White chess

  Nie Zhiyan lowered his head and said that Duan Jiayan would never know, she didn't want to think about this at all, but she covered it up extremely well.

  On the other side, Duan Jiayan and Nie Zhiyan had just left when Cheng Dong suddenly said seriously: "Yiheng, I've asked for you."

  Lu Yiheng's eyes deepened in color, and he couldn't see clearly, waiting for Cheng Dong to continue speaking.

  "I asked Jiayan, she had never heard the name Bai Yi from Nie Zhiyan's mouth, so I thought, is it that you yourself got something wrong?"

  Nie Zhen's words have many friends, but truly understanding ones are only one or two, Duan Jiayan is one of them. If she really has something, Duan Jiayan is the most likely to know.

  Lu Yiheng sneered and laughed, but his smile looked so weak under the bright lights.

  He said: "Cheng Dong, you don't understand her."

  Cheng Dong drove over, so Lu Yiheng didn't need to send them off either. He drove to send Nie Zhiyan back home and arrived at the entrance of the community, but saw an unexpected person appearing here.

  Luo Zhi

  It's already past 10 at night, and Luo Zhi appears here at this time... Lu Yiheng furrows his brow, but before he can say anything, Nie Ziyu has already unfastened his seatbelt and gotten out of the car.

  The high-rise elevator residences stood on both sides of the neighborhood, and the cold wind kept pouring onto this road. Nie Zhiyan couldn't help but shrink back a little, asking: "Luo Zhi, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

  Waiting for her, Luo Zhi was somewhat relieved, but when he saw the person who got off with her, he let out a low sigh. That person was actually Lu Yiheng.

  At this point, they came back together, and it goes without saying that Luo Zhi could think of the relationship between them was not simple.

  "It's a bit cold, put on your clothes," Lu Yiheng draped his own coat over Nie Zhiyan's shoulders, and the gentle movement revealed an inexplicable tenderness.

  Nie Zhiyan tilted his head and gave him a strange look.

  The cool night was like water, she gazed at him, her eyes moist and sparkling like a young deer's, Lu Yiheng forced himself to look away, not daring to glance again. If it were daytime, Nie Zhiyan would definitely not have missed the faint flush on Lu Yiheng's ears.

  He turned his head and greeted Luo Zhi with a distant and cold attitude, "Hello."

  "Hello, Mr. Lu," Luo Zhi replied with a polite greeting, handing over a document in his hand to Nie Zhiyan, and then said: "Zhiyan, this document is very important, you must translate it tonight, and it will be published tomorrow morning."

  Nie flipped through the file, which was a French document with a lot of professional terminology. She nodded, "I know, I'll rush it out as soon as possible."

  "Alright, translate it and send it to my email, I need it by 6 am tomorrow morning," Luo Zhi glanced at his wristwatch and smiled: "It's getting late, I'll take off now."

  "Be careful on the road." After sending Luo Zhi off, Nie Zhiyan was about to return the clothes to Lu Yiheng, but he refused.

  "Go put on something," he said, without waiting for Nie Zhi to refuse. He continued, "Mom knows you're back and is very happy, asking when you'll go home for dinner."

  "Huh?"

  He smiled with a lowered brow, "Nie Zhiyan, when you have time, I'll come pick you up."

  "Week, weekend." She muttered.

  "Alright," he said, his eyebrows and eyes relaxing, making him look even more handsome. He reached out to adjust her coat and whispered, "I'll pick you up at 9 o'clock this weekend morning, go on, don't stay up too late."