The snow in Mingshui Lake fell all night. At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the sound of falling snow became very rapid for a while, and the evergreen trees on the island were bent by the heavy snow.
The sky outside is still dark gray and white, but the reflection of the snow is a bit dazzling. Cen Sen pressed the remote control to close the curtains, and suddenly remembered to apply medicine to the sleeping Ji Mingshu.
It was his first contact with the business of applying medicine, and the technique was a bit heavy and not very proficient. Ji Mingshu frowned in his sleep, and unconsciously kicked him.
He tilted his head away, didn't care about it, and just pressed Ji Mingshu's ankle with a little force. After applying the medicine, he checked the time, unbuttoned his clothes, got up, and walked to the bathroom.
With less than one month to go before the Chinese New Year, Jun Yi's year-end work has entered the final stage, and most of the employees can breathe a sigh of relief, wait for the vacation, and go home to celebrate the New Year.
But as the president of the group, Cen Sen didn't have any so-called holidays. If he had to be busy, he could actually do 365 days a year without a break, just like the two years he was in Australia.
It's just that this year he was uncharacteristically, during the period from mid-January to the eighth day of the new year, he didn't let Zhou Jiaheng arrange any business trips. Years ago, the work arrangement was also relatively simple. You only need to go to the company to handle daily affairs, and then participate in a few occasions for entertainment.
The sound of running water in the bathroom made Ji Mingshu feel dizzy and thought it was raining outside. She turned over, and there was an inexplicable coolness from the swollen and painful place. She flinched, and her consciousness gradually came back amidst the "sound of rain" that finally stopped abruptly.
When she struggled to open her eyes, she happened to see Cen Sen walking out of the bathroom. He raised his jaw slightly and buttoned the first button of his neckline.
Almost without thinking, she immediately closed her eyes, and shivered as she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
It's terrible, Cen Sen's pervert is really terrible. Ji Mingshu now feels that the self he was before last night knew nothing about Cen Sen's pervert!
Abstinence, frigidity, non-existent. This pervert's first payment of public food after returning to China was not as ruthless as last night.
After entering the bathroom last night, she thought it was over, but she didn't expect that the nightmare had just begun. And just waking up this morning, she was held down as an innocent salted fish on the chopping board, dying and dying again and again.
Now she is in a state of lovelessness in which she will never want to braise short ribs in braised pork again in this life. Regret, now very regret.
She was thinking wildly, when suddenly a cold kiss fell on her forehead, her nerves were tense and she dared not open her eyes.
Cen Sen didn't force her, but only explained in a low voice: "I'm going to the company, you don't feel well, don't go out today. Let auntie cook what you want for lunch, and I'll make it for you when I come back tonight."
Ji Mingshu closed his eyes and kept shaking his head, the lower half of his face was huddled in the quilt uselessly, and his voice was soft, "I don't want you to do it."
"..."
He understood and wanted to laugh a little.
"Okay, I'll take care of it myself, hurry up!"
Ji Mingshu started to chase people away, and shrank his head into the quilt again.
Cen Sen didn't say anything more, and helped her pull her broken hair behind her ears, then got up and left.
When he closed the door, his gaze was still on the curled up shrimp beside the bed, and there was a softness in his eyes that he didn't realize.
"55, 56, 57, 58..."
Zhou Jiaheng watched the second hand of the watch move regularly, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him stop suddenly when he counted up to one minute.
One hour and fifty-three minutes.
Well, the boss didn't go out until one hour and fifty-three minutes later than usual today.
Not far away, he saw Cen Sen slightly loosen his shoulders and neck while pressing his finger bones.
As Cen Sen got closer and closer, he quickly got out of the car, opened the rear door respectfully, and reached out to cover the roof of the car for Cen Sen, saying by the way: "Morning, boss."
"morning."
