In the end, Ji Mingshu still reluctantly accepted Cen Sen's self-delivered gift from a long distance away, but shyly and joyfully in his heart.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Mingshu was carried into the bathroom. Her face was flushed, her jaw was wet with sweat, and a few locks of hair were stuck to her thin cheeks.
Cen Sen put her into the warm water, and helped her brush away her broken hair. He looked at her with clear eyes, and his voice was always low, with a hint of a smile on his face, "I'm not physically strong, so I need to exercise more."
Without even thinking about it, Ji Mingshu pinched his face, then pressed his face and pushed it away, "You're so annoying!"
Seven points shy and three points coquettish, but there is no literal hate.
In fact, Ji Mingshu knew that her physical strength was not good, but she didn't know that Cen Sen's physical strength was so good that it surpassed her imagination time and time again.
He just arrived in Paris last night, and he returned home this evening. During the period, he also discussed a cooperation with the investor. Even if there were people picking him up and down, he still caught up on sleep on the plane. Running back and forth without stopping is extremely exhausting. of. She thought that the gift-giving process would only take twenty or thirty minutes, but she didn't realize that she underestimated him too much.
The warm water in the bath was gurgling. After Ji Mingshu washed her hair, Cen Sen smoothed it out with a comb, then wrung out the water and put on a dry hair cap for her.
Cen Sen had never done these things before, and now Ji Mingshu only took one step at a time, and his movements were a little rusty.
Fortunately, Ji Mingshu didn't mind, she reached out to stuff the wet hair that was leaking out, glanced back from the corner of her eyes, and couldn't help but secretly raised the corners of her lips.
Ji Mingshu didn't eat at night, and was forced to exercise for several hours. His physical strength was exhausted, and he was even more hungry.
After taking a shower, Cen Sen cooked two bowls of tomato and egg noodles with the remaining ingredients in the refrigerator, and gave Ji Mingshu the last few slices of luncheon meat.
After filling his stomach, Ji Mingshu was also virtuous and virtuous once in a while. He didn't bother him here and there, and just lay on the bed and told him the bad things that happened in the past two days.
In fact, Cen Sen had already heard a specific and detailed real-time report from Zhou Jiaheng, but Zhou Jiaheng's report obviously did not include Ji Mingshu's subjective feelings.
Hearing her sometimes angry and sometimes funny chatter, Cen Sen suddenly tilted his head and said seriously, "I'm sorry."
The curtains in the room are drawn, and the winter night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is as black as wash, and there are rarely a few quiet stars.
Cen Sen took her into his arms, his slender knuckles passed through her soft long hair, his voice seemed to be soaked in the undried hair, a little more gentle than usual, "This time I made you wronged Yes. I promise, there will be no next time."
Ji Mingshu suddenly had a sore nose, although she wanted to hear "I like you" from Cen Sen more than "I'm sorry", but this "I'm sorry" also instantly aroused the grievance in her heart.
Last night's fright and cold teeth like falling into an ice cellar cannot be completely forgotten after waking up.
She is not a celebrity or an Internet celebrity, and she does not need to rely on the likes of fans and netizens to make money, and she has not done any unforgivable bad things, so why should she have a strong heart to face the unreasonable abuse and curses of others.
She didn't want to say "I'm fine", "I'm fine", "I don't blame you", it was obviously his fault!
Thinking of this, Ji Mingshu bit his neck hard, then followed his words and said confidently:
"I'm so wronged!"
"The little fan on the 38th line gave me the posthumous photo! Do you know how ugly the posthumous photo is? Oh, the little fan is quite logical, maybe thinking that I can't die at such a young age, so I returned the posthumous photo I got wrinkled and white hair on it! I'm so mad!"
"It's all your fault! You are a typical person who admits your mistakes with a good attitude but is determined not to correct them. No, you must make it up to me today!"
"Okay, make up."
Ji Mingshu persisted, "How are you going to compensate? I want a plan now, hurry up, don't try to get away with it!"
Cen Sen thought for a while, "Can I open a room for you to set up a studio?"
"… are you human?"
"Compensation is to let me devote myself to work and earn money to support my family?"
Ji Mingshu asked in disbelief.
So did she set too much embarrassment as an independent person before, and now Cen Sen mistakenly thinks that she really wants to be a strong woman? ?
Cen Sen paused for a moment, then thought for a while, "Then how about buying you an island, buy one... where you can see the aurora."
Some time ago, he met Mr. Chang, another investor of the Nanwan project. Mr. Chang used to talk about his wife and children, and he also mentioned that he recently bought a private island for his wife and children abroad, and he planned to build a private island on the island. A villa, and then find someone to maintain the beach on a regular basis. It must be very clean and comfortable to go on vacation in the future.
Mr. Chang also said that if he needs it, he can introduce a safe seller. Some islands have very good sea water and can see the aurora of the Milky Way.
At that time, he deliberately moved, but there were too many things afterwards, and he didn't remember it for a while. Speaking of this compensation now, he was not sure if Ji Mingshu would be satisfied.
It is true that not all women will be blinded by material extravagant pursuits such as money, jewelry, yachts, jets, and private islands, but Ji Mingshu will.
