After the birthday party was over last night, a group of people made an appointment to play cards until six o'clock all night.
This morning, they slept until they woke up naturally. At 11:30, they went to the restaurant to have breakfast one after another.
Jian Hang and Qin Moling went downstairs at about the same time as them, and met Lin Xiao in the elevator.
Jian Hang nodded and asked, "How are you getting along with the new boss?"
Lin Xiao thought about this question seriously, and suddenly it was difficult to define, "It's not bad." He regretted it after saying it. Shouldn't he have said embarrassingly that he got on well with the new boss
He hesitated even when he said the three words "it's okay".
It seems that the female devil has no hope that he and Tan Yan will get along well.
Lin Xiao hadn't had a fight with Little Olive for almost a week. He didn't have Qin Moling's WeChat account. He happened to meet him today. He wanted to ask the specific launch time. Anyway, he contributed fireworks to Jian Hang and Qin Moling last night to celebrate the new students. Mo Ling should give him some face.
A message to Little Olive in the game.
Qin Moling glanced sideways, "What message?"
Standing beside Jian Hang, Lin Xiao didn't mention anything related to the game, he just said: "You can see it when you log in." He also explained to Jian Hang specifically: "My father has business problems, I will help Qin elder brother."
Jian Hang smiled and said nothing.
She saw Lin Xiao's message to Xiao Olive when she was playing games last night. Lin Xiao left a message saying: Brother, let me tell you a secret about our boss, who likes roses. When you are free, take Qin Xinghei and me with you.
It's a pity that she saw the message, but Qin Moling didn't know.
Qin Moling didn't care about Lin Xiao's message, other than urging him to go online and play games, he had nothing serious to do.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, a call came in from his mobile phone.
"I'll answer the phone, you go and pick up the food first." Qin Moling walked over from the cafeteria door, looking for a quiet place to answer the phone.
Secretary Gao called to tell the boss that the deputy director of personnel brought by Jian Hang came to Le Meng, and came to ask her about the entry procedures.
"It's called Liao Yongmei."
The name is familiar, but Qin Moling couldn't remember where he heard it before, "Liao Yongmei?"
"Well. Her husband's surname is Gao, Gao Yu, the vice president of Yishuo Bank." Secretary Gao and Gao Yu have the same surname, so they are not familiar with each other.
Speaking of Gao Yu, Qin Moling knew who it was.
Liao Yongmei made a big fuss in Jian Hang's office before, and even splashed water on her face, and even had a dislike for Gao Yu and Qin Moling, but Jian Hang used her regardless of the past, and he would not interfere.
"Take her to apply for admission."
He added: "One more thing to inform the fourth department, their president Jian Hang will take office tomorrow."
Secretary Gao was puzzled, so fast
"Okay. I'll let you know right away."
Qin Moling hung up the phone, there was an unread message from his mother.
He went back to his mother: [Apartment.]
In the cafeteria, Jian Hang sat at the same table with Jiang Shenghe. Among all Qin Moling's friends, she was the most familiar with Jiang Shenghe.
Qin Shu originally wanted to sit with her, but Han Pei had already brought the dinner tray over, and was dragged to another table by Han Pei. He didn't want to sit with Qin Moling, and didn't want to hear Qin Moling call his brother-in-law from time to time.
Jiang Shenghe drank too much last night and had no appetite in the morning, so he poured a glass of fruit juice to drink.
"Ms. Chen's cooking skills are better than our chef's." He said with a half-smile.
Jian Hang thought, that's impossible, mother's cooking skills are not superb. What Jiang Shenghe said was not a compliment, he didn't need to compliment anyone.
After working in the workplace for so many years, she has a keen mind and understood what Jiang Shenghe meant.
Jian Hang said with a smile, "Yesterday, my mother was talking about you having a lively dinner with Qin Moling. If you are free, I will call you when Qin Moling and I go home for dinner."
"Row."
There is always time to eat.
