On the first day of National Day Golden Week, model worker Zhou Mingfeng had to go to the company for half a day.
Originally, Jiang Jinjin had planned to go for a walk outside with Zhou Yan, but when she got up early in the morning, she went downstairs to the dining room, and unexpectedly saw Zhou Mingfeng who was supposed to be on the overtime road, eating breakfast slowly, Zhou Yan has also woken up. She was still curious, and asked as she opened the chair and sat down, "Didn't you say that you have to work half a day today?"
She no longer envied Zhou Mingfeng.
Zhou Mingfeng looked up at her, "I've thought about it, taking you out for lunch at noon is considered a holiday."
Zhou Yan also looked over.
What does it mean.
After all, Jiang Jinjin has been in the same bed with him for so long, and he immediately understood what he meant, "You mean, let us go to work overtime with you?"
If not, he would have gone to the company long ago.
Zhou Mingfeng was very pleased. After all, there are some things that she can understand without he needing to explain them too clearly.
"Um."
Jiang Jinjin looked at Zhou Yan.
The tacit understanding is mutual. Don't look at the father and son surnamed Zhou who have almost no tacit understanding, but Jiang Jinjin and the two of them have highlighted the attribute of tacit understanding.
Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan looked at each other, and suddenly both of them had an idea.
Zhou Yan nodded lightly. Jiang Jinjin was in charge of negotiating with Zhou Mingfeng. She said in a doggy way, "Yes, it is possible, but it seems that this kind of overtime work on holidays is paid three times the salary?"
"Yes." Zhou Mingfeng picked up the napkin at the side and wiped his hands, "Do you also want wages?"
Without waiting for Jiang Jinjin to answer Zhou Yan, he said again: "It's okay, how about it, you always say that I am boring, so let's play something interesting today."
"What's an interesting idea?"
Zhou Mingfeng replied: "We don't have a group. I distribute red envelopes in the group to try my luck. Those who grab more will be lucky, and those who grab less can't complain."
Seeing that Zhou Yan was about to respond impatiently, Jiang Jinjin glanced over, and Zhou Yan immediately fell silent obediently.
"Yes, yes, but if you only give out two hundred yuan in red envelopes..."
Lucky red envelopes are different from ordinary red envelopes.
Users who have registered their names send lucky red envelopes, each with a one-time limit of 20,000 yuan.
Zhou Mingfeng opened it casually, "Then send 20,000?"
The calm and casual tone made Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan excited, and both of them were gearing up.
Looking at each other's eyes is a lot more wary.
Zhou Mingfeng used a mere 20,000 yuan to shatter their unity and calm for a second.
At breakfast, because of this small family event, the atmosphere in the dining room became much more active. Zhou Yan was very funny like an athlete, wiped his hands, took a few deep breaths, and entered the state of preparation. Both of them stared at Zhou Mingfeng's fingers, and saw that he was operating on the mobile phone without haste. When a notification sound came from the group, the two immediately looked at the mobile phone. Sure enough, Zhou Mingfeng sent an A lucky red envelope.
Jiang Jinjin clicked on the red envelope.
Oh, it's eight thousand and six.
Zhou Yan looked at his mobile phone and saw that the account was 14,000. He stood up excitedly, and shouted in a very middle way: "Oh!"
He came up to Jiang Jinjin with his mobile phone childishly, waving it back and forth to show off, "I'm the luckiest. It's 14,000 in the account. Why is my luck so good?"
Jiang Jinjin: "...Zhou Mingfeng!!"
Zhou Mingfeng immediately comforted him, "Don't be angry, I'll send you one alone."
Zhou Yan: "..."
In the end, Zhou Yan followed the intimate two to the garage with an "uncomfortable" expression on his face.
He rarely went to Zhou's Group, the last time he went was when he was in elementary school.
Zhou Mingfeng dragged his family to work overtime. As he devoted himself to his work, he entered a state of ecstasy. He even forgot himself, so he certainly didn't remember Jiang Jinjin and his son. Jiang Jinjin took Zhou Yan to visit on this floor after seeking his opinion.
Today is the first day of Golden Week, and there are not many employees who actually come to the company to work overtime.
