshu was immersed in a kind of subtle pleasure for the whole morning.

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The ladies and ladies of the celebrity circle are the most well-informed, and the ability to see the wind makes the rudder the most comfortable.

A few days ago, apart from the normal invitation of the brand PR, no one in the circle invited Ji Mingshu to attend any large or small events.

But this morning, the "sisters" Hsi Han Wen Nuan and invitations to social events have never stopped.

[My dear, there will be a new product exhibition in my store tomorrow. I haven't seen you for a long time. Is there any time, can I let someone pick you up? 】

——This is a message from Fiona, the daughter of the chairman of Gander Group, which started with mining.

Fiona studied jewelry design abroad for two years, and returned to China to create a jewelry brand of the same name. However, the talent is limited, and the products designed are always full of classic epitome of big brands such as Tiffany Cartier VCA, and the price is still very high.

However, her rainbow fart is quite popular. Ji Mingshu sold her face, and also picked a few decent jewellery in her shop, but she never wore it. It was either handed over or dusted in the cabinet.

[Shu Shu, I will return to the Imperial Capital at the last stop of my concert. I reserved a VIP seat for you at the Sports Center this Saturday night. I must come when I have time. I miss you so much! 】

——This is a message from Echo, the youngest daughter of the music family, the Bai family.

The parents of the Bai family were rooted in Zheng Miaohong. When they were young, they were both state-level singers who performed at the state banquet. When they were old, the journey to politics was smooth.

The older brothers and sisters above Echo also walked along the broad road that their parents had walked before. When she was born, she somehow embossed the piano family design. The poor performance is due to the fact that someone at home paved the way and opened up the world of piano performance. Touring.

...

There are a lot of news of this kind, and Ji Mingshu didn't read it all and knew what it was.

After all, five of the ten ladies are independent fashion designers, and the other five are either doing jewelry design or playing music. They open painting exhibitions and are named as charity foundations. Those who are not proficient and passionate will both say that the main reason is that they are decent and nice. .

On weekdays, Ji Mingshu doesn’t like these goldfish brains who put art and design on their lips, but they are actually half-bucket of goldfish brains, but today he suddenly reflected on it with his cheeks: if they can’t do it anyway, they are also serious about business. It's better than not doing anything at all.

Without knowing what she thought of, she suddenly put down the phone, sat down in front of the computer and struck on the keyboard seriously.

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Mingshu was about to get up from the computer and go to the refrigerator to get a cup of yogurt. A door lock suddenly rang at the door.

When she looked up, it was actually Gu Kaiyang.

"You get off work so early today?"

Ji Mingshu was slightly surprised.

For fashion magazines like "Zero", working overtime is commonplace. She had never seen Gu Kaiyang off work at a normal time before.

Gu Kaiyang didn't answer the conversation, mysteriously, changed his shoes at the door and then "swish" next to her, and suddenly asked, "What are you doing."

"I just sorted out some of the design works I had done before," she looked up and down Gu Kaiyang, always feeling strange, "what's wrong with you?"

Gu Kaiyang looked at her, didn't hide it, and snickered, his hand behind his back suddenly took out a delicate blue velvet jewelry box and shook it.

Ji Mingshu had a meal.

Gu Kaiyang put the jewelry box on the table reverently, opened it solemnly, and then stood up, with his hands overlapped and placed on his lower abdomen, following the tone of Zhou Jiaheng, saying: "Miss Gu, President Cen recently got a pink diamond ring. , Is the fancy intense pink diamond that my wife liked last year. After re-cutting, the color level has been upgraded to FancyVividPink, and it has been modified to the size of the wife. Please pass it on."

Ji Mingshu looked at the delicate oval diamond ring with pink light on the table and couldn't recover.

After Gu Kaiyang learned Zhou Jiaheng's speech, he sat down beside Ji Mingshu excitedly, and said with a small mouth: "You don't know how nervous I was when I came back with this ring! Fortunately, your husband's assistant sent me a car and bodyguards. Cheng! Oh my God, I just checked it quietly in the car, and the ring sold for 32 million! It's still US dollars! Your husband is too sincere!"

