Shen Zhuowen asked this question in an unceremonious manner, and Jiang Zhimiao's face turned pale.

The silence in the air became more and more palpable.

The man looked at Jiang Zhimiao coldly with piercing eyes, as if he would not let her go without a reasonable explanation.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips into a thin line and said softly , " No, it was because he saved the elders of my family."

Jiang Zhimiao's life experience had been handed to Shen Zhuowen by Assistant Tang when she came to her door that day. Therefore, Shen Zhuowen also knew very well how many people in her family knew each other in an instant.

Shen Zhuowen tapped the table with his fingers, "Your adoptive mother?"

What he said was correct, Jiang Zhimiao did not refute, but when she looked at Shen Zhuowen, she saw clearly the ridicule in his eyes, but it was like falling into an ice cellar.

He felt that she and Aunt Yun deliberately set up a trap to blackmail Fu Shaoyu.

The fingers hanging by her side clenched tightly, her heart heaved, but the sound of slender high heels came from behind.

From far to near.

Jiang Zhimiao felt his shoulder was hit hard, and he fell to one side uncontrollably.

The bones crackled, and sharp pain penetrated the nerves.

However, the tenderness that caused all this seemed not to have seen it, and walked directly to Shen Zhuowen, threw herself into his arms, shrugged her shoulders, and cried until she was full of tears.

Shen Zhuowen turned his head and saw her with an indifferent expression , " Why are you here?"

Wen Wen said , " Do you know everything about today?"

Shen Zhuowen didn't answer. He looked at Jiang Zhimiao who was lying on the ground.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Wen Wen's eyes. She stretched out her hand and hooked Shen Zhuowen's chin, forcing him to look over with aggrieved eyes.

Shen Zhuowen withdrew his gaze and looked at her lightly, "If I didn't know, how long do you plan to stay on the hot search?"

Wen Wen pursed her lips and said nothing, but looked directly at Shen Zhuowen.

Normally, Shen Zhuowen would become soft-hearted.

Jiang Zhimiao did not intend to be a part of their PLAY, so he supported himself on the ground with his arms and barely stood up.

Then he limped away.

Today she was wearing a pointed white shirt and a beige long skirt. In order to match the clothes, she chose high heels as shoes. She looked calm and pure, but she didn't expect to be bumped into by such a gentle touch.

Plus the heels are very high.

As a result, I sprained my ankle.

When she left the office, she saw her colleagues looking at her with sympathy.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled with a curved lip, said nothing, silently took off her high heels, changed into flat shoes to relieve the pain.

I saw a bottle of ointment stretched out in front of me.

The male colleague said , " Here you go. Do you want to take a leave this afternoon?"

Jiang Zhimiao hesitated for a moment and answered, "Thank you."

She looked at the half-organized East Coast documents on her computer, shook her head slightly, and pointed at the computer, "The work is not finished yet, so I may have to work overtime. I'm afraid I won't be able to take leave today."

The male colleague said, "Then I'll accompany you. It's hard to buy food when you're like this. I'll help you get it when the time comes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhuo Wenwen walked out of it.

Shen Zhuowen's eyes fell inaudibly on Jiang Zhimiao, as if tenderly saying something to him, his eyes quickly moved back and left with the person.

Jiang Zhimiao's hand holding the ointment paused.

Seeing them leaving, he raised his head and whispered , " Okay, please."

The male colleague's eyes lit up. He looked at Jiang Zhimiao and said with uncontrollable excitement , " Then it's settled."

Jiang Zhimiao nodded slowly. It was not that she couldn't tell that her male colleague was interested in her. She agreed because she wanted to make it clear to them while working overtime.

By the afternoon, Jiang Zhimiao's ankle was indeed swollen.

The documents were all taken out by male colleagues from Shen Zhuowen's office for Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhimiao originally wanted to go by herself, but as soon as she was about to get up, she saw her male colleague taking out the documents for her. She could only politely thank her.

The time passed by seven or eight o'clock, and everyone in the office left cleanly.

Only Jiang Zhimiao and his male colleagues were left.

Jiang Zhimiao rubbed his sore eyes, closed the computer, then raised his eyes to look at the male colleague and said , " Let me treat you to dinner."

The male colleague nodded and said quickly , " I have something to tell you."

Jiang Zhimiao paused, "I also have something to tell you."

"What?"

Jiang Zhimiao didn't speak in a hurry, she used her strength to get up.

Silence spread, and the male colleague seemed to realize what Jiang Zhimiao was going to say. His expression became tense and his eyes stared straight at her.

Jiang Zhimiao said word by word , " I have a boyfriend, I'm sorry."

A look of embarrassment and gloom flashed across the face of the male colleague. He was about to say something else when he saw an additional figure in the corridor connecting the company door.

Shen Zhuowen was tall and handsome. He glanced over and said casually , " You haven't left yet?"

At this time, the male colleague was speechless. He glanced at Jiang Zhimiao, said that he was working overtime just now, and left directly.

Jiang Zhimiao's nerves relaxed and he sat back at his desk.

She couldn't move her feet very well, so she had to take a taxi first and then go downstairs.

At this moment, Shen Zhuowen had already obtained the documents and walked out of the office.

Jiang Zhimiao noticed him from the corner of her eyes, but thinking about the way she gently coaxed him at noon today, she felt that he would not come to her again tonight, so she didn't take it to heart, put on high heels, and continued to take a taxi.

Seven or eight o'clock is not the peak traffic jam period, but Shen's is in the city center, so there is a bit of traffic jam.

Suddenly a figure stopped in front of him.

Jiang Zhimiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, raised, and her eyes fell on Shen Zhuowen's face.

Shen Zhuowen looked at her ankle, "What's going on?"

Jiang Zhimiao turned his head sideways, his hair falling down the side of his face, covering half of his face, "It's okay."

Shen Zhuowen bent down and pressed lightly with his fingers.

When the pain came, Jiang Zhimiao was like a cat with exploded hair. He stepped back and retracted his feet.

The woman's toes were very beautiful, all white and pink, but the ankle above them was now purple, swollen, and looked miserable.

Her eye circles were red again, looking at Shen Zhuowen, her lips pursed tightly.

Shen Zhuowen took a step forward without hesitation, he lowered his head, his dark pupils were dull and indifferent, "Did you fall this morning?"

Jiang Zhimiao remained silent.

Shen Zhuowen glanced at her halfway, his body facing outward, as if he was about to leave.

Jiang Zhimiao said nothing, watching the shadow in front of him move away inch by inch.

The grievances she felt in the morning and the vulnerability caused by the pain all afternoon caused her emotions to burst out suddenly, and tears fell involuntarily.

"Still crying." Shen Zhuowen's tone was a bit casual.

Jiang Zhimiao suddenly raised his head, tears stuck in his eyes, looking funny.

Shen Zhuowen curled his lips very lightly and pointed at her ankle. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident, asking her to say a few nice words, and maybe he would consider sending her home.

Jiang Zhimiao had not been following Shen Zhuowen for a long time, but her eyes were too ambiguous at this time. When she understood something, her voice suddenly softened , " Mr. Shen."

The ending sound is lingering and affectionate.

Shen Zhuowen didn't speak, just looked at her.

Jiang Zhimiao bit the bullet and called "Mr. Shen" again.

At this time, the man seemed to be finally satisfied and squatted down in front of her.

Jiang Zhimiao subconsciously wanted to shrink.

His big, rough palm directly grasped her calf, slid down, held her ankle, and rubbed the skin.

It was hot and itchy.