Even if there is a social event that night, it can be pushed.
Jiang Shenghe said again: "Bring someone to Cengfan at that time."
It is definitely not ordinary people who can be brought over by him, at least in his heart. No one would just take an unimportant person to their teacher's house for dinner.
Jian Hang's sense of propriety is not only for Qin Moling, but also for everyone. Even if she is curious, she will not inquire into other people's secrets. .”
Jiang Shenghe took a few sips of juice, "I'll send it to you then."
Their chat was interrupted by Qi Zhengchen at the next table, Qi Zhengchen said in a loud voice, "Qin Xing, you are so cowardly, delete it quickly, your brother won't kill you if he sees it."
Even though he said so, he still did not forget to like Qin Xinggang's circle of friends.
Qin Xing smiled: "It's just what he wants, why kill me."
Everyone in the restaurant has Qin Xing's WeChat, and they clicked on Moments to see what weird photos Qin Xing sent.
Seeing this, the restaurant roared with laughter.
Jian Hang clicked on Moments, and Qin Xing posted a photo of last night's birthday party.
She was the main character last night. There are four pictures of her in the Jiugongge photos. The person next to her is Qin Moling, but Qin Moling's photo was coded, and her face was blocked by a decoration, and there were some big characters on the decoration : Husband Jian Hang
Jian Hang laughed, she remembered the first time when they issued their marriage certificate in the Qin family group, Qin Moling was not happy that her photo was sent to the group, she secretly decided at that time, and coded when posting group photos in the future.
Unexpectedly, Qin Xing had a tacit understanding with her.
Qin Xing didn't mean to provoke Qin Moling on purpose. On Zhong Yanyue's birthday, he posted on Moments, and there was a photo of Qin Moling in the mirror, but it was just a profile. He didn't care at the time, so he directly posted the photo. Qin Moling called him with a bad tone, telling him not to send his photos casually in the future.
I have a long memory today, and he didn't let his cousin show his face.
At this time, Qin Moling entered the restaurant after answering the phone, and everyone looked at him with playful eyes.
No need to guess, there must be nothing good.
Until Qi Zhengchen asked him to watch Qin Xing's circle of friends.
Qin Moling looked at it, and slowly raised his eyes, his cold eyes came straight to Qin Xing, "What do you want to do?"
Qin Xing: "I'm afraid of violating your portrait rights."
"..." Qin Moling said coldly, "Deleted and reposted."
Qin Xing hesitated for a moment, shouldn't it be a warning to delete and not post
So a few minutes later, Qin Moling showed his true colors to Qin Xing's circle of friends. In the photo, under the sky full of fireworks, Jian Hang made a wish on the cake, and Qin Moling was looking at her.
Jian Hang kept this photo.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, they returned to the urban area, and there was a row of cars.
Back at the apartment, Jian Hang packed the boxes.
She has obsessive-compulsive disorder, but if she is not too busy to touch the floor, the first thing she does when she returns home from a business trip is to organize the boxes, hang up the clean clothes, and put the clothes that need to be washed in the washing machine.
During this one-day trip to the resort, she shared a box with Qin Moling, and when she was packing her clothes, she also sorted out his belongings along the way.
Jian Hang threw his skirt and his shirt into the same washing machine, and the clothes were entangled with water.
Home, husband and wife, and life after marriage, she couldn't perceive it in detail before, and couldn't get to the bottom of her heart. Today, she washed his clothes with him, which gave her a different feeling.
In the past few days, she bought some green plants and flowers and put them in the apartment. Qin Moling made breakfast and dinner.
There are only the two of them in the house, and all the housework needs to be done by themselves. Finally, there is a little fireworks in the house.
"Jane Hang?"
Qin Moling called her from the living room.
"At this."
Following the sound, he went to find her.
Qin Moling took a shower and wore a dark bathrobe, "I will move to the villa tomorrow, it is convenient for daily use, come to the apartment on weekends."
