Early in the morning of the next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the light passed through the lush greenery in the villa area, bringing the brightness of the first rain after the rain.
Ji Mingshu opened his eyes, leaned up less than two centimeters, and fell back again.
Her waist was imprisoned by a strong arm and she couldn't move. But right now she doesn't really want to move, her whole body is sore, and the lower abdomen is still a little swollen and numb.
It's strange that Cen Sen is not a person with heavy desires. In the past, he solved his needs almost once or twice a month, and he didn't bother to change his posture. Last night, as if he had saved his family's wealth for two years and wanted to clean it up, he caught her again and again, and the tossing and tossing didn't end until three o'clock in the morning.
In real life, he should be considered good at bedtime, right? Ji Mingshu is not too sure, after all, she has never experienced other comparison materials.
She thought about it for a while, then reached out and fumbled on the bedside table. Touching the remote control, she pressed the curtain switch.
But the curtains were only half opened, and Cen Sen half-closed his eyes and frowned, snatched the remote control from her hand and closed it again, then put his arm back around her waist.
"Take your hand..."
Before the word "open" could be said, Cen Sen retracted his hand first, pulled the quilt, and said in a low voice impatiently: "Don't make noise, go to sleep."
——The wrinkled brow reveals that he really dislikes her loudness.
Ba Diao is ruthless, it's him.
Fortunately, Ji Mingshu was not in a hurry to get up, he kicked him lightly, then lay on his side to the other side, and picked up his phone.
The banquet last night was still hotly discussed this morning, but the topic was all about celebrities.
As the absolute C person in the group photo, Su Cheng was mentioned frequently, and some fashion bloggers rated Su Cheng as the best dressed last night, and the comments were mostly praiseworthy words, basically centering around "the queen of the actress makes a shot." , The pheasant walks aside" the theme unfolded.
Ji Mingshu flipped through, and found that all the pictures of Su Cheng were either missing half, or the background was blurred, even the official video released by "Zero Degree".
This is not unusual, after all, Cen Sen has always been invisible in the public eye.
But after what happened last night, everyone in the circle should know that he, the prince of Jingjian, has returned to his heart.
Jingjian is Cen's family business, but the internal factions are quite complicated, and internal fighting has been going on for many years.
In this generation, Cen Yuanchao dominates the whole family, controlling the key construction projects in the red-headed documents and the core revenue of Junyi Hotel Group, and has absolute say in Beijing Construction.
But Cen Yuanchao's physical condition has not been very optimistic in recent years, so the emergency room sent him to the emergency room several times.
With his illness, the west wind gradually picked up, although it would not overwhelm the east wind, but jumping up and down, it really caused a lot of waves in Jingjian.
As the only son of Cen Yuanchao, Cen Sen has a great responsibility on his shoulders, and his ability matches the responsibility. He looks gentle and handsome, humble and gentle, but he is notoriously sharp and clean in his attacks. Among the younger generation, few people dare to beat their opponents directly.
And Cen Sen has always been ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself. In order to unite with the Ji family to suppress Nan Cen's branch, Ji Mingshu, a well-known arrogant young lady in the Beijing and Shanghai circles, also married without blinking an eye.
When the news of Cen Ji's marriage came out, everyone thought it was unbelievable. Many people even thought that the announcement of the marriage was just a stopgap measure, and the wedding would not really come.
However, as the engagement banquet was held as scheduled, Cen Sen was transferred from Huazhang Holdings, a subsidiary of Junyi, back to the group headquarters to serve as the director of the development department.
From the announcement of the marriage news to the time when they returned home after the marriage, the topics surrounding Cen Sen and Ji Mingshu never stopped.
It wasn't until half a year after their wedding that the gossip between the two gradually faded out from the after-dinner conversation.
But at this moment, Cen Sen suddenly proposed to be transferred to Junyihai's department, saying that he wanted to be stationed in Australia to explore overseas markets.
This naturally caused an uproar.
When Cen Sen was just transferred back to the headquarters of Junyi, he launched a sub-brand "Shuiyunjian" with the concept of "hot spring vacation" against all opinions.
At that time, there were very few people who were optimistic about the project. He forced the project to be promoted but could not achieve results in a short period of time. It was inevitable that he was constrained by the group's senior management in other aspects.
But he never gave in, he only wiped out the side branches with a bare blade. With Thunder's means, it can be regarded as "covering the sky with one hand" for a while.
It's really puzzling that Cen Sen suddenly came and transferred overseas to make such a progress.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now when it comes to hot spring hotels, those who can't afford it will subconsciously think of Junyi Shuiyunjian.
The brand impression is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, this is the silent but most direct affirmation.
And Cen Sen quietly returned at this time without making a sound, and everyone's curiosity that had been silent for a long time was inevitably aroused. From last night to this morning, there were fierce private discussions.
Ji Mingshu also received a lot of indiscriminate bombardment. In WeChat, red unread messages were densely packed. Just looking at the preview, you can tell that they are all asking her about Cen Sen's news in different ways.
Gu Kaiyang did not inquire into Cen Sen's mind, and sent a voice teasing early in the morning:
"Not up yet?"
"Boss Cen's kung fu in bed is extraordinary."
Ji Mingshu only clicked on the first sentence, but before she could listen to it, the next sentence was automatically played along with the playback function.
She subconsciously wanted to pause, but the speed of her hands couldn't keep up with the speed of speech. When she pressed it, the voice had just finished playing, and the pause became a replay: "Boss Cen's skill in bed is extraordinary."
