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Chapter 135 Nanga Perspective

Nanga did not leave.

Out of due professionalism, stay in the small building to improve after-sales.

Downstairs is messy and not a place for conversation.

They went to the master bedroom on the second floor to negotiate and change to a slightly more breathable room.

It's not about finding fault, Ji Cen'an didn't do that.

On the contrary, Ms. Ji Er was recommending business, asking about Nanjia's wishes and schedule.

A friend in the circle took a fancy to the works of Nanjia Studio and liked the design style of Nanjia very much, so I asked him to help introduce it.

They want to invite Nanjia and his team to come to do tailor-made design and go to another city.

Nanjia listened and scanned the room calmly.

Compared with the chaos on the first floor, the master bedroom is clean and tidy.

On the round table by the window, a computer was placed there, the screen was lit, and it was full of dense codes.

A corner of the bed was lifted, and half of it was in a mess. Only one of the two pillows was placed askew, and there was only a pair of shoes at the foot of the bed.

The limited edition brand is the pair that Ji Cen'an wore in the academic hall last time.

……

There was only one person in this room last night.

Not paying much attention to the minutiae of the conversation, Nanga lowered his eyes and looked at the computer that was still running.

After finishing speaking, Ji Cen'an walked to the window, turned the computer screen to the outside with one hand, and asked, "Can I go?"

Nanjia narrowed his gaze: "When?"

"Until next month."

"can."

The depression around him was lingering, Ji Cen'an was disorganized and listless.

Staying up late is too hard, I've been fooling around all night, and now my head is dizzy and I don't have much energy.

Nanjia followed the rules and stood aside to write down the corresponding information.

He didn't say a word about the men and women downstairs and the chaos, and didn't cross the line that lay in the middle.

The room was quiet and there were no other noises.

It was stuffy and uncomfortable.

Nanjia turned away her eyes, hid her emotions, and said softly: "If Miss Ji has nothing else to do, then we won't bother you."

As if he didn't hear this sentence, Ji Cen'an turned a deaf ear to it, and said lightly: "The party in a few days has been settled, and then I will trouble you, Boss Nan."

Nanjia thoughtful and polite: "It should."

"You still come."

"Ah."

Ji Cen'an is looking for trouble: "We have to start preparing that morning, Boss Nan, don't be late."

Nanjia was very patient: "No, don't worry."

……

After 10 minutes, when it came to a complete silence, Ji Cen'an was finally willing to let go.

Nanjia went down alone, barely maintaining the necessary decency.

Downstairs, a group of young people were still stumbling around in a pile. The gray-haired girl woke up and was chatting with the girl who poured water earlier.

Sensing movement at the stairs, the gray hair looked here absent-mindedly, and then looked away indifferently.

Still no one pays attention to Nanjia and the little assistant.

Turning a blind eye to go out, took the little assistant into the car, Nanjia pretended nothing had happened to return, and drove back to the studio.

The little episode is not enough to worry about, it doesn't matter.

There was no subsequent impact.

That night, the studio worked overtime overnight to prepare for the employer in advance.

Nanjia stayed here for another night, making do with it, and didn't return to the apartment until dawn.

The rest will be handed over to the staff, and I will not be responsible for the rest.

There's a new friend request on the phone, it's from there.

Not Ji Cen'an himself, but this stylist.

Soaking in the warm water of the bathtub, Nanga lay on his back, and slowly, his chest rose and fell heavily.

The bathtub was full, and with a slight movement, the water inside would overflow, trickle down, and wet the smooth floor.

After a long time, Nanjia picked up the phone and agreed to the application.

Do your part without any biased prejudices.

The party was held three days later on the top floor of a certain building in the city center where land was at a premium.

Still gathered at the small building by the lake, Nanjia took a few employees to go.

The house has been cleaned up and the upstairs and downstairs have been brand new.

The studio went there first to meet the stylist, and Ji Cen'an didn't see him in the first half of the day.

The rich family has a big ostentation, there are a total of more than [-] employees in the house, besides them, there are also professional makeup artists and the like.

It's all for Miss Ji Er, not counting the row of luxury cars and drivers at the door.

Ji Cen'an arrived in the afternoon with two friends.

Among them was Shao Yubai.

The first time they met, Shao Yubai was very friendly and made a special trip to greet Nanjia, and even bought food to reward everyone.

Compared with Ji Cen'an's other friends, there is a big difference, they are not in the same way at all.

Nanjia took a cup of iced coffee and thanked him softly.

Not treating himself as an outsider at all, Shao Yubai said that he invited him on behalf of Ji Cen'an, and he was able to hold the occasion and said: "This time everyone has worked hard, and I have been waiting here for a long time."

Holding the cold paper cup, Nanjia fell silent, and took a sip of the cold drink in silence for a while.

Ji Cen'an and Shao Yubai have an unusual relationship, anyone with a discerning eye can see that.

Growing up together, the best friends of childhood sweethearts, with deep feelings... In private, that's what the stylist said, and they know the two friends very well.

Shao Yubai was also going to attend the party, so he cleaned up together here by the way.

Mr. Shao was not particular and didn't have time to make careful preparations, so he asked Ji Cen'an directly for a dress.

It was Nanjia who helped change the skirt, and followed Ji Cen'an upstairs.

Shao Yubai also needed help, so he looked around and went to Nanjia.

But Ji Cen'an stopped him and asked the little assistant to go.

Shao Yubai was easy-going and agreed.

He listened to Ji Cen'an's arrangement and was not picky.

The little assistant was clever and stood up immediately.

