In view of the conversation in the office, Jiang Zhimiao got off work late today.

Rubbing her stiff neck, she looked up towards the office.

The people in the office have left.

After a pause, Jiang Zhimiao turned his head and turned on his phone. There was no message on the clean screen.

"Zhizhi, let's have dinner together?" Song Rou, who was working overtime, said smoothly.

Jiang Zhimiao thought about it and said, "Okay."

Song Rou helped her a lot at work, so she should treat her to a meal.

With this in mind, Jiang Zhimiao asked Song Rou to decide where to dine at tonight.

Song Rou chose a roasted bird shop.

Jiang Zhimiao made an appointment an hour in advance, and after finishing the work at hand with Song Rou, the two took a taxi there.

The Yakitori restaurant is very small, just a small store.

The entrance is decorated in Japanese style, and the interior of the store is decorated in the style of the 1980s. The music flowing from the speakers is very comfortable to listen to.

Jiang Zhimiao ordered a set meal for four people, which was freshly grilled by the owner.

Before Jiang Zhimiao entered the door, she looked at the familiar club not far away. After a few seconds, she looked at Song Rou who was sitting down and walked in.

After they sat down, two more people came.

Jiang Zhimiao took a quick glance and judging from their attire, they seemed to be a couple who had just got off work together. They both ordered some soju.

Song Rou also saw it and whispered , " Come over here, they will probably have a fight soon."

Jiang Zhimiao was startled, "How did you find out?"

"Looking at the woman's expression, she must have suffered a lot of grievances." Song Rou said with a complicated expression , " I saw my former self."

Jiang Zhimiao subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Song Rou.

Song Rou smiled soothingly, "Who hasn't met two scumbags when they were young?"

Jiang Zhimiao felt the same way, "You're right."

"Of course, what I said is a famous saying." Song Rou winked at Jiang Zhimiao, then placed the roasted bird on her plate, "Eat it first, it tastes better when eaten hot."

Jiang Zhimiao heard this and slowly started eating.

It took more than an hour to eat and chat.

Jiang Zhimiao and her friends redeemed their coupons and could leave directly after eating, so after packing up a little, she prepared to go out with Song Rou.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke out behind me.

Jiang Zhimiao looked back and saw the girl covering her face and crying bitterly.

"If you don't like me, you should have told me earlier. Why are you playing the cold violence? Whose boyfriend doesn't reply to messages or meet up all day long? If I don't block you after get off work today, are you going to keep doing this?"

"I told you I'm very tired at work, can you please understand me?" the man said in a low voice.

The girl retorted , " We are in the same position. You are tired, but am I not tired too? I am still talking to you nicely."

The impatience in the boy's eyes almost overflowed, "So? What do you want to say?"

He added , " I am like this anyway. I don't want to reply to messages. If you want to break up, that's fine."

The girl seemed stunned, and after a few seconds, she wiped away her tears.

"Okay then, let's break up."

The boy's face finally turned ugly, "Why are you always so emotional? I was acting on impulse and you followed suit."

"No, I've thought it through."

The girl's eyes were still red. She deleted his chat interface in front of the boy and said calmly , " Since you are so reluctant, there is no need for us to continue this relationship. Don't force it."

Having said that, she turned around and left with her bag without waiting for the boy to answer.

Jiang Zhimiao and Song Rou were standing on the side of the road waiting for a bus.

There are few people on this road and it is difficult to get a taxi.

They waited for more than ten minutes, but no one took the order, so they heard the whole process.

The girl opened the door and saw them. Although her eyes were still red, the expression on her face was relieved. She nodded slightly at them and left quickly.

It is better to end a painful and struggling relationship as soon as possible to get relief.

Nowadays, most people are unwilling to let go, not because they truly love each other, but because the sunk costs are too high and they are unwilling to let go.

But when it comes to feelings, it’s hard to explain or understand them clearly.

Jiang Zhimiao's long eyelashes drooped slightly and her fingers clenched unconsciously.

When she looked up again, she saw Song Rou standing beside her, looking embarrassed, "Zhizhi, why don't we walk for a while and then take a taxi. There are many cars ahead, so it's easier to get a taxi."

Jiang Zhimiao is actually slightly taller than Song Rou, so Song Rou can't stop her.

When I glanced over, I could just see a familiar figure entering the club.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed his lips and said , " I saw it."

Song Rou , " Zhizhi ... "

"It's okay." Jiang Zhimiao's voice was soft , " I know, I was prepared from the beginning, and you can see that Jiang Renqi can only beg Shen Zhuowen, how can I be an exception."

The more Song Rou listened, the more bitter she felt. She seemed to have thought of something and grabbed Jiang Zhimiao's hand.

"No, let's go and ask clearly. If Mr. Shen is really ruthless to you, we won't like him anymore."

Jiang Zhimiao never felt that Shen Zhuowen liked her. All he had was a fresh feeling for her, so she said , " Actually, Shen Zhuowen doesn't like me at all, so there's no need to ask."

Song Rou blurted out her denial, "How is it possible? If he didn't like you, how could he rack his brains to arrange for you to go on a business trip with him?"

Jiang Zhimiao's eyebrows twitched, "Xiaorou, are you drunk?"

"I didn't." After saying this, Song Rou bit her lower lip and simply confessed , " Actually, the last business trip was arranged by Mr. Shen. He specifically asked Tang Fan to inform me and let me pretend to fall on the day of the business trip. , I didn’t mean to lie to you Zhizhi, I just thought Mr. Shen might really like you.”

Jiang Zhimiao remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Song Rou didn't stop doing anything and pulled Jiang Zhimiao into the club.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't notice for a moment, but was really pulled by Song Rou, and staggered into the club.

Song Rou obviously had her own process, and Jiang Zhimiao quickly found out about Shen Zhuowen's box without the need for Jiang Zhimiao to say it himself.

All the way up to the second floor.

Jiang Zhimiao also wanted to persuade Song Rou.

Song Rou held her hand and said in a low voice , " Don't you want to know Mr. Shen's feelings for you?"

Jiang Zhimiao was speechless for a moment.

Song Rou continued , " And he is so hot and cold towards you, don't you want to ask clearly?"

Jiang Zhimiao was not the only one to see Shen Zhuowen's coldness in the office today.

Most people in the Secretariat saw it.

Jiang Zhimiao's throat was severely choked. Somehow, she walked to the box, raised her hand and knocked on the door of the box.

Song Rou encouraged her with her eyes.

However, it was not Shen Zhuowen who opened the door.

She was a half-dressed woman standing at the door, looking down at Jiang Zhimiao.

"who?"

Jiang Zhimiao bit the bullet and said , " I'm looking for Shen Zhuowen."

The woman turned slightly sideways, her red lips half smiling, "Mr. Shen, I'm looking for you."

As the words fell, Jiang Zhimiao also saw Shen Zhuowen's figure. The man was lazily leaning on the sofa, his shirt half unbuttoned. Under the flickering light, his eyes were tired and his voice was cold , " What are you doing?" Followed."

Jiang Zhimiao's heart skipped a beat.

The man stood up slowly, walked to the door, glanced at her, and then looked at Song Rou beside him, frowning slightly.

"You are following me." What he said was not a question, but a tone of affirmation.

The woman next to him came up, put her arm on Shen Zhuowen's shoulders, and said with a smile , " Who are these two?"

Shen Zhuowen said calmly , " Company employees."

Jiang Zhimiao knew that she shouldn't speak at this time and should leave, but she paused and asked the last bit of luck in her heart , " Does the lack of a fiancée you said at the beginning still count?"