There was silence all around, and the banter mixed with the faint sound of electricity was repeated twice, a bit like the confirmation and affirmation that the listener still wanted.
Ji Mingshu pricked up his ears nervously—
The originally even breathing behind him seemed to be broken.
She froze, and stuffed the mobile phone under the pillow in slow motion, her body stretched straight, and her toes curled up unconsciously.
Cen Sen was already awake.
He slept on the left side of the bed, glanced at Ji Mingshu's straight and thin back, and smiled silently.
After a while, he lifted the quilt and got up.
When Ji Mingshu heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the bed, he immediately closed his eyes, but his eyelashes fluttered up and down uncontrollably.
Soon, the sound of footsteps was approaching, and she held her breath for no reason. In just a moment, she simulated several confrontations without losing momentum in her mind.
five seconds.
ten seconds.
thirty seconds.
The footsteps came from far to near, and then from near to far, until the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and Ji Mingshu didn't realize it - Cen Sen didn't even bother to expose her fake sleep.
For some reason, a sullen feeling rose in her heart, she opened her eyes and stared in the direction of the bathroom for a few seconds, then suddenly lifted the quilt, and leaned heavily on the head of the bed as if venting her anger.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a stack of materials on the cabinet over there by Cen Sen. She leaned over and stretched her hand forward with great effort, and it took a long time before she could barely reach it.
"Junyi Group Designer Hotel Development Plan".
Originally, Ji Mingshu was just rambling to vent his anger, but when he saw the title of the cover, his eyes changed unconsciously.
When Cen Sen came out of the bathroom, he saw Ji Mingshu leaning on the bedside and carefully flipping through the documents.
Her nightgown had been ravaged all night, and it was folded up irregularly. Her legs stretched and overlapped, making her look long, straight, and dazzlingly white.
Ji Mingshu noticed his voice, but he still didn't want to take his eyes off the document, and asked while reading, "Jun Yi wants to build a designer hotel?"
Cen Sen said "Yes", raised his jaw slightly, and buttoned the first button of his shirt collar.
Ji Mingshu didn't speak any more, and continued to turn the pages.
She is the only girl in the Ji family's generation. Although her parents died early, her aunts and elders are notoriously fond of her. Marrying into Jingjian Cen's family after graduating from university made her secure the top spot in the celebrity circle in Forty-Nine City.
Her daily routine is to be invited to various parties, and to fly all over the world for vacation, which is envied by everyone in the easy mode of life.
Probably no one remembers that she is actually a high-achieving student majoring in scad room design. She is not a brain decoration but only buys straw bag vases.
"I remember you used to study interior design at Scad, are you interested?" Cen Sen asked suddenly.
Ji Mingshu raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds, never expecting that this cheap husband still remembered this matter.
It took a long time for Ji Mingshu to come back to his senses. She quietly concealed the joy that was exactly what she wanted, and was brewing Na Qiao's rhetoric in her mind. It was like a princess condescending and condescending, rewarding him with face.
But before His Highness the Princess opened the mouth, Cen Sen said, "The hotel will be completed in a while, and I'll have someone take you there for a tour in advance."
...
"visit?"
"Could it be that you still plan to participate in the design?" He didn't even think about it, "No, the hotel is not a place for you to practice."
Ji Mingshu couldn't help but said, "I designed the scene of yesterday's dinner party."
Cen Sen paused, then looked back at her, "So it was you who designed it."
Suddenly realized, but also meaningful.
"What do you mean?"
"It means that you are not allowed to participate."
He put on his watch slowly, lowered his eyes halfway, and finally settled down.
Ji Mingshu was already a little guilty, but when he heard this, his ears turned red, and he immediately sat upright.
"Actually, last night was not my true level!"
She raised her voice eight degrees at once, precisely demonstrating what it means to have no reason but to raise your voice high.
Cen Sen wanted to smile or not, so he raised his brow lightly, and waited patiently for her to explain.
It’s a long story, but yesterday’s dinner had set the theme of “Round Table Party” early on, echoing the inaugural issue of “Zero Degree” ten years ago.
But just as Ji Mingshu finished drawing the blueprints, the group headquarters and sponsors suddenly fell out, and the funds suddenly became tense.
The most indispensable thing in fashion is money. "Zero" refused to simplify the operation, and the group headquarters did not want to allocate more expenses. After a week of arguing, the two sides barely reached an agreement. Dinner parties are put together and held in advance.
In the name of charity, it is obviously inappropriate to play with fashion concepts and party themes, which means that the previous on-site design plan needs to be completely overthrown.
Ji Mingshu hates changes the most, and she has a big air. The last time she made a move was two years ago when she was designing the early spring show for Chrischou's first participation in Milan Fashion Week. In this case, she actually dared to propose a complete overthrow of the design draft. When she heard about it, she directly called the editor-in-chief without any politeness.
Ji Mingshu's original intention was to walk away whoever he likes to do, but he couldn't stand Gu Kaiyang's soft temper, and finally made a new plan.
It's just that time is running out and we have to start all over again. The new plan is somewhat perfunctory. The final scene presented is quite satisfactory, with no shortage of luxury, but it is unrecognizable.
Ji Mingshu himself was not satisfied with the scene last night, but when the words of defense came to his lips, he felt that he didn't make sense. He opened and closed his lips a few times, but didn't say anything, and knelt down on the bed in frustration.
Cen Sen was already dressed and ready to go out. He was not surprised to see that she didn't mention a flower, but his eyes faded. It’s earth-shattering.”