Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

"It seems that everyone is getting along pretty well, so we can rest assured." A gentle male voice sounded behind several people.

Then there was the sound of luggage pushing closer.

The closest Shen Qinghuan turned his head first.

A man and a woman walked towards him.

They looked like they were in their thirties. They both wore wooden-framed glasses, dressed succinctly, their faces were similar to their voices, and they looked very gentle and close.

It's like the warm breeze of spring.

Don't guess, these two people are the couple holding the patent as the little secretary said earlier.

Shen Qinghuan was a little nervous at first, but after seeing these two people, he let go of his heart a little, and looked at him that didn't seem like someone who would make things difficult for others.

This couple, the male is Motu Sang, and the female is Qiao Wu. The two have been lovers since high school, and then went to the same university, the same major, and went abroad for further studies together, and then did research together.

They are husbands and wives, and they are the best partners for cooperation.

The two sides first exchanged a few polite greetings.

Although the atmosphere between Jianfan and Lin's family became somewhat tense when the Motusan couple appeared, the overall situation was still peaceful.

But no matter how peaceful, it is impossible for a few people to sit at the same table and talk about trade secrets.

Therefore, after a few words of greeting, several people fell into a stalemate.

In the end, it was Motusan who broke the deadlock first.

"I know what you want to say, and my wife and I have read the terms you both have mentioned. However, we just came out of the research room and don't want to talk about work in the past few days."

"But there is something, I want to trouble you."

"You said." Lin Sen and Jianfan said almost at the same time.

Motu Sang did not grind.

"That's it. My wife has recently become interested in interior design and architecture. I heard that your two residences have unique styles. My wife and I would like to visit your two residences."

"It should be." Lin Sen replied first. Motu Sang would not say anything about it, and he would invite him to his house as a guest. However, when he mentioned this, Lin Sen was thinking about which residence under his name had the most. style.

Mortusang smiled.

"If you can say that, I'm relieved, but it's really bothersome."

Lin Sen: "Where is it, it would be an honor for us to provide some inspiration for Mrs. Mo."

Compared with the reticent simplicity and complexity, Lin Sen is clearly familiar with the shopping malls.

Shen Qinghuan on the side saw that Motu Sang might have to go to Lin Sen's house first. She was a little anxious. Whoever seized the opportunity at this time had more hope of victory. Jian Fan couldn't help but know the truth.

Although Shen Qinghuan has never actually entered Jianfan’s residence, she also knows that it is definitely a unique style that is unforgettable. If Mrs. Mo goes to Jianfan’s house first, she may be able to please Mrs. Mo and let Jianfan take this patent.

Shen Qinghuan pursed her lips, just about to open her mouth to fight for Jian Fan.

Unexpectedly, Jian Fan suddenly raised his hand and covered it with Shen Qinghuan's hand holding his arm.

The big hand was a little cold, but it was also the man's skin. Shen Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and his heart jumped inexplicably.

But he quickly realized that this scene, this time, this man, it is impossible for this man to have any other thoughts.

Sure enough, although Jian Fan covered the back of Shen Qinghuan's hand, he only patted twice.

Others don't understand this movement, but Shen Qinghuan does.

Jian Fan told her to stand still and say nothing.

Jian Fan made this movement very natural, and others just assumed that the two had a passionate relationship.

The Lin Sen couple just glanced at it, but the Motu Sang couple seemed to inadvertently, staying on Jian Fan’s hands covering Shen Qinghuan for an extra second or two.

In the end, the Mortusangs decided to go to Lin's house first.

Seeing Motusang and his wife getting into Lin's car, Shen Qinghuan's anxiety was obvious, but it was blocked by the simplicity and complexity.

Therefore, she never showed it, until the car drove away and several people returned to Jian Fan's car, Shen Qinghuan couldn't help but ask.

Her cold brows frowned.

"Abbot Jane, why didn't you fight for it just now?"

The little secretary also turned his head and looked at Jian Fan blankly, the doubts in his eyes were exactly the same as Shen Qinghuan.

There was no light in the back seat, the light was a little dim, and the outline of a simple and thin outline was slightly outlined. He was leaning against the window, and the flowing street scene outside the window traced back on his lens.

After a meeting.

Jian Fan spoke, and said in a deep voice.

"Something is weird."

"Watch the changes."

Maybe it was Jianfan's calmness that infected the other two people, maybe it was Jianfan's inexplicable convincing ability.

Shen Qinghuan and the little secretary listened to Jian Fan's words and began to watch the changes.

…

The Mortusangs will go to Lin's house the next day.

On the same day, Shen Qinghuan rushed to Jianfan's current residence after finishing the announcement.

This time, Jian Fan finally let her in.

When Shen Qinghuan stepped in, he felt a sense of accomplishment inexplicably.

Shen Qinghuan murmured a little bit when he remembered that he was ill and prevented her from entering.

"Why didn't you let me in before?"

Jian Fan, who opened the door to Shen Qinghuan, was picking up shoes from the shoe cabinet, and when he heard Shen Qinghuan's words, he took the shoe with his hand.

"I will not do it again."

"At that time, my brain was squirming."

Shen Qinghuan was stunned, somewhat surprised Jian Fan said something completely unlike him.

She just wanted to ask something when the little secretary suddenly emerged from behind the hallway and said in a hurry.

"Sister Qing Huan, Sister Qing Huan, things are really weird."

Shen Qinghuan was taken away immediately, without entanglement with Jian Fan's previous sentence, after changing his shoes, he took a few more steps in the direction of the little secretary.

Asked hurriedly.

"Did you find something?"

No wonder Shen Qinghuan skipped Jian Fan and asked the little secretary.

It is mainly simple and concise, and Shen Qinghuan is too embarrassed to ask if he doesn't understand it, but the little secretary will be careful to make it clear to Shen Qinghuan.

Therefore, Shen Qinghuan directly asked the little secretary.

However, Jian Fan behind her saw that Shen Qinghuan was chatting with the little secretary, instead of talking to him, her cold expression seemed to have slightly changed.

He walked a few steps next to the two, and said blankly.

"I know what Yuan Meng knows."

Shen Qinghuan didn't even turn her head: "Uhhh, Yuan Meng, go on."

Yuan Meng was even more engrossed: "This is how things are... Barabara..."

Simplified and Traditional Ignored:...

When Yuan Meng finished his last sentence dryly, a glass of water appeared next to him.

Jian Fan handed it up.

Yuan Meng's pupils widened suddenly, and the expression in his eyes when he looked at his BOSS was clearly moved.

"BOSS, I didn't expect you to treat me..."

But before Yuan Meng finished speaking, he saw the water cup in his boss's hand turned around and handed it directly in front of Shen Qinghuan.

The touched expression on Yuan Meng's face freezes.

Shen Qinghuan was immersed in what Yuan Meng had just said, with a slightly solemn expression, and took the water glass from Jian Fan's hand without paying attention.

Murmured.

"It turns out that the drunkard doesn't mean wine."