Jian Hang: "Okay." The apartment is too big, and when he is not at home, it seems too empty for her to be alone at home. The apartment was so quiet that it seemed that even walking echoed.
The villa is still lively, there are workers, Aunt Geng, and security at home, so I feel at ease.
It is summer now, and the garden of the villa is also beautiful.
Qin Moling leaned against the sink, logged into the game, and helped her put away today's things.
There are more than a dozen rooms in the apartment. Since Jian Hang moved here, he hasn't visited all the rooms, so he doesn't know what the other rooms are like.
She rolled up her hair, "I'll go and see what the other rooms look like, and get familiar with it. Is there any inconvenience?"
Qin Moling looked up, "Are you not in the apartment during the day?"
"Yes. I didn't look around." Subconsciously, she felt that this was his private apartment, his private space, and she shouldn't look around casually without his consent.
Qin Moling looked down at the game page and said, "It's also your home, don't ask me."
Jian Hang: "Then I'll go and have a look."
She took a look at the rooms to know what to expect. Maybe family members or friends would come over to play and spend the night here. At least she had to know what was in the rooms and which room was suitable for whom.
In the past, she wanted to have a large flat, but now she finds that the flat is too big, and it is tiring to walk around.
Jian Hang started from the left hand side and looked at each room one by one.
Each bedroom is a suite with its own bathroom. She checked to see if there were supplies in the bathroom, whether they had expired, and then checked the closet to see if there was anything that needed to be disposed of.
In the middle, Jianhang received a call from Liao Yongmei. Liao Yongmei had already gone to Lemeng, and the entry process went smoothly. She will go to training next week.
When talking about work, the two had something to say.
The call lasted over half an hour.
Liao Yongmei is still not confident, "I don't know if I still have the same courage as before, don't expect too much from me, I will try my best."
"I didn't expect you to find Secretary Gao so quickly."
This sentence invisibly gave Liao Yongmei a little confidence. At least she did better than Jian Hang expected.
"Then you are busy, I will go home and look at the content of the training tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Jian Hang went to the third bedroom. She habitually opened the closet and stared.
In the closet, there was a row of fairy dresses.
She didn't count in detail, at least a dozen or so.
Jian Hang gently closed the cabinet door, it must have been a long time, and Qin Moling forgot to take it away.
After standing in front of the wardrobe for two minutes, she walked away.
She didn't look at the rest of the room.
I'm not in the mood to watch either.
Jian Hang went to the small restaurant, turned off the lights in the restaurant, and sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the night view. The night scene is sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.
She turned on the light again and went to get some water to drink.
One small sip, one small sip, not thirsty at all, but finished drinking a glass of water.
Putting down the water glass, she went to find Qin Moling.
If he forgot to take those fairy dresses before, as long as he explained clearly, she could pretend she didn't see them.
She couldn't let those skirts be a thorn in the side.
The clothes were washed and dried, and Qin Moling was ironing them.
Jian Hang leaned against the door of the cloakroom, looking at the tall and handsome man in front of him. He held an iron in his left hand, with well-defined joints, and wore their wedding ring on his ring finger.
He did everything carefully, ironing every fine pleat on the skirt.
At this moment in him, she saw a different kind of sexiness in a man.
Full of masculinity, different from his usual self.
"I just opened the wardrobe in the second bedroom," she said.
Qin Moling raised his head suddenly, and was silent for two seconds, "Did you see the dress in the closet?"
"Ok."
"See which one you don't like, and ask my mother to change it."
"..."
When Qin Moling was abroad, he often ironed shirts by himself, but now he is very proficient in ironing skirts for her.
He was ironing the skirt, he didn't look at Jian Hang, he didn't know the expression on her face.
The skirts in the second bedroom closet were a birthday present for her, and they were going to be given to her on her birthday. She found out in advance, so she gave them in advance.
His mother sent him a message this morning, asking him: [The skirt has arrived, should I send it to the villa or the apartment?]