Cen Sen is the kind of high-ranking person who can't show his emotions, but Zhou Jiaheng has been by his side for several years, and he knows him better than others.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, three hundred and sixty days, Cen Sen is very cold-blooded and ruthless, but today his aura is gentle and relaxed, obviously he is in a good mood. Meeting such a day is even more rare than being suddenly notified of a promotion and salary increase.
Zhou Jiaheng was alert. After reporting his work in the car, he laid out a long list of employee benefits for the Chinese New Year, and then quietly mentioned his deducted year-end bonus.
Sure enough, without raising his eyes, Cen Sen replied, "The year-end awards are still issued. If you have anything else, let's talk about it together."
Zhou Jiaheng was a little embarrassed, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you, the boss."
He rubbed his hands together, and said after deliberation: "I really need your help here, don't I have a little nephew who is over six years old? I mentioned it to you, he looks very similar to me, very cute... "
Cen Sen rubbed his eyebrows.
He hurriedly got to the point, "My little nephew was studying in Nancheng before, and then my brother and my sister-in-law wanted to transfer him to the imperial capital, and he still had to go to Qingxiao, which is so difficult to get into..."
Cen Sen raised his hand to interrupt, "I'll answer the call from Bureau Zhao later."
"Hey, thank you, Mr. Cen, thank you, Mr. Cen."
Zhou Jiaheng responded repeatedly with joy.
Qingxiao is not an ordinary elementary school, even if he himself has a three-point face in front of Zhao Bureau, he can't guarantee that he will be able to get things done. But if Cen Sen were to say hello instead, there would naturally be no problems before and after.
However, if it was an ordinary day, he would be too embarrassed to talk to Cen Sen.
Tens of millions, tens of billions, and tens of billions of projects are still waiting in the queue. It's really strange that he put aside such a trivial matter as helping a child transfer another school.
And when it comes to Cen Sen, he will probably look at him with a look of "have you earned enough money and want to go home for the elderly?" How could he be as easy to talk as he is now.
Zhou Jiaheng silently thanked Ji Mingshu back and forth a hundred and eighty times in his heart, and mentioned very gratefully that there was a private collection auction a few years ago, in which several sets of jewelry were so rare, which set was suitable for the elders, which ones Which set is suitable for the younger generation, and which set is suitable for the wife.
Cen Sen leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest. For some reason, his mind was full of the tender image of Ji Mingshu crooning under him last night.
He rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, and his voice became hoarse, "Take it down."
Bentley arrived at the Junyi headquarters building thirty minutes later, and Cen Sen started another day of busy work.
On the other side, Ji Mingshu woke up and fell asleep, and didn't fully wake up until evening.
—Before this, she never thought that she would spend the first day in bed after returning home.
After last night's silence, Gu Kaiyang naturally guessed what Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen did something indescribably embarrassing. She pretended to be a hero in the group early in the morning, and she didn't see yesterday's collaborating with the enemy and treason. .
ten o'clock in the morning—
Gu Kaiyang: [Ji Mingshu, sister, when will you come to carry your luggage? Still moving or not? If I don’t move these Hermes, I’ll just accept it, okay?]
three o'clock in the afternoon—
Gu Kaiyang: [Sister? ? ? still not awake? ? ? Can't get out of bed because of your husband? ? ?]
Jiang Chun: [? ? ?]
Jiang Chun: [Quadratic Confused.jpg]
Jiang Chun: [Guyan Guyu is too scary!]
Jiang Chun: [Mom, I want to quit the group! ! !]
Jiang Chun: [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L L L L A L L L L A A P H E N]
Gu Kaiyang grinned, looking like a mother showing you the world with malicious intentions.
Jiang Chun, the little local goose, was also not firm in his will. Xiaomeng's new ethics persisted for less than five minutes, and he was completely brainwashed by the gossip.
In the evening, when Ji Mingshu opened the chat message, the group started with Jiang Chun's sentence "Mr. Cen seems to be quite indifferent" and continued to chat in the direction of the ban. More than 400 gender topics were thoroughly explored.
