They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The group drove from Xingyue Media to the construction site.

Fang Chongwen sat in the passenger seat.

He briefly explained the organizational structure of the Cultural Relics Bureau along the way.

Jiang Han leaned back in his seat and listened, occasionally asking a few questions.

Outside the car window.

The night sky over Jingzhou was sliced ​​into strips of light by the streetlights.

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the construction site entrance.

The lights on the tower crane were still on.

The white lights shone on the construction site fence.

Old Zhou was already waiting at the door.

Safety helmets were distributed to everyone.

"Chairman Jiang, this way please!"

He led Jiang Han through the fence opening, his flashlight beam sweeping back and forth across the bottom of the pit.

The few pieces of pottery with cloud and thunder patterns that were unearthed during the day have been marked and numbered.

They were neatly arranged on the plastic sheeting along the edge of the excavation square.

The excavation section revealed deeper layers of sediment, with distinct soil color stratification.

"The top layer is modern backfill soil, but I can't tell the age of the soil below."

"It needs to be reviewed by a professional."

Old Zhou stopped his flashlight beam on a section of dark red pottery jar fragment protruding from the depths.

"This area was cleared out this afternoon. Director Chen will bring people to conduct a formal inspection tomorrow."

Jiang Han squatted next to the excavation square and watched for a long time.

The flashlight beam remained fixed on that dark red fragment.

"Cover this area with a waterproof tarpaulin, and we'll deal with it when they arrive tomorrow."

"Ms. Fang, the public relations department will draft the statement tonight."

"Don't be too harsh in your tone; first, express your willingness to cooperate with the cultural relics department."

Construction of the film and television city is progressing smoothly overall.

If there are no unforeseen circumstances, it should be put into production and use within the year.

Jiang Han smiled and shook his head.

Is there really such a thing as everything going perfectly in this world?

Twists and turns are the norm in life.

……

After inspecting the site, Jiang Han gave the group a few more instructions.

It was 9:30 p.m.

Xia Guodong parked his car at the construction site entrance, waiting for his daughter to get in.

Xia Yutong turned around and looked at Jiang Han.

Her eyes were filled with the reluctance of a couple deeply in love.

She quickly glanced left and right.

Old Zhou was squatting next to the excavation square, packing up his toolbox, with his back to this side.

Fang Chongwen stood at the entrance of the construction site, holding his mobile phone and making a phone call.

the most important is.

Now I'm in my dad's blind spot.

Nobody noticed this corner.

Xia Yutong suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Jiang Han on the cheek.

The lips feel soft to the touch and come off quickly.

Then, she turned and ran towards the car door, her steps light and cheerful.

The canvas shoes made a soft, crunching sound as they stepped on the gravel at the construction site.

Before opening the car door.

Xia Yutong raised her hand and rubbed her lips.

I didn't have a puppy love relationship under my parents' nose when I was young.

Now I've experienced it firsthand.

Xia Guodong started the car, rolled down the window, and waved.

Jiang Han stood still.

The warmth of the kiss lingered on my cheek.

Shen Qingning came out of the inner office, holding a tablet computer in her hand.

"The PR department just sent me a draft statement. Take a look at the wording."

She paused, then said, "When Yutong kissed you just now, Lao Zhou saw it."

"I glanced at it and quickly looked away, afraid of discovering the leader's secret."

"It's alright! Old Zhou keeps his mouth shut, he's reliable."

Jiang Han took the tablet, glanced at it, and handed the draft statement back.

"Let Professor Fang add that Xingyue will fully cooperate with the cultural relics department while ensuring the quality of the project and construction safety."

"Let's go back."

……

When Jiang Han and Shen Qingning returned to the villa.

Only the small night light in the entryway was on inside the house.

Lin Yaoyao, wrapped in a blanket, sat up from the sofa.

My hair is all messy.

His eyes weren't fully open yet.

But his nose was already close to his collar, sniffing back and forth like a dog.

She wrinkled her nose.

"This scent isn't yours, nor does it resemble the one Qingning usually uses."

Then I leaned closer and sniffed it.

Confirm repeatedly.

It's very light.

A gardenia note with a hint of citrus in the base.

Lin Yaoyao opened her eyes and looked up at Jiang Han.

"Whose perfume is this?"

"Yaoyao, let me explain."

As soon as he said it, Jiang Han realized something was wrong.

What am I supposed to explain?

This is not the place where boxers roamed freely in my past life.

Lin Yaoyao is seen as a living Bodhisattva by many men.

Which man wouldn't want a virtuous wife who can tolerate having multiple wives and concubines?

"Yaoyao, from now on you and Yutong should get along well and be good sisters."

Lin Yaoyao tilted her head and blinked several times.

"Yutong and I have always had a good relationship!"

"When Shen Qingning was still causing trouble, Yutong took the initiative to come and keep an eye on her."

"My pajamas are still with Yutong."

She paused after she finished speaking, then suddenly turned her head and stared at Shen Qingning.

They noticed the other person was chuckling.

Re-examining Jiang Han's words, I suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"Could it be?"

"It smells like Yutong's perfume, doesn't it?"

"The one Qingning gave her! She got it when she was discharged from the hospital last time!"

Shen Qingning leaned against the shoe cabinet, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"It was a gift from me. It has a gardenia scent, which suits her perfectly."

Lin Yaoyao threw the blanket onto the sofa, and her whole demeanor perked up.

"Well, Shen Qingning! You knew all along!"

"You planned the itinerary, and you gave me the perfume."

"You took Yutong to Shanghai on a business trip, leaving her alone with Jiang Han for several days."

"They kept it from me the whole time."

Lin Yaoyao walked barefoot on the carpet and went around to Shen Qingning.

He looked up and glared at her.

"Are you my best friend?"

"You didn't tell me a single word about something this big."

"Last time you told me not to worry about the business trip, I thought the workload wouldn't be heavy."

"So you sent the person over along with them, didn't you!"

"Whose side are you on?"

"I'm on Yutong's side."

Shen Qingning tilted her head to look at her, her tone still very calm.

"You were pushed into this job by someone, weren't you?"

"Isn't my reasoning for pushing Yutong the same?"

Lin Yaoyao opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't find the words to refute it.

She turned to face Jiang Han and poked his chest with her finger.

"You're an accomplice too."

"I'm making you some nourishing soup at home, while you're sleeping over there, Xia Yutong."

"I've only been gone for a few days and you've already made such a fuss."

"Should I pack a whole box of stockings for you next time I go on a long business trip?"

Lin Yaoyao pulled her hand back and looked up at Jiang Han.

He suddenly sighed.

She lowered her shoulders.

"I'm not really angry, I just think it's too fast."

"Yu Tong, who used to fight alongside me to keep an eye on Shen Qingning, has now become just like me."

"Back when Qingning was still causing trouble, Yutong took the initiative to come and help."

"Looking back now, that was probably a tacit understanding that only sisters could have."

Lin Yaoyao bent down, picked up the blanket that had slipped off the ground, and wrapped it up again.

Suddenly he raised his head.

"Did you bring back any gifts from Shanghai?"

"Yes, in the car."

"That's more like it."

She walked past Shen Qingning toward the door, stopping as she passed Qingning.

"Tell me in advance if you have any plans for the future."

"Let me give you some advice; your taste is sometimes questionable."

Shen Qingning leaned against the shoe cabinet, a smile spreading across her eyes.