He Wen's flight was at ten o'clock in the evening. When he arrived at the airport and sat in the waiting area, he realized that he hadn't eaten dinner yet.

But the strange thing is that he doesn't feel hungry at all.

He took out his phone and played the same video over and over again.

That's the video of Jiang Weicheng during the finals.

Two and a half years later, she looks even more beautiful than before. Standing on the stage, she is confident and dazzling, even her hair is shining.

He paused her smile that happened to be facing the camera, locked the screen, and repeatedly touched her face with his fingers.

I miss her so much that I almost go crazy.

He never thought that one day, his emotions would surge to this point.

Since he was a child, he has been more sensible, intelligent and restrained than his peers. His father is a strict educator. For him, boys must have a stable temperament. The crazy appearance of running around and playing with a group of children is absolutely prohibited.

While other children played outside, he always read in the study room.

At first, he also expected to be able to play freely like them, even if it was only for a short time.

But He's father was a very serious person. He respected his father, and his mother had always been dignified and decent. Over time, he became like that.

Under such strict education, his grades have been among the best since he was a child, and his temperament is quiet and calm.

As time went by, he received countless compliments. Looking at his parents' happy faces, he slowly no longer had that kind of expectation.

For him, reading and studying are the most important, and being calm and calm is what a boy should look like.

His life has always been as quiet as water, and there are many girls who want to break this quietness and want to get closer to him.

But they all failed.

Jiang Weicheng is not the most beautiful one, nor the smartest one, nor the most confident one.

But she was the one who persisted the longest, and she was also the one who made him feel comfortable from the beginning to the end - her beautiful brown eyes were always clear and pure, and when she smiled, there would be a shallow and warm light inside, which made people feel happy.

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He looked at her face for more than four months, and even though it was one-sided pursuit, he didn't feel disgusted at all. Even when the first few weeks passed, he gradually began to look forward to seeing her every day.

Imagine when she would show up today, what would she say to him, and would she show a soft and calm smile again?

In his ordinary life, she was a special and beautiful light.

But at that time, he didn't understand that this feeling was love. It wasn't until that early summer evening that she asked him under the big tree by the school's small lake: "Can I kiss you?"

He, who had always been calm and collected, was stunned and speechless...

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He Wen was completely immersed in his own world. He didn't know that when he looked at the scenery, he also became someone else's scenery.

He had come directly from the company before. Under his dark brown pea coat, he wore a dark slim-fitting suit, a crisp tie, and bright leather shoes.

At the collar of his shirt with cuff pins, a section of his white wrist and a men's watch that looked very valuable were exposed.

On the side, one of the several young girls who had been observing him for a long time slowly stood up, and with others watching with smiles, she stepped forward to ask him if he was XX.

He Wen looked at the other person in confusion: "Sorry, I'm not the person you said."

The other person was talking about the name of a popular male idol star. Of course, she couldn't really mistake He Wen for the other person, but that didn't matter. It was just an excuse.

The girl smiled awkwardly, as if she had mistakenly recognized the person, but she did not leave. She looked into his eyes and continued: "You are really similar to him, both are equally handsome. Are you also an artist?"

He Wen frowned, not quite understanding why the other party still didn't leave after he said no.

But even if he frowned and looked cold, he didn't scare her away. The girl's warm and familiar attitude gradually made him unhappy.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

A female voice intervened between the two of them. Donna looked at the young girl and smiled, "Excuse me, have you finished asking? You are disturbing us."

The girl was finally invited away smoothly. Donna looked at He Wen and smiled at him: "Hello, we meet again!"

She knew from the look on He Wen's face that he had forgotten her. Although she went to Yaren to work as a part-time model a few months ago, He Wen was the general manager of the company after all and had never seen her before.

"do not you remember?

That day at LB, I spilled my wine and even gave you a glass of wine as compensation."

"Oh, it's you, thank you just now."

Donna looked at him and smiled: "You don't seem to be good at rejecting girls?"

He Wen smiled and said nothing more.

Donna's original intention was not to chat with him. Her flight to B City was a private matter. How could she have known that they would meet him by such a chance.

Based on what she saw and heard in Yaren, she felt that He Wen probably didn't know that Lu Keran had drugged him.

This man looks elegant, elegant, and good-looking, but why does he seem so careless?

