The imperial capital is getting colder every day, and Gu Kaiyang got up at five o'clock in the morning on the day of "Zero Degree" "Decompression Day" Thank You Salon.
She washes and puts on makeup lightly, but it still wakes Ji Mingshu up.
Ji Mingshu sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes, wrapped the small soft quilt tightly, and watched Gu Kaiyang go out with eyes full of envy and nostalgia.
Is it true that she, Ji Mingshu, is not interested in all kinds of parties and salons
No, it's not! party animal never gets bored of socializing!
But it's not that you don't want to be laughed at.
On this dim morning, Ji Mingshu couldn't help recalling the infinite scenery of the number one socialite in Forty-Nine City in the past.
After being sad for herself for thirty seconds, she lay back on the bed, tried to think of a few benefits of staying at home, and then fell asleep again.
At nine o'clock, there was a very slight sound of the key card sensor at the door, and someone pushed the door and entered.
Ji Mingshu didn't wake up, and turned over unconsciously, his small light-colored mouth was smacking, as if he was having a sweet dream surrounded by braised pork ribs.
The living room of the apartment was cramped, and the visitor had already walked to the center of the room in two or three steps. He looked up at the second floor, and from the gap between the wooden railings on the second floor, he vaguely saw Ji Mingshu's sleeping face with his eyes closed.
He walked lightly, stepping up the wooden stairs slowly.
Ji Mingshu slept soundly, but she wasn't without a sense of crisis. The moment someone sat by the bed and wanted to stretch out her hand to smooth her hair—
Just like in a martial arts movie, the villain wants to stab someone while he's asleep, but people can always accurately defraud the corpse the moment the villain shows the knife, and she suddenly opens her eyes.
What caught my eyes was a stern face that I hadn't seen for many days but thought about day and night.
Ji Mingshu stared at it for three seconds, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, muttered something in his sleep, and turned over to the other side.
About half a minute later, she suddenly turned back, staring at the man for a moment, and poked his Adam's apple with her fingers.
Cen Sen.
Live.
"Why are you here."
She was still lying flat on the bed, just woke up now, her voice was soft and hoarse.
Cen Sen lowered his eyes and saw her bare forearm, remembering the bikini photos she had posted for four or five days in a row, his eyes darkened, ""Zero Degree" has an event today, I'll pick you up to join it."
Before Ji Mingshu could fully react, he answered "Oh" in a daze, exerted a little force on his elbows, and wanted to sit up from the bed.
Cen Sen reached out his hand at the right time to help her erect the pillow.
She sat back, leaned softly on the head of the bed, stared at Cen Sen blankly, and was out of shape.
Cen Sen wanted to help her with her hair, but he didn't know how she slept at night. Her hair was messed up and her head was disheveled. Coupled with her dazed expression, she looked like a little lunatic.
She still didn't realize it, but after waking up for a while, she carefully signaled Cen Sen to move away a little bit, "I didn't brush my teeth, don't get so close to me."
"..."
Cen Sen got up as promised, still looking at her.
In fact, he always thought that Ji Mingshu looked better without makeup. Her facial features are smooth and her skin is smooth and fair. When she doesn't wear makeup, she is clear and light, and she still has a rare innocence and childishness.
But seeing him staring at her all the time, Ji Mingshu thought he was drooling because he slept too badly, so he touched the corner of his lips subconsciously.
Cen Sen paused, and finally looked away to look at the time, "Get up now, the stylist is already downstairs."
stylist
After Ji Mingshu's brain restarted, he finally connected to the signal sent by Cen Sen - he was here to pick her up to participate in the "Zero Degree" "Decompression Day" thank you salon.
Sure enough, if you live a long time, you can wait for everything.
Cen Sen is the kind of indifferent and practical person who does not like useless social activities. As far as he remembers, he only went to a few events with her when he first got married, and it was the kind of political and business gatherings where celebrities gathered, and he had to bring genuine cards. The elite hanging event attended by the wife. There are many rules and a strong purpose.
And the salon of "Zero Degree" is obviously for leisure and fun. You don't need to think about it. The people present are all celebrities in the circle who have nothing to do, stars who pose for photos and post announcements or stage performances, and some social media. Forceful internet celebrity.
So what is he going to do? Doesn't he feel that an orthodox overlord like himself who is talking about hundreds of millions is simply not suitable for such a young and fashionable occasion
Seeing that she was silent, Cen Sen asked again: "Or do you need to sleep for a while?"
Ji Mingshu shook his head, and by the way threw out all the off-point things in his mind just now.
Why should she care about whether Cen Sen participates in the salon or not? Now she is still in a unilateral cold war with Cen Sen, and her attitude shouldn't be so friendly!
Her expression changed instantly, and she hugged the quilt and looked at him coldly, "You haven't answered me why you are here, is it the key card that Gu Kaiyang gave you, have you colluded with Gu Kaiyang? Shameless!"