He looked at Nanjia inadvertently, and then closed his eyes again.Shao Yubai didn't mind, and agreed readily: "Okay, Boss Nan will let you, and I won't compete with you."

Unable to hear anything wrong in the words, Ji Cen gave a hum.

Shao Yubai continued: "Hurry up, it's time to leave later."

Then he urged Nanjia a few words, to the effect that he was in a hurry and told him not to dawdle.

Nanjia followed behind and followed Ji Cen'an into the room.

There were a bunch of people outside the door, and after entering the door, there was not much communication between the two.

Ji Cen'an still stood with his back turned, naked.

Nanga stretched out his hand from behind, just like last time.

Still accidentally bumped into it a few times.

The shallow heat fell on the back of the opponent's neck, Nanjia touched it a little bit, and whispered: "Left hand, raise it up..."

Ji Cen'an obeyed, and took a half step back at the same time.

Didn't stand firm, did it unintentionally.

Feeling the warmth and softness in her arms, Nanga stopped, for a moment, and continued to do her own thing.

He didn't back away, just in that posture.

Not feeling it at all, reacting like wood.

The shirts Nanga wore were only separated by a thin layer of cloth.

Is there not much difference.

Ji Cen'an half-closed his eyes, tilted his head, and saw through Nanjia at once, and asked in a low voice, "You're in a bad mood?"

Nanjia was unmoved: "No."

Gripping her wrist, Ji Cen'an didn't let her move.

Nanjia struggled, but failed to escape.

The other party squeezed too hard, so hard that her forearm was red with a very shallow mark.

……

After changing the skirt, there is nothing to do in the studio, and Nanjia is not needed for the party, and the whole team is left here.

When it was time, Ji Cen'an and Shao Yubai were in the same car and were picked up by the driver.

Nanga and the rest of the team will go back later.

The little assistant drove the car, and Nanjia sat in the passenger seat.

Involuntarily touching the pinched arm, Nanjia was dazed, rubbing this place repeatedly.

The assistant suddenly raised her voice and called her.

Nanga turned her head sideways: "What?"

The little assistant asked: "Boss, it's so late, should we go back to the studio first, or should I take you to the North District directly?"

Suppressing the inexplicable impulse, Nanjia thought for two seconds and said, "Go to the studio."

Still deal with it coldly, as if it never happened.

Nanjia has always distinguished priorities and put work first.

But tonight was not so good, it was a little hard to bear.

The party on the other side was lively, and the party did not end after three rounds of drinking.

In the rented house in the North District, Nanjia was busy until the early morning to enter the door, and when she took off her clothes and stood under the shower, letting the water rush to her chest, Nanjia wiped her face with one hand, her red lips were slightly parted, her teeth were half-closed, and she was upset He closed his eyes dryly.

The hot water splashed onto her distinct collarbone, slid down along the smooth skin, flowed through the flat lower abdomen, and then a pair of slender legs, until it splashed to the ground.

The room was dark and the lights were off.

The bathroom door opened, and dim light leaked from the inside.

The next day was foggy.

Behind it is cloudy, dark clouds and gray.

It lasted until the next week, ten days in a blink of an eye.

Since that time, there has been no separate meeting in between.

Nanjia devoted herself to work again, contacting new buyers, designing works, and even went on a business trip to Beicheng in the middle.

We met again at the teacher's home, by chance.

Nanjia went there to visit his teacher, and by the way, sent special products bought in Beicheng to his door.Ji Cen'an was a guest at his teacher's house and was invited to go.

It was fate to get together, and the mentor also kept Nanjia, called his apprentice to have dinner together, and asked Nanjia to take Ji Cen'an for a ride later.

Nanjia promised to send Ji Cen'an even if he didn't go along the way.

We haven't seen each other for a while, and in the car, both sides talk less.

Ji Cen'an broke the deadlock first, leaned back against the seat, and asked casually, "How many days have you been out?"

Nanjia looked straight ahead at the section of road ahead: "Three or four days."

"It's been a long time."

"good."

It's a long way, nearly an hour.

The city is lonely in the middle of the night, the rich black is boundless, and the sky is heavy and heavy.

The wind in the street came and went, mixed with a churning tide.

Arrived outside the small building, the car parked on the side of the road.

The mentor gave Ji Cen'an many things, and put them all in the trunk.

I can't move it by myself, so I need Nanjia to get out of the car to help.

Nanga got off the car and sent the things inside.

It was at this time that the rain came, pattering on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Untimely, and with great momentum.

The outside was washed away in an instant, and all the roads when we came were blocked.

Driving in this weather is impossible, especially at night.

Nanga is trapped here.

Looking at the door, Ji Cen'an calmly opened the refrigerator and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Nanga frowned, habitually looking at the time.

It's 11:30, and it will soon be early morning.

Taking out a bottle of wine, Ji Cen'an said, "Let's go after the rain stops."

Nanga said, "I don't drink this."

Changing hands and switching to sparkling water, Ji Cen'an said, "Come and sit for a while."

As he spoke, he poured half a glass of water and put it on the bar, and pushed in her direction.

Nanjia still stepped forward, sat on this side of the bar, and picked up the cup.

"It shouldn't last long, maybe half an hour or so." Ji Cen'an said, and poured himself a glass.

Nanjia responded, paused, and said in a slightly distant tone, "Then disturb Miss Ji."

Intentionally distanced, not close.

Ji Cen'an didn't say anything, and put down the cup after a while.

After half an hour.

——Nanja didn't get away.

The rain did not stop that night and lasted for a long time.