Will there be any problems if a man with such a personality presides over a company as big as Yaren?

She had also heard a few rumors about the company. Donna really needed this modeling job and really didn't want anything to happen to the company.

Therefore, she did not plan to tell him about Lu Keran's incident for the time being.

She must keep such a good trump card. If anything happens in the future, she must find the right opportunity to seek the greatest benefit for herself!

After that, the two of them waited for the plane separately. After boarding the plane, one in business class and one in economy class, naturally they never met again.

It was already early in the morning when He Wen arrived in City B. No matter how anxious he was, he had to find a hotel to stay first.

The next day, he went directly to "Nice Shang" magazine and successfully met the editor-in-chief through a friend's relationship, asking him for information about the winners.

However, the other party's professional ethics were better than he imagined. Neither Jiang Weicheng's current phone number nor address was disclosed.

Even if he later showed the other party a photo of him and Jiang Weicheng, the other party remained unmoved. He was not even willing to reveal whether she was a domestic contestant or a contestant who flew back from abroad.

He Wen's connections are all in City S. The circle in City B is complicated and difficult. With his current network strength, he is not enough to get past the editor-in-chief of "Neon Shang" to find people in higher positions behind him.

He had anticipated this outcome before coming.

It's just that if he doesn't give it a try and make this trip himself, there's no way he can continue to do anything.

Therefore, his only chance next is to wait for the annual fashion show of "Neon Shang".

Jiang Weicheng won the third runner-up, and she will definitely appear on the show that day.

In March, the grass grows and the orioles fly.

Today is the day for Jiang Weicheng to pick up her car. She went to a car dealer to order a car, an Audi Q7, a comfortable SUV.

She will leave City H temporarily next month. Although she can come back during the holidays in two years, it will be very inconvenient without a car.

She paid a down payment of 200,000, and spent another 60,000 to 70,000 in miscellaneous expenses, and finally set the monthly repayment at around 10,000.

It was almost a little more than one-third of her monthly salary from now on, so it wasn't a lot of pressure.

While sitting in the car dealership waiting to pick up the car, she heard two young people watching a game interview video on a tablet computer. She couldn't tell what game it was from the sound, but their discussion while watching and shouting "cool" was clear.

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During this period, Jiang Weicheng raised his lips and smiled when he heard a familiar name.

Huo Xichen has rarely appeared in front of her in the past two months. After the previous few WeChat messages, although she didn't reply anything, he seemed to have unilaterally abided by the agreement.

He would take test results for her to see almost every week. In fact, his homework was not bad, and his scores were already good, but his progress was still obvious these days.

Anyone who has experienced the hell of senior year in high school knows that it is not difficult to raise your scores from low to high, but if you want to continue to raise your already good scores, you have to put in more effort.

Obviously, he works hard, very hard.

She didn't know beforehand that he was going to participate in the Xingyi International Youth Painting Competition this time.

Because the painting competition is the same as the design competition, there will be a relatively long period of time in the early stage for the submission of works, and the competition method is also similar. The submitted works will be scored by the judges, and the competition results will be announced directly at a fixed time point.

Compared with fashion design, the results of painting competitions are more unpredictable. Whether you can win an award or not depends solely on the preferences and appreciation of the current judges.

Probably for this reason, he didn't say anything until the result of the game came out.

However, she remembered that he came to her house in the afternoon one time last month.

It was a very cold day, the sun was bright, and the sky was as blue as the sea.

While drinking coffee in the glass conservatory, she read about the scope of responsibilities of the design director and information about the more successful and representative fashion design companies in the country.

She still didn't give him the new key to the courtyard door, so he knocked on the door three times politely and restrainedly.

She didn't recognize it was him at first. There was no peephole in the courtyard door and there were many residents around. She opened the door directly without fear of any bad guy.

The young man whom he hadn't seen for more than a month stood there, lowering his head and looking at her with calm and profound eyes. The ends of his narrow eyes naturally had a cold aura, probably because he had no expression. This coldness made him look even more...

A little sense of distance.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, and she gathered the thick blanket on her shoulders and said nothing. The two of them just looked at each other quietly for a moment, one inside the door and the other outside.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back and broke the silent air.

"Have you received all the messages I sent?"

His brows were still cold, but his voice betrayed his emotions. The little grievances and longings hidden behind the coldness could not escape.
To be continued...