Wen Ran was able to take a deep breath only when he put down his tools.

Then, a small brush was handed over from the side.

“Thank you.” Wen Ran nodded to Liang Zimo.

Wen Ran took the small brush and first used his fingertips to feel the softness and hardness of the bristles. After confirming that it was usable, he lowered his head to clean the powder on the wax model.

Seeing her cautious and experienced appearance, Liang Zimo asked directly, “Have you ever learned jade carving?”

“I’ve learned a little bit.”

“It’s more than just fur, right?”

Wen Ran paused holding the small brush, and explained, “I really only know a little bit. The other party is a very good “Yang style” jade carving master, but he didn't teach me because he didn't know I had the talent. Later, I studied it myself for a while, but didn't achieve much.”

She spoke calmly, smiled faintly, and told the story of her past when she was despised in a humorous way, generously and appropriately.

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to carefully brush the fine powder on the wax model.

Liang Zimo praised him generously, “I have seen many jade carvers who claim to be experienced, but they are not as good as you.”

Wen Ran curled his lips, “Thank you.”

Liang Zimo stopped talking. When she was almost done with her work, he took the initiative to turn over the jade carving that he had completed, and said, “Look at this.”

A cubic jade ball with a Chinese-style building in the middle.

Wen Ran's eyes widened. It is said that the Southern School of Jade Carving has delicate carving techniques and exquisite craftsmanship. It is true that seeing is believing.

Wen Ran, “Is this the Southern style of carving?”

“Right.”

“Although it's not finished yet, it already looks magnificent. You're amazing.” Wen Ran paused, “But the choice of jade seems... inappropriate.”

This jade is of medium to low quality and is not worthy of this level of carving.

“Because it's just for practice.” Liang Zimo said.

“Practice?” Wen Ran thought it was exaggerated. Such skills were just for practice.

But if you think about it from another perspective, Carlyle Company is not a simple company, it is a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Liang Zimo changed the subject, “Are you in the same department as Li Wan?”

“Right.”

“If you are interested in jade carving, you can come more often. My teacher doesn't come to the company normally, and I'm quite bored by myself.”

“Aren't you afraid that I might steal your skills?”

“Are you sure you can learn it secretly?”

Liang Zimo didn't mean to tease him, after all, this kind of handicraft cannot be learned just by using the eyes.

In addition to talent, guidance and hard work are also needed...

Wen Ran pursed his lips and shook his head, self-deprecating, “I know myself well.”

“If you're interested, I can teach you a thing or two.”

“real?”

Liang Zimo nodded and took Wen Ran to see a few more works.

Although she had a pleasant chat with Liang Zimo, Wen Ran still had things to do today and she didn't forget.

Wen Ran interrupted Liang Zimo, “Brother Liang, I have something else to do today. I will come to ask you for advice when I am free.”

Wen Ran held up the small wax model of the ring in his hand again, “And this, thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

Wen Ran walked out of the office and subconsciously took out his mobile phone to check the time. It was already half past two. Since it was not a special wax carving tool, it did take some time.

I don’t know whether Yan Wangshu has come.

The phone showed an unread WeChat message, and Wen Ran clicked it to check.

Ivy, [Ding Yao came to find you, and I told him you went to the bathroom.]

This message was sent about half an hour ago.

Wen Ran quickly went downstairs and rushed straight to Ding Yao's office. He knocked on the door several times but received no response.

A colleague passing by reminded him, “I'm in a meeting.”

Meeting?

Yan Wangshu is back? Are you having a meeting with Yan Wangshu?

Wen Ran thought about it and went to verify it.

Qin Xiao was not in the office, only the secretary was there. The secretary told Wen Ran that Yan Wangshu was having a meeting in the conference room. When Wen Ran asked about the specific time of the meeting, the secretary refused to say more.

Wen Ran glanced at the ring on his hand and returned to his workstation.

The tree in front of the horizontal window had its thinnest branches pruned. Birds came and flew away, one wave after another, flapping their wings and standing on the tree trunk. The branches no longer shook.

Ivy tapped Wen Ran with her electronic paintbrush, “Are you acting like a wife-waiting stone?”

What is the husband-waiting stone? She just kept an eye on whether Yan Wangshu had finished the meeting.

Wen Ran lowered his head and said perfunctorily, “Just take a look.”

