The next morning, Feng Muyan rose to a lazy waist, and she was refreshed when she woke up, and all her illnesses were all cleared away.
Her behavior awakened the man next to her, and the man grabbed her waist with a big palm, and nestled his head on the man's chest.
"Sleep a little longer."
Above his head, Rong Jingcheng's always magnetic hoarse voice came.
"You are the president, no one dares to say you when you are late."
The little woman groaned in her arms, Rong Jingcheng closed her eyes, but her lips raised a seemingly arc.
"Give you the privilege, you don't have to go so early in the future."
She groaned and shook her head.
"Why not?"
Rong Jingcheng squinted his eyes, his tone of three-point questioning was a little bit of unhappy.
Feng Muyan was indeed a little guilty when he looked at it this way. After thinking about it, she organized her language and said, "I used to have too naive and immature ideas. In fact, what you said at the beginning was correct. If you want to be the wife of the president in the future, you must convince everyone and everyone can see my efforts and achievements."
Rong Jingcheng stared at the woman under him, and it was really unexpected to hear her say these words.
"Unexpectedly, in just two months, you have grown a lot."
Well, let alone, at that moment, it really looked like the president's wife.
"Of course!"
After hearing Rong Jingcheng's words, Feng Muyan, who was pretending to be humble, filled her triumphant little eyes.
"By the way, how did you do that YC contract?"
He hadn't asked about this before, but now he is somewhat interested in hearing it.
"Um..."
She was caught off guard and mentioned YC, and the little woman who was still sly proud in her eyes froze with a smile.
"Too lazy to care about you, I'm really going to be late!"
When the words fell, he slipped into the bathroom.
However, the eyes of the man lying there darkened, and she was weird when it came to YC's contract.
…
In order to "digest" the information about YC and the process of this contract, Feng Muyan once again became an overtime dog.
Unconsciously, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.
I received a text message from Rong Jingcheng.
[Send you back. 】
[No, work overtime. Go back and rest early, Mr. President. 】
After a while, the phone vibrated again.
[Come up now, I am waiting for you in the office. 】
After seeing the news, the sleepy person instantly became sober.
Without waiting for her to reply to the message, the person’s message was sent again—
[I will work overtime with you. 】
Stay with her and work overtime.
There was a sly smile on the little woman's lips. At this moment, there is no love sentence that sounds more beautiful than working overtime with her.
Ever since, a certain woman held a large pile of information and went straight to the top.
In the office, Rong Jingcheng sat aside, with his legs folded, his narrow eyes glanced at the documents she had brought on the desk.
Turning to see the Chinese name of the YC artist, his eyes darkened instantly.
"Gu Cheng."
When these two words overflowed from Rong Jingcheng's lips, the smile on Feng Muyan's mouth instantly froze.
Before she could get the file back, the man’s abrupt words had already been sent out—
"Feng Muyan, give me an explanation."
Feng Muyan looked like a frustrated ball, Nuzui Qiyin: "I didn't know what YC Gu Cheng is, if I didn't take this task temporarily... As for Gu Cheng... I think it's fate!"
Fate.
Rong Jingcheng's cold pupil got a little deeper, and it was a fate. After hearing this, he really wanted to squeeze her.
"You don't know that Ren Zhirou sent me to sign YC's contract agreement to embarrass me this time. Even I thought that when this matter must be hopeless... I saw the true face of YC! So, Gu Cheng, as a friend, Naturally, I will agree to the contract. I got the chance to pass."
"Then you asked for the temporary replacement of the person in charge of the contract?"
"Of course not!"
Feng Muyan snorted, "Gu Cheng requested it. I really didn't force it. Of course, I don't deny it. I feel very happy to see Ren Zhirou deflated."
Rong Jingcheng didn't look like she was lying.
but-
"He just helped you in this way, without any return, eh?"