Ji Mingshu: "..."

She stared at the ring, without removing her eyes for a while.

I don’t know what Gu Kaiyang went through during his last class. When he came back, his attitude changed a lot. In Ji Mingshu’s ears, he madly forced "Cen Sen is good, Cen Sen, Miao Cen Sen quack", and he almost helped to clean up. Packed and sent her back to the Mingshui Mansion and included two condoms.

In fact, when Ji Mingshu received Jiang Chunxian's time call this morning, he wavered unconvincingly for a second.

Staring at the pink diamond now, she shook unconvincingly for three seconds.

She took the ring out of the box and tried it out.

In the evening, there is only a shallow beam of light from the setting sun, and there is some faintness that will not rest, and the pink diamonds are dazzling, every cut surface is clear and shiny, and a small circle of broken diamonds inlaid next to it is slightly bent along with the phalanx The stretched arc reflects dazzling brilliance.

Oh oh so good!

This is the ring a princess should have!

Just like her beauty, it's so stunning and breathless! ! !

Ji Mingshu was drunk in the love of the ring, and Gu Kaiyang's thoughts of breaking his mouth were completely ignored by her as if she had passed a sieve. At the end, she heard the phrase "When will you go back", and the whole person seemed to drink a hangover soup. Suddenly sober.

——The ring means going back?

"Who said I want to go back?"

"Want to send me a broken ring?"

"Last time I dumped the divorce agreement, he took a bracelet and sent me away. Is there any sincerity in doing this every time?!"

Gu Kaiyang: "This ring is more than a little more valuable than that bracelet. I think it's quite sincere."

Ji Mingshu took off the ring and looked at it, and then he reasoned and concluded: "He should have done nothing bad last time, so he was so arrogant and just used a bracelet to perfuse me. Doesn't it mean that he is very guilty of giving such an expensive one? male!"

Gu Kaiyang: "......?"

Ghosts are logical, Ruisbai.

Ji Mingshu's shaken heart became firm again. She put away the ring and threw it into the small drawer without looking at it. She sat in front of the computer and straightened herself again, and continued to organize her works.

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Early the next morning, Junyi's headquarters will hold a January morning meeting for executives.

Cen Sen sits on his head in a white-lined suit and wears a pair of light gold-rimmed glasses.

When he finished the report, he said directly without raising his eyes: "Manager Lan, I'm very curious who promoted you to today's position. When reporting work, it should be possible to use such ambiguous words. What does Jun Yi want from you? Yes, you might as well go through the training procedure again with Guan Trainee and start over."

"As well as the entire corporate propaganda department, the plans that came out for two consecutive months are like old employees in the system eating plain rice with the establishment. Jun Yi is not a pension unit, and he can't move his mind to go to the personnel department to walk away. "

...

When he criticizes people, his voice is always cold and unkind. If you don't gouge yourself, you can still hear the beauty of language that is somewhat scattered and slow.

Everyone trembled and walked on thin ice throughout the meeting, and when it was over, everyone was relieved.

Cen Sen went back to the office without leaving a half step, Zhou Jiaheng stayed and helped him clean up his notebook materials.

Someone couldn't help asking Zhou Jiaheng: "Zhou Zhu, what happened to Cen in the past few days, it always feels weird."

Cen Sen is also cold and alienated on weekdays, but speaking and acting can still give people a gentle feeling. It is not as indifferent as it is today. He is so indifferent to almost mean. He also carried out such a delicate flower recognized by Jun Yi without mercy. Diss in public.

Zhou Jiaheng smiled and did not answer.

Others saw that he couldn't tell who was ugly, but they were not surprised, they just shook his head and sighed, packed his things and went back to work.

Although Zhou Jiaheng did not answer the question, there was still a bitterness in his heart that could not be said. After all, who could bear more invisible anger than his personal assistant.

As soon as he left the conference room, Zhou Jiaheng found an unmanned corner and called his staff.