I haven't seen anyone for more than half a month, so I sent a few wechat reports to be perfunctory. Now that I have free time during the Chinese New Year, I collude with her best friend to come over to show my favor. Who knows if it is to coax her back to deal with the Cen family. Fortunately, he still acted like nothing happened this early in the morning, did he think that everyone who has amnesia would follow him and act like nothing happened? Not even a chimney!
And Gu Kaiyang, the plastic little sister who is collaborating with the enemy and treasonously, forget it, and deal with it later.
But just when she was finally ready to fight, Cen Sen sat down along the edge of the bed, looked at her slightly, and said suddenly, "I'm sorry, Ming Shu."
The air was silent for a moment.
"A lot of things I didn't consider your feelings, programs, movies, and hurtful words during quarrels."
"I can't guarantee that I can change my behavior overnight, but I can assure you that I will give priority to your feelings when dealing with matters related to you in the future."
He was very quiet and serious when he spoke.
Ji Mingshu couldn't help being stunned.
She had known Cen Sen for nearly twenty years, and this was the first time she heard a sincere apology from Cen Sen.
The apology came so suddenly that she didn't know how to answer right now, she could only grab the quilt and look at him without blinking.
Cen Sen still stretched out his hand to help her straighten her broken hair, and his body also tilted accordingly. The distance was drawn so close in an instant, that he could almost feel each other's breath.
Ji Mingshu reflexively blushed from the back of his ears, and his heart beat faster than expected.
Cen Sen looked at her closely, and suddenly placed a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was tasteless without lust, and there was a rare tenderness, which even made his voice hoarse and gentle, "Mingshu, come home with me."
Woooooo who can resist this! ! !
Sweet bubbles had already popped up in Ji Mingshu's heart crazily, and the little Canary, who was squatting obediently in the center of the sweet bubbles, nodded wildly like pecking rice.
But her subconscious mind is still constantly hinting to herself: If she stays stable and cannot collapse, the success or failure of her family status in the future depends on it! ! !
"I told you I didn't brush my teeth!"
She pretended to wipe her mouth, lowered her eyelashes, and said in a low voice: "You... If you had this awareness long ago, then I am not unreasonable."
Cen Sen said "um" patiently.
Her heart was beating so fast that she almost tore apart the quilt, but she couldn't help continuing to pull.
"Then... since you have apologized and promised so sincerely, it is not impossible for me to go back, but you said yourself, you have to treat me well in the future, and if you treat me badly and make me ashamed, I really want to..." The word divorce was stuck in her throat, and she didn't want to say it, "Anyway, you just wait and see."
Cen Sen said "hmm" again, and then she said: "During the half month you left, I had someone redecorate Mingshui's cloakroom, and added stairs and elevators to the original cloakroom leading to the third floor. The four guest rooms on the left have been converted into your new cloakroom, and Auntie helped you rearrange them according to the brand and the four seasons, and the brands you like also come to the house and fill up the new ones according to your size."
"I also asked Zhou Jiaheng to contact the high-end workshops, but they all said that the effect would be better if you personally tailor the tailoring."
"..."
Ji Mingshu didn't say anything for a while.
Cen Sen pondered for a moment, then remembered something, "I remember you said before that the yacht at home is a bit small, I ordered an azimut60 for you, I originally planned to order 100 feet, but it is troublesome to enter the port at 100 feet, this one should be enough for you Going to sea for a party in summer."
"..."
Was he suddenly enlightened by the Buddha
Ji Mingshu was in the shock of "this dog man would take the initiative to feed her", and couldn't recover for a long time.
Just at this moment, Cen Sen's phone vibrated.
It was a message from Zhou Jiaheng.
Zhou Jiaheng and the stylist sat in the car downstairs and waited. They didn't dare to go upstairs until they were notified, and they didn't dare to call for fear of interrupting the boss's good work.
But if he didn't do styling anymore, the "Zero Degree" event might be too late, and the stylist kept asking around, so he had no choice but to send a message to ask carefully.
Cen Sen replied "Come up", and without waiting for Ji Mingshu's answer, he lifted the quilt and picked her up horizontally, and went straight downstairs.
Without thinking, Ji Mingshu put his arms around his neck, resting his chin on his shoulder, returning to his senses dully.
There was always a light fir fragrance that smelled good on him, and she took two more breaths, feeling as if she was dying of happiness.
But she didn't dare to laugh, and she didn't dare to reveal her small thoughts in front of Cen Sen. If Cen Sen knew that she liked him, he probably wouldn't bother her so much.
Thinking of this, she had no choice but to find something to say, and secretly poked her strong and independent personality in his ear, "Don't think that a few clothes and a yacht can send me away, I can earn money by myself now, You are not allowed to look down on me from now on."
"Um."
Maybe it was because Ji Mingshu felt perfunctory by answering "um" in such a monotonous way all the time, Cen Sen pondered for a moment, and added in a low voice, "It is my honor to spend money for Mrs. Cen."
Mrs. Cen.
Ji Mingshu couldn't hold back, and hid behind his back, secretly curling the corners of his lips.