Sita Senior Club.

Manager Hu was tied up and kicked in, followed by a "bang——" sound.

The door is closed and locked.

"You are kidnapping! What are you going to do!!"

Manager Hu roared in horror and saw the figure on the sofa in the dim light. The silhouette was tall and proud, and the pressure was silent.

Obviously, he is the master.

The man casually looked through the information randomly placed on the coffee table. After a few seconds, he threw the paper heavily in Manager Hu's face!

Manager Hu saw the words above, his eyes gradually changed from anger to fear, and the fat on his face was trembling slightly.

This is not only the dirty water he got from Ji Ning'an to deal with Ji's father, but also evidence of his corruption, which is his lifeblood.

"You, what do you want to do..." Manager Hu broke into a cold sweat. God knows how he felt being blindfolded and tied here.

"Do you want to die because you have an idea for her?"

It wasn't until Manager Hu was dragged out with a pale face that Shi Jingnian sat back on the sofa with no expression on his face.

Zheng Xingzhou walked in from outside.

Manager Hu wanted to pull off his trouser legs like a dog: "Mr. Zheng! Mr. Zheng! Please help me——"

"What a coincidence." Zheng Xingzhou regretted, with a conceited look on his face, "That person inside is the ancestor."

Manager Hu began to regret.

Why did he provoke Ji Ning'an in the first place?! So much so that he caused such a big trouble!

The door is closed.

"Do you smoke?" Zheng Xingzhou asked him, playing with the cigarette case.

Shi Jingnian didn't like to indulge, and a lesson was enough. He didn't need to rely on tobacco or alcohol to relieve stress: "No."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed hoarsely several times, and his face was extremely pale.

Zheng Xingzhou knew as soon as he looked at him: "What's wrong with her?"

Shi Jingnian had already picked up his coat and stood up. When he walked to the door, he said calmly: "She has a boyfriend."

"Fuck." Zheng Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, and his tone was harsh, "Then grab it and lock the bed -"

Before he finished speaking, he looked over with cold eyes: "Be respectful."

The words stopped abruptly.

"Okay, I made a mistake."

What kind of person is Shi Jingnian?

Carve the gift in your bones.

He will never be able to do this kind of thing in his life.

"If I had known this, what did you say no to when she liked you? Do you regret it?"

"Nothing to regret."

He didn't love her at first, so he couldn't accept her liking. Now that he has moved on, he should bear responsibility for what he did before.

The reason why people are human is because they have their own principles and bottom lines.

Otherwise, I would not have rejected Ji Ning'an without leaving any room, even if I have plunged into it now.

Zheng Xingzhou knew him very well: "Then what should you do, wait?"

Wait for the day when they break up, but they must not break up because of him.

Shi Wei learned about this from Ji Ning'an. She took her best friend's side and commented: "You deserve it."

"Come on." Zheng Xingzhou pinched her face and sneered disdainfully, "As long as it's a girl, you have to say that this girl is either playing hard to get or using your brother-in-law as a spare tire."

Shi Wei: "..."

She has the best relationship with Ji Ning'an, and of course she defends each other's grievances. As for who is right and who is wrong in this matter, does it matter?

Anyway, it was Shi Jingnian’s fault that Ji Ning’an was wronged!

When Shi Jingnian returned home, the sensor light in the corridor lit up with the sound, and a muffled cough could be heard faintly.

He saw the umbrella placed at the door of his house, quiet and lonely.

After a moment's pause, he raised his hand and pressed his temples, which were stinging with pain. With a look of tiredness on his face, he picked up the umbrella and unlocked it.

The balcony was empty, and there was no one on the opposite side. The lights were turned off, and it was pitch black, blending in with the night.

He stood in front of the balcony for a long time before returning to the room. He couldn't sleep for a long time. For some reason, he had a severe headache, as if a long needle had penetrated his bones.

The cell phone on the table rang, and he answered the call. The other party was a professor from the Fine Arts Department of Beijing University, who spoke to him politely.

"Professor Shi, the student you were following recently wrote a first draft of an art paper. I reviewed it and found it to be pretty good. I sent it to your email."

Shi Jingnian responded. He lost his voice when he first opened his mouth. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. He paused for a while before spitting out the syllables: "Okay."

"What's wrong with your voice?" The old gentleman was startled. "It's so mute. Are you sick?"

"Maybe I have a slight cold." Shi Jingnian said, "I'm sorry to trouble you about the paper."

"No trouble, no trouble..."

It's a shame to say that he is now over fifty, but he still hasn't reached half the level of achievement he achieved in his prime years. In the field of art, it's really impossible without talent. The other party is obviously the bright moon among talents.

He became famous at a young age and stood at the top of the world. He published countless international papers and became a template for art papers. Even many seniors were amazed.

However, the other party has a very cool temper, never cares about the outside world, and rarely interacts with others, but two and a half years ago, he asked them to pay more attention to Ji Ning'an, a freshman in the art department.

That was the first time they heard the name from Shi Jingnian.

His original words at that time were: "She is very talented."

The certainty and appreciation of these five short words are the kind of affirmation that many people cannot ask for.

Even after he resigned, he carefully entrusted them with the task. In the past three years, he personally revised all the papers this little girl published.

He marked out all the mistakes and attached the revised document for them to tell Ji Ning'an. He was so meticulous that even others felt flattered when they saw it. He was taking care of more competitions and Chinese paintings.

Good jade has been carved and becomes more stunning.

It happened to be borrowed from others. The old man didn't understand it and joked.

"Professor Shi, you are hiding your merit and fame. Why don't you tell this girl directly and communicate in person?"

"Not appropriate." Shi Jingnian said lowly.

During those two and six months, he wanted her to forget about him, concentrate on studying, and meet better people. Too much negotiation was not good for her, so he would naturally not appear in front of her.

Shi Jingnian doesn't think the thesis is a big deal. She does have talent, so it would be nice if she could help.

Now that she has grown up, she has naturally let go.

The old gentleman was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He could hear a variety of emotions from those words, and finally fell silent.

The phone was hung up.

The lights were on in the study, and the rain outside the window was still falling, blurring the night, making the figure sitting at the desk even more cold and silent.

Coughing sounded intermittently, covering up the sound of typing on the laptop keyboard.

Shi Jingnian drank a cup of warm tea and continued to look at the paper on the computer, annotating line by line, citing two examples, and darkening some of the content with color.

He kept polishing it until three or four o'clock in the morning. He set the timer for eight o'clock in the morning and sent the repaired version to the old man's mailbox.

He raised his hand to take off his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyelashes covered the red bloodshot eyes. He felt tired for no reason. His head was dizzy. He was so tired that he wanted to sleep. In fact, he couldn't sleep at all. He was completely conscious. This kind of

It feels amazing to stay awake even though you know something is wrong.

Shi Jingnian has always been self-disciplined and has a fixed schedule. This is rarely the case.

I broke the original rules several times in succession, all because of the same person.

It wasn't until daylight suddenly appeared that I fell down in front of the desk and fell asleep for a while.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening, when the rain had stopped, and my father was sitting on the sofa watching the evening news. My mother was cutting fruit in the kitchen, put out a plate by herself, and greeted Ji Ning'an.
Chapter completed!