"Did the news go out? Did Miss Jiang know about Jun Yi's divestment and the boss's beating?"

...

"It's gone? Then why isn't there any movement?"

...

"Did your wife go out today? Didn't the ring return?"

...

After talking on the phone, Zhou Jiaheng felt even more nervous, and couldn't understand why my aunt's grandmother was so difficult this time. For a time, his steps to the president's office became heavier and he felt as if he was going to a grave.

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In the week after that, Cen Sen successively gave Ji Mingshu four or five gifts.

Ji Mingshu received the photos correctly, but did not reply.

Zhou Jiaheng couldn't help but reminded Cen Sen that it was because of lack of sincerity. Your gift was very frequent, but you showed up... if you don't have any money, please call.

But Censen only glanced at him indifferently, never acting.

Zhou Jiaheng didn't know that in the quiet days and nights, Cen Sen would drive to Star Harbor by himself, and parked across the road quietly looking at the window that was sometimes dark and sometimes lit with warm yellow lights.

Every time he stopped there, he seemed to be able to think of something clearly. But at a deeper level, he subconsciously didn't want to admit it or expose it.

Obviously, at the beginning, he didn't feel that way about Ji Mingshu.

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This week, Ji Mingshu has carefully sorted out his past works, and compiled his academic qualifications and honors gained during school into a beautiful resume, and put it on the Internet to take up interior design work as an independent designer.

But as Gu Kaiyang said, her design direction overlaps with her social circle.

People in this social circle usually only find more famous designers to complete their works without the introduction of acquaintances.

She hung up for a week, but there was no one to ask.

In the middle of the night, Ji Mingshu squatted in front of the computer a little depressed.

The desire to spend money was in her bones all this week, and she resisted it all. But the balance is still visibly decreasing day by day.

"It's so hard to make money", "It's really hard to be an ordinary person", "I don't want to work hard, I'm just a beautiful little canary baby", "Wu Wu Xiaoxiang's new bag looks good", "Cen Sen, this dog man called me and I will forgive him" and other thoughts took turns in her mind to attack the tough spots, making her very tired.

Gu Kaiyang was tired from going to work and fell asleep when he came back. Ji Mingshu sat in front of the computer for a while, then suddenly got up, grabbed the key card and mobile phone and fumbled out the door.

Ji Mingshu hadn't set foot in a convenience store much before, but recently he is very familiar with it, and the cashiers who are familiar with each other can show smiles to each other.

She bought a small cup of veggie oden at the convenience store, and also bought a salted egg cream, and then sat on a stone bench by the roadside while blowing the night breeze and eating her own food.

The street lights intermittently fell from the treetops to a warm yellow halo. After eating the last spinach, she peeled off the ice cream, biting each bite, and suddenly missed Cen Sen.

It was only ten years ago, but it seemed to be longer than two years after he went to Australia.

I don't know why I think of him. He is always so cold. He only made small ribs to coax her when he wanted to go to bed. He also disliked her design and asked her to kneel down to the Potala Palace three times.

But I couldn't help but remember.

Half of the ice cream was eaten, Ji Mingshu felt a little cold, but the remaining half of the ice cream was a little wasteful. She got up and planned to go home and continue eating, anyway without blowing it.

But at the moment she stood up, she seemed to sense something, and subconsciously looked across the road, her heart suddenly beating unexpectedly.

But before she could find anything, WeChat suddenly came in with a message from the Chinese designer ChrisChou who hadn't contacted for a long time.

ChrisChou: [Shu, is it convenient recently? 】

ChrisChou: [I am coming to the Imperial Capital to start the show. The Milan show you designed for me is the most aura and the most appropriate stage for my work in recent years. I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with you again. 】

ChrisChou: [This is the relevant information of this show, I look forward to an early reply. 】

Ji Mingshu refreshed and opened the attached message sent by ChrisChou.

She hadn't looked at the others carefully, her eyes were precisely locked on the big show venue, and her eyes suddenly became dark.

Are you serious?

Jun Yihua Zhang?