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The problem first arose in the sales of "Snow White", which had been selling well for the past half month. After Jia Da Fa's "point on his chest" appeared out of nowhere, although it more or less affected "Snow White" a little, but after all, they were not in the same class of clothing, and the effects did not always reach the point of being replaced.

But judging from the sales report, it's only been 20 days since it started to decline. This was something that had never been done in Elan Fashion. Where was the problem? No one knew.

The past few days, Su Ai Lan was also sad, her heart was full of anger, and a few blisters appeared on her mouth. That girl, Xie Min, flew around the country busily busy with her company's matters. She wasn't at home either. She was so bored that she couldn't even find someone to talk to.

When a woman was alone, she would always think of a man who had some sort of relationship with her.

Su Ai Lan was thinking of Ji Tian Hua.

Ji Tianhua was a well-known figure in Chaozhou city. In this era where the price of housing had risen to an alarming extent, Ji Tianhua naturally became the focus of public attention in Chaozhou city and even throughout the country. Indeed, on the most bustling Zhongshan Road in Chaozhou City, the glittering words "Seasonal Group" were Ji Tianhua's. He is the Seasonal Real Estate Tycoon. The term 'tycoon' was given to him by others, and he preferred it when people called him Tian Hua. He felt that this name was akin to that of a deity from the heavens, imposing and majestic. Ji Tianhua was neither tall nor short, neither thin nor fat. He wore a pair of eyes that gave off a scholarly aura. He was a cultural businessman, and no one could see anything from him. It smelled of copper. That was why Su Ailan liked him.

Suellen was lying alone on the bed, her face covered with a white mask. Only her eyes, nose, and mouth were visible, like a skull. Women are the most intolerable lonely, then a small animal can accompany you to relieve the boredom. But not Su Ai Lan. She was a clean person. She doesn't raise small animals because they urinate.

Su Ai Lan played with her phone. Unknowingly, she remembered the text message Ji Tian Hua sent her a few days ago. Although it was just a simple message, Su Ai Lan's heart was as warm as a water bag in winter. She read the message over and over again, in silence. She didn't want to delete it. The message stared at her like a pair of eyes, staring at her whenever she was happy or unhappy. Upon seeing this message, Su Ai Lan felt as though she was looking at Ji Tian Hua.

A woman's heart would always be eighteen years old. This was a common ailment of women, no matter how old they were, or whether they had crisscrossed wrinkles on their face, their heart would always be that young. As Su Ai Lan read Ji Tian Hua's text, she was elated. She felt like a young girl who had just started her first love. She dialed Ji Tianhua's number. She originally wanted to find someone to talk to, but it was just a casual conversation. However, when he heard Ji Tianhua's mature and magnetic voice, his blood started to boil, and his body became lighter and lighter, as if he was floating all the way to heaven.

"Xiao Lan, why aren't you asleep yet? What are you doing? " Ji Tianhua asked after answering the phone.

"Guess?" Su Ai Lan's gentleness and little bird Yi was clearly shown in front of Ji Tian Hua.

Ji Tianhua was a very romantic person. When he was in university, he loved poetry. Back then, Chinese poetry was developing rapidly in the 1980s. In university, it was as if boys could not find a girlfriend without writing poems. Although Ji Tianhua wrote love poems, he did not make any popular ones. What he liked was the poetry in the poems. It was from then on that he vowed to tell himself that he must live a poetic life in the future. He had known Suellen at that time, though they were not classmates. He liked the purity of Suilan, who always wore a long white gown, spotless, like an angel falling from the sky. Ji Tianhua also tried hard to pursue his own love, silently writing poems for her, but in the end he had no success. Suellen already had a boyfriend, and the man was very rich. At that time, Ji Tianhua was only a poor scholar, a poor poet with no money. From that moment on, he decided to become a rich man. There was no poem since he wrote the line "Sad for you, but it has nothing to do with you" for Suellen. A real estate tycoon had started at that time.

"You're thinking so much that you can't fall asleep?" Ji Tianhua said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Hate …" At this moment, she was a girl of eighteen who had just had her first love. All he needed was sweet language and the care of a man.