He replied: [Apartment.]
The skirt was delivered to the apartment at noon, but she didn't expect to see it in the evening.
He always remembered that the first time Jian Hang invited him to dinner, he wore that beige dress, which should be the bottom of her suitcase. In her wardrobe, she didn't have many high-end dresses.
Mother only gave her four skirts, which were not enough for her to wear, so he bought a few more.
Jian Hang didn't go to try on the skirt, but walked into the cloakroom. It was right to choose to ask clearly, otherwise before her birthday, these skirts would be like a thorn, making her think too much.
Qin Moling looked at her, "Why don't you try on the dress?"
Jian Hang said: "Let's wait until you finish your work."
She went to the dressing table to get a makeup mirror, put it on her heart to take a picture, Qin Moling asked: "What are you taking?"
"Take care of your heart." She smiled and said, "It's smaller than yours."
Qin Moling didn't understand what she said.
Jian Hang didn't intend to let him understand either.
After Qin Moling ironed the skirt, he hung up his shirt and ironed it for her.
Jian Hang hesitated for a moment, then took the iron. His shirt, let her iron it.
Qin Moling put the ironed clothes into the closet and stood by to watch her iron the shirt.
Thin water vapor permeated among them.
Jian Hang suddenly turned off the iron and hung it on the shelf.
She took two steps in front of him, and as soon as she raised her head, Qin Moling seemed to know what she was thinking, and kissed her lips, and with his arms, he lifted her up and stuck her in his arms.
Qin Moling could feel her possessiveness towards him.
like now.
There is a sofa in the cloakroom, and on the sofa is his black shirt, which has not been ironed.
He pulled it over and cushioned it for her.
Qin Moling clasped his fingers tightly with her.
Arrive deeply.
Qin Moling bowed his head, and Jian Hang kissed his chin.
He kissed the tip of her nose, lowered his lips, jammed between her lips, and swallowed all her voice.
The black shirt that was used as a cushion was crumpled into a ball.
There was a wet patch on the skirt.
Can't wear it.
Had to rewash again.
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The next day, Jian Hang resumed getting up early again.
On the first day of employment, Qin Moling prepared a hearty breakfast for her.
He was wearing a black shirt today, the same one he put on the sofa last night. It was rewashed, dried, ironed by himself and put on straight away this morning.
Jian Hang couldn't look directly at the shirt, and lowered his eyes slightly while eating.
Qin Moling was the same as before, unable to speak, but looked at her several times.
Before going out, Qin Moling put on his watch. He went to the bedroom just now, took Jian Hang's watch and put it on her wrist.
She and Qin Moling didn't go together, and drove to Lemeng by themselves.
In the past few days, she has gained a preliminary understanding of the four departments. The marketing director Zhou Yi and the sales director Zheng Yanshu are difficult to deal with. Even Yu Ming, the former president of the four departments, can't deal with them.
One has a background and the other has ability, both of whom Yu Ming does not want to offend.
Before leaving in the morning, Qin Moling told her that the fourth department had been notified that there would be a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon. She presided over the meeting. It was an internal meeting of their fourth department, and no senior officials attended.
At this time, Le Meng four.
Zheng Yanshu was approving the expenses in the system, staring at the computer screen for a long time, feeling sour and astringent.
The assistant knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Zheng, there is a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon."
Ten minutes ago, Zheng Yanshu told her that he was going to visit a client at two o'clock in the afternoon, but there was a meeting in the afternoon, and there was a time conflict. As an assistant, she is obliged to remind her boss that this afternoon's meeting is very special, it is the first day of their four presidents taking office.
Zheng Yanshu took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn't expect the higher-ups to be so fooled and send a completely ignorant person to manage the fourth department.
This is to completely abandon the four parts.
He put on his glasses, "Is there any relationship between the president having a meeting and visiting customers with me?"
assistant:"… "
Zheng Yanshu said: "The itinerary remains unchanged."