“Just take a look? You've been looking at them intermittently for the whole afternoon!” Ivy pointed out, “Are those birds really that good-looking?”

Wen Ran remained silent.

Ivy finished teasing and packed up her things. “It's time to get off work. I'm leaving first. See you next week.”

Wen Ran made a 'bye' gesture.

After Ivy left, Wen Ran lay on his workstation, his eyes fixed on the birds pecking at each other.

Until dark, the birds all went home.

This meeting was really long.

It was not until after nine o'clock in the evening that Wen Ran heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground.

As soon as Ding Yao appeared, Wen Ran stood up to show his presence.

Ding Yao was shocked.

Wen Ran didn't expect Ding Yao to be frightened, so he apologized first, “Mona, did I scare you? Sorry.”

Ding Yao was still in shock and was surprised, “Why haven't you gone home yet? Are you working overtime again? Take care of yourself.”

“No.” Wen Ran threw out a little lead, “I'm waiting for President Yan.”

Ding Yao nodded in understanding, “He should be back to the office soon, you can go check it out.”

“May I?”

“Of course, our President Yan is very considerate of his subordinates.” Her tone carried an ambiguous meaning.

Wen Ran was instantly skeptical of this statement, but still stood up with the tablet and wax model, “Then I'll go take a look.”

Ding Yao waved and encouraged her, “Go quickly.”

Wen Ran stood in the corridor waiting.

The moonlight is not very bright tonight, as it is covered by thin clouds and only reveals a slight outline.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yan Wangshu and Qin Xiao came over.

Yan Wangshu was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with the shirt rolled up to his elbows. He looked neat and capable, completely different from the extravagant and luxurious appearance described in the news a few days ago.

He noticed Wen Ran's figure and glanced at her indifferently, with his brows knitted, looking a little tired and in a bad mood.

Wen Ran thought, maybe it was because of the time difference, maybe because of the long flight, or maybe because of the long meeting.

Yan Wangshu stopped and looked at the paper document in Qin Xiao's hand. He raised his hand and took out the pen from Qin Xiao's chest and unscrewed it. He drew a few strokes on the paper and said, “Think of ways to do these.”

Qin Xiao nodded, “I understand.”

Yan Wangshu signaled to Qin Xiao with his eyes, and Qin Xiao tactfully took the pen and went back to the office first.

Wen Ran nodded and greeted Qin Xiao who passed by.

Then he trotted a few steps and greeted with a smile, “President Yan.”

Yan Wangshu's eyes slowly slid from her smiling face to the tablet in her hand, “Waiting for me?”

Wen Ran nodded, “Yeah.”

Every time she nodded, she had a submissive temperament.

Yan Wangshu put his hands in his pockets, his eyes deep and sharp, “I've informed you in advance, I can give you half an hour.”

Advance notice?

Wen Ran realized it later, so meeting Ding Yao in the bathroom at noon was what Yan Wangshu called advance notice?

Wen Ran thought of Ivy’s WeChat again.

——Ivy, [Ding Yao came to find you, and I told him you went to the bathroom.]

So, it wasn’t Ding Yao who looked for her, but Yan Wangshu?

So, he is now emphasizing that she missed it?

Wen Ran licked her lips and said apologetically, “Sorry, I was in the bathroom at the time.”

Yan Wangshu sneered as if he had heard a joke, his chest vibrating slightly.

When Wen Ran was completely confused, Yan Wangshu bowed slightly and closed the distance between them. “You are not satisfied with the toilet on the first floor. Do you want to go to the third floor?”

His pupils were slightly narrowed, with a smile in them, but it didn't show in his eyes.

He really has a natural attitude of being a superior.

Aura is controlling and oppressive.

Wen Ran suddenly felt that the corridor was cramped and narrow. She was stunned for two seconds, slightly raised her head, and asked suspiciously, “How did you know I went to the third floor?”

“Shouldn't I know?” he asked back, his tone cold.

It was also at this time that Wen Ran discovered that Yan Wangshu had a vague aura.

Wen Ran adjusted quickly, showing a slightly flattering smile, looking at him with curved eyes, “It's due.”

You are the boss, so you should know everything.

Wen Ran saw that Yan Wangshu was indeed in a bad mood, so he quickly took out his tablet and unlocked it, “President Yan, I want to show you my design.”