Before he knew it, Zhou Yan had actually let go of his knots. He had indeed complained that his father didn't care about him before. When he moved goods at Weimei Company, he also dealt with other porters. Their children were basically left-behind children. Because they could not earn money or have job opportunities in their hometown, they had to come to big cities to work hard. The situation of other white-collar workers in the company is not much different. Although the children stay with them, they don't have much time to spend with them at the end of the day. One aunt sends a child who is not yet three years old to the nursery.
Now wandering around in Zhou's Group, he felt more and more that his father had invested so much in his career.
"What are you thinking?" Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Jinjin came to him curiously and asked.
Zhou Yan was looking up at the achievements and glory of the Zhou Group over the years explained on the screen. He withdrew his gaze, "I didn't think about anything. In fact, I have been thinking about one question for the past few months, that is, if I Without Dad, can I do better than him?"
Jiang Jinjin: "Why do you want to compare with him?"
Zhou Yan: "I used to blame him."
Jiang Jinjin pretended to sigh deeply, "It's understandable."
"Hey." Zhou Yan also imitated him and sighed, "I used to always say that I didn't want to be his son."
Jiang Jinjin said: "There are many people queuing up to be his child, maybe I will be the first in line."
Zhou Yan couldn't hold back for a moment, with a smile in his eyes, "Isn't it?"
"Of course." Jiang Jinjin put his hands behind his back, "I'm not trying to excuse him, in fact, it's fine for him to be like this. For example, if I were your mother..."
Zhou Yan: "...?"
"I put all my thoughts on you. I worry every day that you are not eating well or wearing warm clothes. I regard you as more important than myself and put my life on you. Would you feel that? asphyxia?"
Zhou Yan thought about this question, and he looked at Jiang Jinjin: "Try?"
Jiang Jinjin: "What?"
"You can try." Zhou Yan looked thoughtful, "I don't know if it will suffocate, or else, try."
Jiang Jinjin: "You are so beautiful!"
…
The first day of Golden Week was uneventful. Zhou Mingfeng took them to lunch after get off work and then went home. In fact, Jiang Jinjin was still thinking about the Xi's family. After returning home, she found the party invitations sent by the wives. She searched and searched, but couldn't find what she wanted, so she just waited for Zhou Mingfeng to come into the bedroom. , dragging his hand and asked: "Has anyone sent you that kind of dinner party post, preferably one that can interact with the Xi family?"
Whether it's Jiang Jinjin or Zhou Mingfeng, both of them know that the matter of the Xi family is not over yet.
Because of Xi's mother's dark and extreme hatred for her, this matter will not end.
It's not that they back down, she can stop.
That being the case, why not turn passive into active
Of course, Jiang Jinjin is also such a kind of person. The more others want her to live a bad life, the more she wants to live a wonderful life for others to see.
Didn't Ximu want to create a estrangement between the couple? Then she just wanted to let others take a good look at it. The couple are very affectionate.
Zhou Mingfeng paused.
Jiang Jinjin hurriedly said: "I'm just so angry, why is she always making trouble for us? She caused the Su Siyue incident, and Wang Xiuxiang also caused the trouble. Even in the last auction, it must be her." means."
Fortunately, it was her.
If it was the original owner, could she bear it
Every time she finally mustered up the courage to start her life again, but every time she was not allowed to do so.
Jiang Jinjin felt that Xi's mother's brain circuits could not be understood by normal people. Xi Chengguang's death had nothing to do with the original owner. It was the genetic disease inherited from the man of the Xi family that killed her, didn't it kill her son
There is an injustice and a debtor. It's strange, and the original owner can't be blamed.
It can only be said that Xi's mother is just bullying.
Zhou Mingfeng's memory is superb, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I received an invitation before. Jia Dong of Qihong Group will celebrate his 60th birthday. In the past two years, the company cooperated with Qihong on projects. Jia Dong and Mrs. Xi, who has passed away, was an old friend, and I think Mrs. Xi will be there that day."
Jiang Jinjin muttered: "What is Mrs. Xi?"
Obviously a lunatic.
"Then let's go, can we?" Jiang Jinjin has never been timid. Unless she can divorce Zhou Mingfeng, either on her own, or cut off love and love and cut off all people and things that make her happy, otherwise Xi's mother will not be satisfied. Otherwise, no matter how low-key she and Zhou Mingfeng are, no matter how much they evade, Xi's mother will not let it go, and there may be another disgusting trick at any time.