During this period, Mr. Gu Bian also frequently uttered golden sentences—
"Half of the men in Mingsao are really flirtatious and the other half are elementary school dicks, but 90% of the men in Mensao are lustful."
"Mr. Cen is a man who looks like he is doing great things, and he is full of tricks."
"Ji Mingshu doesn't eat and doesn't exercise. I'm afraid she doesn't have enough physical strength. I just checked it with my eyes. She probably won't be able to get out of bed for three days and three nights."
Ji Mingshu was silent, slandering in his heart: She can get out of bed now, but she just doesn't want to, okay? ! Haven't you heard that there are only exhausted cows and no plowed land!
But Gu Kaiyang's first two sentences are quite correct... This pervert Cen Sen is really lustful.
She and Cen Sen have been married for a long time, and they didn't seem to be very shy when they were married, because they were both shady and stereotyped, so they almost had to sleep. But last night he actually leaned over... And then deliberately carried her to the mirror, slowing down his movements to coax her to look!
Recalling the details, Ji Mingshu suddenly grabbed the quilt and covered his head again, his whole body flushed with embarrassment.
Since last night had left Ji Mingshu with a severe physical and mental shock, she was in no mood to care about the latest developments after Li Xiaolian's salon, nor was she in the mood to clean up Gu Kaiyang.
The producer of the "Designer" program group sent a message asking her to forward the Weibo of tonight's program, and she also responded with a "yes" with great enthusiasm. From real people to WeChat, there is a kind of peace & love. Very white lotus.
Ji Mingshu usually doesn't play Weibo very much, he only reads the news and likes it, and occasionally ends up helping Pei Xiyan tear it apart.
It was the program team who took the trouble to send messages, so she barely authenticated the pornography of an interior designer, and her name was changed from the string of characters that she pressed her face on the keyboard to the well-behaved "Ji Mingshu".
There were only a few hundred fans on her account, half of them were zombie fans who advertised, and the other half were plastic flowers playing Weibo in the circle who insisted on mutual relationship.
After the certification was passed, the program team bought her 30,000 fans, and specially notified her in a "thank you" tone. She didn't have much to say at that time, and she didn't even reply to the news.
At the moment, she posted on Weibo and interacted with the program official Weibo, forwarded Weibo, and then went offline directly. She didn't even read the new fans and new private messages. All she could think about was Cen Sen's return tonight. Will she continue to torment her, is Cen Sen taking any medicine, how she faces Cen Sen is more natural...
It didn't come to fruition, but it turned out quite as she wished—tonight Cen Sen had to meet with a long-term real estate owner temporarily. He came from afar to pay a special visit. Hard to say.
After reading the message from Cen Sen, Ji Mingshu only replied "Yes", and then exited the chat interface. But three seconds later, she suddenly clicked in again, and swipe forward to scroll through the chat history for a while.
Strange, when did this dog man get into the habit of reporting his itinerary to her? But it's a good habit, well, to keep.
So Ji's Shushu stayed alone in the vacant room at night, and simply admired the newly expanded cloakroom. At eight o'clock, she turned on the TV to watch the premiere of "Designer".
She guessed that it was Cen Sen who greeted the program team again, she was not cut off, and the lottery grouping and the lottery plan at the beginning of the chapter all had scenes of her.
Although there are not many shots, every shot is beautiful, as if it has an apple light, and the whole person is stunningly beautiful and outstanding, which sets off the gaudy girl idol Yan Yuexing and the thirty-eight-line Xiaolong suit next to her.
She didn't know that there were gossip forums discussing it at the moment—in the past, she only thought that actors and idols had a relationship, but she didn't expect amateurs and idols to have a relationship.
Ji Mingshu was quite satisfied with the photogenic effect. He watched while eating grapes, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.
How do you feel that the broadcast content and the recorded content at that time, the sequence of many links and even the order of speech are not the same.