Following Si Zhengting downstairs, Ji Chen and several bodyguards had already hurried over.
After seeing the person in his arms, Ji Chen was stunned and said in disbelief, "...Mrs.?"
Si Zhengting's eyes were like ice knives and sharp swords, staring directly at Ji Chen!
Touched by his gaze, Ji Chen shuddered all over. He swallowed and asked fearfully: "Sir, what is going on?"
Si Zhengting's tone was like ice that has never melted for thousands of years, with a bone-gnawing coldness, "You ask me what's going on?"
For a moment, Ji Chen felt like he was in an ice cellar, and he didn't dare to breathe!
Being stared at by Si Zhengting, Ji Chen felt that he was about to be beaten. He lowered his head and tremblingly admitted his mistake, "Sir, it was my negligence!"
After saying this, he added: "Sir, it would be better to take your wife to wash up now."
As expected, Si Zhengting changed his gaze, turned around, and was about to walk into the Dihao Building when he felt the woman in his arms tugging on his sleeve.
He paused slightly, and withdrew the fierce murderous intent released around him. He looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes showing pity, but his voice was still cold and suppressed, showing awkwardness and arrogance, "What?"
Zhuang Nainai herself didn't know what her psychology was, maybe she was out of anger, she pointed to the ground: "Lunch box..."
Si Zhengting's expression turned cold again.
He pursed his lips tightly, feeling depressed.
At this time, she is still thinking about her lunch box
But the little woman in his arms held his sleeve tightly, and even if he couldn't see her eyes, he could feel her awkwardness and stubbornness.
Si Zhengting finally compromised, "Ji Chen!"
After saying that, he hugged her and walked forward directly.
If Ji Chen hadn't followed him for so many years, he would not be able to understand these two simple words.
Ji Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up the lunch box on the ground resignedly.
Thirty-five servings, it was a bit difficult for a grown man to carry it, let alone a wife!
Ji Chen gritted his teeth and followed Si Zhengting quickly. At this moment, he really wanted to die.
I originally thought that the director of the design department, Mino, was smart. After all, they had dealt with each other before. Who would have thought that after he hinted so clearly, Mino didn't understand what he meant
Or was Mino also kept in the dark
Ji Chen had a sad face, feeling that he really couldn't escape this time.
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In the Emgrand Group, the people who should get off work have already got off work now, and the people who work overtime are busy on the 18th floor, so at this time, there is no one on the first floor.
Si Zhengting hugged Zhuang Nainai, entered the exclusive elevator, and went straight to the top floor.
His office was well-equipped with a bedroom and a bathroom. He carried Zhuang Nainai directly into the bathroom and filled a bathtub of water. Then he looked at Zhuang Nainai, but saw that she kept her head down the whole time, not looking at him at all.
Si Zhengting felt the tightness in his chest again. He was silent for a while, stood up and walked out.
But he was still worried, so he stood outside the door and looked inside through the crack in the door.
Zhuang Nainai was injured. What if he slipped inside
In the bathroom, Zhuang Nainai breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him leaving, then quickly took off his clothes and got into the bathtub.
When Si Zhengting saw the white flowers and the slim and graceful body, a blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks. He took several deep breaths before turning around and walking to the office.
As he walked, cold air slowly released from his body, the redness on his cheeks faded, and his eyes gradually became sharp.
(End of chapter)