She can't wait for someone to hit her door before fighting back, can she
I'm afraid I'll be suffocated to death!
Zhou Mingfeng looked at her and nodded, "Of course."
In the past, I didn't want her to know those things, but now that she already knew, why should I suffer it again and again.
What's more, he has never been afraid of the Xi family, and he was restrained because he cared about her before.
When Zhou Mingfeng went to take a shower, Jiang Jinjin was concentrating on writing the script for himself.
Absolutely don't play unprepared sticks, she has too many character designs and scripts in her mind that make Sim's mother unhappy.
Thinking about it carefully, someone like Xi Mu can be regarded as the ultimate villain in a novel or TV series.
Every time she watches a TV series and sees the protagonist being bullied by the best villain, she can't wait to get into the TV series to find the protagonist's place.
The extreme abuse is the most anticipated moment in a TV series.
Jiang Jinjin was really excited.
She guessed that Ximu paid close attention to the original owner's life like that, and there was almost no dead end at 360 degrees. Then, her social account must also be followed by Ximu in other ways.
Jiang Jinjin has never liked to show affection.
After all, sometimes it is easy to make the viewer feel uncomfortable if the intensity is not well controlled.
When she was a student, there was a classmate who was like this. When she was in a relationship, every day, yes, every day, she showed kissing photos in Moments.
If Jiang Jinjin had a choice, she would rather watch other people showing off their babies than this kind of photos.
She lay on the bed and looked through her circle of friends. She didn't post often, sometimes it was to promote convenience store activities. Even Zhou Yan had a place in her circle of friends, but she never mentioned Zhou Mingfeng... She began to reflect on herself, isn't that good
After thinking about it, tossing and turning, she finally came up with a good idea.
She sat up, walked around the room, and finally saw the gold-rimmed glasses that Zhou Mingfeng took down on the cabinet.
She picked it up carefully and put it on herself.
Needless to say, it feels different in an instant.
It seems to be able to feel his breath. She stepped on the wool carpet with bare feet, looked left and right curiously, and couldn't help being surprised: So this is the world he saw.
Jiang Jinjin came to the dressing table, looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help laughing.
Is this what she looks like with glasses
Zhou Mingfeng's gold-rimmed glasses were put on by her.
Jiang Jinjin admired it for a while, took out his phone, and took a selfie from a good angle. Natural and clear, it is the level that passers-by want to give a thumbs up after seeing it.
She lowered her head, edited the content, posted a circle of friends, and of course brought this photo—
[I have nothing to do, play with Boss Zhou's glasses. This style seems to be not bad?]
Look, look.
This is the highest level of love.
She can play with his glasses now, what an intimate relationship.
While she was studying this photo, Zhou Mingfeng came behind her.
He barely made a sound, which startled Jiang Jinjin so much that he wanted to kill him.
Zhou Mingfeng stared at the glasses on her nose with calm eyes.
Only then did Jiang Jinjin come back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "... I just try to see if it is real gold."
"What's the conclusion?"
"I don't know." Jiang Jinjin said innocently, "I haven't had time to take a bite yet."
Zhou Mingfeng raised his hand, took off the pair of glasses, and put them on her dressing table, but he still stared at her.
The atmosphere is a bit...
In short, Jiang Jinjin never expected that she was only wearing his glasses, not his white shirt, so why did he react so strongly
She decisively changed the subject, "Are you a clean freak and don't want me to touch your glasses?"
Zhou Mingfeng just stared at her, still not speaking. He suddenly stretched out his hand, encircled her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
It still belongs to Zhou Mingfeng's gentleness and cherishment. His warm breath fell on her ear, as if with a solemn and cherished mood, he kissed her eyes and the tip of her nose.
After a burst of intense kisses, Zhou Mingfeng said in a low voice, "Do you think I have a cleansing habit?"
Other than himself, Zhou Mingfeng's glasses were only "touched" by Jiang.
…
In a whirlwind, Jiang Jinjin felt as if she was in a sauna room, and she glanced at the floor-to-ceiling curtains with hazy eyes.
Probably because of a little bit of wind. The dark window curtains fluttered, and the soft light of the chandelier set off, reminding her of the flickering red candles in ancient times.
In a room full of tenderness and affection, a cup of warm water on the bedside table has water ripples gradually spreading around.