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There is a saying: Nothing more sorrow than death in the heart.

Tang Jiyang always thought that if his heart was dead, he would not care about anything.

It was not until this moment that he realized that he could not do it at all.

I can't stop thinking about her and miss her, and I can't marry another woman.

Perhaps, what my mother said was right, such a marriage is just a harm to others and oneself.

"Zi Xin, such a marriage is not fair to you, forget it." He said to her.

"Why forget it? You promised to marry me!" Fang Zixin was extremely excited. What she wanted was clearly right in front of her, and she was clearly within her ability.

And after a kick, he regretted it. How could she allow it!

"Jiyang, you don't want to marry me, is it because my mother has put forward the conditions? Listen to my explanation, she is not a vain person, she is just worried about her daughter. I don't want a house or money, I just want to be with you, I just want to be your wife..."

"Zi Xin, I have already transferred the lawyer to your name for that house." Tang Jiyang interrupted her calmly.

"Then what do you mean now? Do you want to use a house to kill me!"

Facing Fang Zixin's hysteria, Tang Jiyang's expression was calm, and his ink-colored eyes were bottomless. "What do you want can be raised."

Fang Zixin suddenly grabbed his hand and begged, "I don't want anything, I just want to be with you. Jiyang, can we not break up? If you don't want to get married, it doesn't matter if you don't get married, it's okay if we do this, I don't want to leave you..."

Tang Jiyang calmly pushed her away and grabbed her hand, "I will feel even more bastard if I don't fall in love with you for the purpose of getting married."

Fang Zixin cried a little embarrassedly, and her makeup was exhausted, "I don't agree to break up, don't even think about it."

"Zi Xin, we are not married." Tang Jiyang's calm and low tone, with a hint of helplessness.

Only when a couple divorces, both parties need to agree. If a man and a woman break up, it is enough as long as one party has the will.

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After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Tang Jiyang went back to the company to have a meeting.

In multimedia conferences, the blackout blinds block all the light, and the entire conference room was dark, and only the light on the projection screen kept flashing and changing.

Tang Jiyang's tall figure was hiding in the darkness, and occasionally light fell on his handsome face with three-dimensional facial features, calm and deep, making people unable to guess.

Mingcheng sat beside him and looked at him thoughtfully.

The icons and numbers on the screen are constantly changing, and analysts from the marketing department are conducting a detailed feasibility analysis of the case.

Mingcheng's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he was distracted so much that he didn't even hear the analyst asking him for his opinion.

Tang Jiyang half-clenched his fist and knocked on the table in front of him before Mingcheng came to his senses.

"Ah? What did you just say?" Mingcheng asked.

The analyst on the stage was confused by him. He had just said it for nearly an hour, but he didn't know which sentence was specifically asked by Assistant Ming.

Tang Jiyang glanced at Mingcheng with a sharp eyebrows, and then said, "It seems that this case is not enough to attract everyone. The details still need to be adjusted. Moreover, the budget exceeds 5%, let the Finance Department follow up... and the meeting."

After saying that the meeting ended, he stood up from his seat, picked up the folder in front of him, and strode out of the conference room.

The meeting lasted for three hours, and Mingcheng held it for three hours, almost not crazy.

"It's all gone." After Mingcheng said that, he quickly walked out of the conference room, caught up with Tang Jiyang, and followed him into the president's office.

The heavy tan wooden doors of the president's office were closed, and Mingcheng couldn't wait to ask, "Do I congratulate you on your happy wedding?"

"No need." Tang Jiyang threw the folder on the senior desk and turned on the laptop on the desk.

"You didn't get a marriage certificate with Fang Zixin?"

"No." Tang Jiyang sat down in the boss's chair behind the large table, with my mouse on one hand and lit a cigarette on the other.

Mingcheng stood opposite him, looking relieved.

"I promise, this is the wisest decision you can make. Fang Zixin, I asked someone to check her. After her parents divorced, her mother seemed to have some mental problems and was always seeing a psychiatrist. She also has an uncle, a typical philanthropy, and she is often complained about cutting corners when doing home improvement projects, and there are also..."

"Also, your quarterly report is wrong again, and you have the energy to put it on your work." Tang Jiyang interrupted him coldly, opened the drawer under the large table, took out a document from it, and threw it to him.

Mingcheng picked up the file and quickly looked through it. Tang Jiyang had already marked the error with a carbon pen and made corrections. The upright font is smooth and unpredictable.

Mingcheng reached out and touched his nose, then turned around and left embarrassedly.

Tang Jiyang's itinerary was always full. He inspected the branch in the afternoon and had various social engagements in the evening, so he was so busy that he was too busy.

The luxurious private room is decorated in a magnificent manner. Men and women, drinking and smiling, and saying things that are not right.

Such social engagements are very different from the simplicity and sincerity between people in the army, which makes Tang Jiyang very uncomfortable.

Mingcheng always said that when you get used to it, you will adapt.

But three years have passed, and those who cannot get used to it are still not used to it.

Tang Jiyang lived alone in a corner. Under the changing lights, the smoky gray suit almost blended with the dimness around him.

At this time, a woman with gorgeous makeup came over and was wearing a sexy low-cut skirt. She sat down next to Tang Jiyang, holding a goblet in her hand, and said with a charming smile: "Mr. Tang, I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to have a glass of wine."

Tang Jiyang ignored the woman's words and still sat there silently, his posture did not change.

The woman hit a nail, and the smile on her face was a little stiff, but she still stuck it to her. As soon as her body wiped through a corner of his clothes, Tang Jiyang suddenly stood up from the position. The woman caught off guard and hit her head on the back of the sofa, making a particularly embarrassing moment.

Tang Jiyang glanced at her coldly with deep eyes, then took off the suit she touched and threw it in the corner. His beautiful eyebrows were frowned deeply, and a bit of disgust appeared in his expression, as disgusting as if she was a fly.

The woman sat upright, her face turned blue and white, and it was extremely difficult to see.

"Beautiful lady Fan, I have reminded you that our young master Tang is famous for being a woman. You just don't listen, you're going to be a stubborn person." A slightly fat man came over and smiled and smoothed out the situation.

Fat Man is a big customer under the branch. Tang Jiyang is not familiar with him, but in such an occasion, he will inevitably sell him a little bit of thinness and it did not happen.

"I'll go out to smoke a cigarette, you guys play," he said, picking up the cigarette box and lighter on the table, pushing open the door of the private room, and walking out with long legs.

He stood alone in the corridor window smoking. The window was wide open, and the white smoke was scattered by the cold irony pouring in.

In the corner, there was a vague noise of disputes, which was not loud, but Tang Jiyang had good ears and still heard a familiar name from the noise - Xiaozhou.
Chapter completed!