"Did you miss me?" Ji Tianhua spoke calmly. He didn't seem to be joking, but rather to think that his husband was actually concerned for his wife. Even though it was just a sentence, it had its own unique magic. To put it bluntly, this was the thrill and thrill of 'stealing'. If two people were in a normal legal relationship, then it would be natural to lack the excitement and passion. The two of them lived together every day, and had long since become tactful. Without the collision of water caltrops, where would their bodies and souls be? In this materialistic society, when people are no longer short of money, it is the pleasure that comes naturally to mind. Human pleasure is not just about doing that. As long as it is two people destined to be unable to live legally together and the two of them are fond of each other, then they will secretly come together. The process is dangerous and exciting, so it is also fun and is desired by many.

"What do you think?" Su Ai Lan didn't want the conversation to end like this. She held the phone tightly as if she was holding Ji Tian Hua's hand, afraid that if she let go, that person would disappear right from her ears.

"I guess …" You miss me so much. " Ji Tianhua understood a woman's heart very well, especially Su Ai Lan's.

"I don't miss you?" She pursed her lips, looking pleased with herself, and her white mask began to wrinkle.

Ji Tianhua knew that Su Ai Lan's words were negative, but he still had to prove that this was a common problem for men. Men were more willing to listen to their own women's retorts, but preferred to hear her speak her true feelings in a tender voice. Since you don't miss me, then I'll hang up first. I'll give you time to think about other men. " Finished speaking, Ji Tianhua took the phone from his ear and held his breath. Without saying a word, he heard Su Ai Lan loudly shout from the other side of the phone, "No, I want you to accompany me in conversation. "Hey, come out, I want you to chat with me …"

The woman from Su Ai Lan's side would only show her beauty in front of Ji Tian Hua. She was usually a person who did not smile, and the company's employees rarely saw her smile, let alone make fun of her. All day long and all night long, his face was always stern and solemn. However, Suellen was also a woman. No matter how strong a woman was, she still wanted to find a shoulder and someone to rely on. They also know of love, also yearn for romantic love, also yearn for that kind of god-like life in the night of sports. The reason why many of the strong women didn't often go through night sports was simply because they hadn't found a man who could control them. Su Ai Lan had found one, so she didn't want to give up.

Ji Tianhua picked up his mobile phone, chuckled at the speaker, and said seriously, "Speak, you like me."

"I like you."

"Say you love me."

"I love you."

Ji Tianhua didn't have any requirements, and Su Ai Lan was satisfied. At this moment she needed a man, a man to dispel the worry and depression in her heart, because with the company's matters, she was already troubled. The sales volume of "Snow White" mysteriously fell, and her heart also dropped. She had tried to get close to the current so-called post-80s and 90s, but she didn't really like what those young people were doing. Maybe this was the generation gap. A person with a different background is destined to have a different way of life in the future.

Su Ai Lan wanted to chat with Ji Tian Hua. She tried her best to forget about the company and tried to think of herself as a little woman, a gentle, considerate, cute, and a little delicate. That was because she knew that Ji Tianhua liked her. Regardless of whether she was a cute girl in her family or the evil woman in her company, he would still like her. She liked him just as much as he liked her.

Sometimes it is not the body that makes mistakes, it is the mind; sometimes it is not the mind that makes mistakes, it is the endless night and the cold bed of one person. Loneliness and loneliness are ruthless killers. Women need the same as men.

"Satisfied?" Suellen said into the phone.

"Not satisfied. Kiss one." Ji Tianhua joked.

Su Yilan stared at the phone, her lips peeking out from the narrow slit in her mask.

Ji Tianhua said unhappily, "I didn't hear it."

Su Ai Lan repeated what she had done. Due to the mask holding her face tightly, Su Ai Lan's facial expression could not be seen. However, she insisted on completing the task.

Before Ji Tianhua could ask, Su Ai Lan anxiously asked, "Darling, did you hear that?"

"I didn't hear it …" Ji Tianhua remained silent for a while, before he repeated the same action over and over again. He smiled and said, "I feel it."

"Disgusting! "The mask on my face is already wrinkled …"

"Are you alone?" Ji Tianhua turned to the main topic at hand.

"Yeah." Suellen seemed to understand what he meant, but she told him the truth. Perhaps it was their spring night.