Yan Wangshu bit his jaw slightly, turned around, and left only a broad back, “Let's talk about it next week.”

???

!!!

Wen Ran was stunned for two seconds, feeling helpless towards Yan Wangshu.

Who makes him the boss?

Wen Ran went back to the office to pack up and took a taxi home.

There was some traffic jam on the road, and the car was stopped in the traffic. Looking out from the car window, I could see a pile of dotted taillights.

Wen Ran suddenly felt a little bored, but he didn't know where this feeling came from. Anyway, he didn't feel very happy.

Later, she thought again that maybe she had made all the preparations and was ready to face the result, but to no avail and had to wait for two more days.

Urgent.

Thinking of this, Wen Ran felt that she was a little hasty, so she quickly adjusted her mindset.

Wen Ran got back to 'Lan Yufeng' around 11pm and suddenly remembered that he hadn't had dinner yet when he got off the bus.

She was afraid of missing Yan Wangshu, so she didn't leave her workstation.

Wen Ran had been eating takeout for many days in a row and suddenly began to miss the oden from the convenience store near the community.

She went to the convenience store, bought a few skewers of oden, sat down and ate them before going back.

After leaving the convenience store, there were not many people around because it was too late.

Wen Ran waited for the traffic light to cross the road, and just after taking a few steps, he heard the roar of a motorcycle engine.

She didn't care. After all, there are always some people who ignore traffic regulations and drive recklessly.

More than one motorcycle sped past.

Then he suddenly braked.

The man wearing a helmet sitting on the motorcycle turned his head and looked in the direction of Wen Ran.

Wen Ran immediately became alert and stopped.

Sure enough, the motorcycle turned a corner and came back.

Although Wen Ran didn't understand the situation, she reacted quickly and turned to walk towards the convenience store, which she was quite close to.

Her hunch was correct; the man on the motorcycle was coming for her.

The black motorcycle did a tailspin, blocking Wen Ran's way.

Wen Ran backed away, but was blocked by other motorcycles.

Seven or eight motorcycles surrounded Wen Ran.

The man on the black motorcycle raised his hand to take off his helmet and said in a rogue tone, “Beauty, do you still remember your brother?”

He had a dark square face and despite his buzz cut, Wen Ran still recognized him immediately.

It was the taxi driver who she complained about a few days ago and even went to the police station.

It seems his name is Song Jianzhang.

Last time, Wen Ran made some harsh remarks at the entrance of the police station and was alert for a while, but she didn’t see him again. She thought she had scared him off.

Wen Ran pinched his palm hard and stayed calm.

She looked at the convenience store in front of her and thought that he would not dare to be too presumptuous.

Wen Ran asked calmly, “What do you want to do?”

“Hey, did you see that?” Song Jianzhang put his helmet down and said shamelessly, “She remembers me.”

“Brother Song, is this the beautiful woman who complained about you?” One of them responded, glancing at Wen Ran.

Song Jianzhang smiled obscenely, “I told you, she's a beautiful woman, with fair and tender skin, she looks like a flower.”

This verbal teasing made Wen Ran feel sick. She said, “Of course I remember you. I told you that if you appear in front of me again, I don't care whether you did it intentionally or not, I will make you regret it.”

Song Jianzhang's obscene smile froze instantly.

According to common sense, the little girl would be frightened and panic-stricken when surrounded by such a group of people.

It's really rare for her to be so calm.

Song Jianzhang is actually a coward. He wants to have fun, but is afraid of getting into trouble.

Another man on a motorcycle took off his helmet. He looked no more than 20 years old, with naturally curly hair. He chewed gum and said , “Man, this girl has some personality.”

Song Jianzhang came back to his senses immediately. Damn it, he was not alone. There were so many people around. If the sky fell, there would be someone taller to hold it up. Besides, he couldn't lose face with so many brothers!

Song Jianzhang cracked his lips again and teased, “Tell me how you are going to make me regret it. Brother is listening.”

Without waiting for Wen Ran to speak, Song Jianzhang straightened his back and sneered, “Are you calling the police again?”

“...”

Song Jianzhang leaned forward on the motorcycle and spoke word by word, “Do you think calling the police will be helpful?”

The people around him whistled in a hooligan-like manner.