I heard Su Wen talk about his family affairs.

Jiang Menghan knew.

Because his parents are not at home all year round, Su Wen may have understood the meaning of loneliness earlier than himself.

But he rarely talked about this.

certainly.

Because of the mutual understanding between the two.

Iceberg Girl also understands.

He doesn't talk about this, not because he wants to hide his loneliness, or because he is afraid of comfort.

Quite the opposite.

Just like the words Schopenhauer engraved on the paper:

(A person can only be himself when he is alone.

If he cannot enjoy solitude, he will not love freedom, for only when he is alone is he truly free.)

Loneliness and freedom are probably interdependent.

so.

He or she probably doesn't need to deliberately look for the so-called 'social noise'.

Above, I suddenly heard Su Wen talking about this topic.

Jiang Menghan's cold voice also became slightly softer:

"Can you tell me the reason?"

Hearing what she said, Su Wen picked up a piece of cut French pizza and smiled gently.

Then he replied calmly:

"Because of the paper published in Nature.

The Su Group in Yunzhou probably has some different ideas about the delisting letter they sent me before."

Hear him say that.

The iceberg girl replied softly:

"Mr. Su.

I think you won't agree."

Hear her say that.

The handsome young scholar smiled and replied:

"I knew you would understand.

For those who have only met once or twice, nothing but disgust.

I really can't get the slightest interest in it.

So, in order to make some greedy and stupid people completely stop this idea.

Refuse this time.

I will leave a deeper 'impression' on them than before."

Su Wen said lazily.

The silver table knife also rotated smoothly in his hand, drawing a bright full moon that lasted only a moment.

It looks very relaxed.

But the meaning contained in his answer was particularly profound.

For the rational and wise Su Wen, when he said this, perhaps the layout had already been completed.

then.

Jiang Menghan asked the next question:

"What does that have to do with me?"

“I heard that those people found me a ‘fiancée’.

so.

I need a more outstanding and beautiful lady to accompany me.

except you.

I can't think of a second option."

Hearing what he said, a faint blush appeared on Jiang Menghan's delicate but indifferent face.

She snorted softly.

The girl with skin like ice and snow, a beautiful body and long hair said coquettishly with her slightly red lips:

"uh-huh.

You are afraid that the 'fiancee' they find for you is too beautiful.

So you can only ask me for help?

For the sake of us being partners for such a long time.

perhaps.

I can help you solve this 'little trouble'."

Hear her say that.

Su Wen laughed dumbly.

He cleared the table.

Picking up the coffee cup, he walked to his desk and opened the data set interface that saved the pre-processed deep-sea relics.

at the same time.

He said with a bit of fun during the chat:

"Girl.

I want to remind you something.

Tsundere, she has probably withdrawn from the environment."

The next second.

The pillow in the girl's hand was gently thrown into his face:

"Fool!"

Two days later.

In front of Jiang Menghan's house.

Su Wen leaned against the wall smartly wearing a winter coat.

The girls who occasionally passed by on the roadside couldn't help but take a peek. They probably thought this was the filming set of some idol drama.

then.

The iceberg girl without much expression pushed open the door and walked out.

She was wearing a slim-fitting white coat with a light yellow knitted sweater underneath, and her figure was quiet and beautiful.

only.

Su Wen also noticed.

Jiang Menghan, who generally doesn't like makeup, has probably been carefully retouched on his bleak eyebrows on his cold face.

The girl said softly:

"Let's go.

We only have three days.

The exploration of deep-sea ruins cannot be delayed."

Hear her say that.

Su Wen opened the Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse parked nearby.

The all-black simple and elegant appearance, luxurious interior, and cutting-edge streamlined design perfectly reflect the nobility and luxury of the world's top supercar.

No wonder the passers-by around me were so focused on it.

If Su Wen was wearing a white suit and tie, maybe they should all guess which noble man he was.

But he didn't buy expensive clothes specifically for this purpose.
To be continued...