Without a moment's hesitation, she happily responded "Yes", and her attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.
Just now she was so aggressive that she almost hit Cen Sen's face, but now she leaned into Cen Sen's arms gently and pinched his shoulders, her eyes were shining brightly, and she still excitedly asked where the island was, how big it was, and whether she could be independent Naming, how long is the property right, it’s inconvenient for Fang to have a party, wouldn’t it be cold to see the aurora...
Cen Sen is also a very efficient person. Seeing that Ji Mingshu was interested, he contacted Zhou Jiaheng to let him do it.
Zhou Jiaheng did something wrong twice in a row, and he didn't listen to what Cen Sen was going to do with him when he returned home. He was worried about whether he would be able to keep his job.
Now that he came to work, Zhou Jiaheng was suddenly excited, and he crawled out of the bed in a jerk, without shoes on, sitting in front of the computer with glowing eyes, and kept calling and contacting people.
After all, the workplace is like a battlefield. Don't look at him following Cen Sen every step of the way on weekdays like the number one confidant of the president. In fact, the competition for the position is extremely fierce. With so many assistants in the general assistant office watching over him, I wish he could step down early and take over the position!
Thinking that he would soon have his own island, Ji Mingshu smiled, and immediately went to the group to inform Jiang Chun and Gu Kaiyang, and asked them to call him "Aurora Island Owner" in the future.
The two had a rare tacit understanding, and at the same time they uttered the word "nervous".
Jiang Chun also complained: [Can you check what time it is, you will be soaked in a pig cage if you disturb your dream.]
Ji Mingshu: [It's not twelve o'clock, why sleep? I eat and sleep, I eat and sleep. Calling you a goose is really an insult to the goose. Prepare the pig cage for yourself.]
Ji Mingshu concentrated on typing, chatted for a while and put on a posture of playing games to get first blood. Cen Sen couldn't get in the conversation, so he glanced at his phone.
At this point, their small group is still very active, Jiang Che is asking what to give to make his girlfriend happy as the Chinese New Year is approaching.
Cen Sen: [Jewelry, yachts, islands.]
He just succeeded in coaxing people and kindly imparted his experience.
But Jiang Che didn't appreciate it.
Jiang Che: [Why are you so vulgar, can you have something new.]
Shu Yang: [?]
Shu Yang: [I like the vulgarity of Brother Sen.]
Zhao Yang: [It depends on the type of woman. How can it be generalized like surgery? This trick may be good to coax Xiao Shu, but Xiao Squid is definitely not good. She is a little stubborn girl, you can’t talk about money. , You don’t need to talk about new ideas, you have to talk about your heart, I’m right, Mr. Jiang?]
Jiang Che: [Yes.]
Jiang Che: [I gave her a necklace before we talked, she felt that I was humiliating her.]
Cen Sen: […]
He put down his phone and glanced at Ji Mingshu, who was happily sharing his identity as the island owner, and suddenly felt that he was quite lucky.
He pondered for a moment, and then arranged another job for Zhou Jiaheng, asking him to collect more expensive and rare things when he was free, in case of emergencies.
Zhou Jiaheng exuded the human brilliance of "work makes me happy", and he responded repeatedly, and wrote the "right to name asteroids" he heard two days ago into the expensive and rare memo.
In the blink of an eye, it was Xiaonian, the imperial capital was in the middle of winter, and the snow was getting thicker.
In this season, the red walls and white snow of the Forbidden City are full of antiquity. Ji Mingshu didn't like to take part in the excitement of taking pictures, so he went to live in Cen Yuanchao's garden in the suburbs of Beijing for two days with Mr. Cen, Mrs. Cen, and Mrs. Cen Sen.
Cen Sen didn't know what he did wrong, he had been lectured by Cen Yuanchao for the past two days, and each training took half an hour to start, the voice was so loud that she could even hear it when she was standing in the snow viewing corridor taking selfies.
Cen Sen is her sweetheart now, and it hurts a little to be scolded like this. She pretended to be deaf and dumb, and from time to time, when Cen Yuanchao was furious, he would go in and deliver a bird's nest with rock candy, pears, tremella, and bird's nest.
Cen Yuanchao looked worried, after all, it is not good to get angry with her daughter-in-law, every now and then he would wave his hand and let the two of them go out together so they don't show their eyes here!
Ji Mingshu asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? Why is Dad so angry?"
"It's okay." Cen Sen looked normal, and helped her pick off the snowflakes on her head, "It's about work."
Of course Ji Mingshu knew it was a matter of work, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the company every day when the Chinese New Year was approaching, and kept calling when he got home, and never turned off the computer when it was on.
In fact, Ji Mingshu didn't care much about Cen Sen's work before, anyway, he couldn't understand him if he cared.
Moreover, since she graduated from university, she has often heard compliments from her family and outsiders about how capable Censen is at work, how ambitious, courageous and resourceful he is... So she has always tacitly agreed that Censen is omnipotent when it comes to work. And there is no rival.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
In the evening, before Cen Sen came back, Ji Mingshu was in the room preparing New Year gifts for the elders and juniors of Cen Ji's family. She was going to ask Mrs. Cen if Cen Yingshuang and her team went to Germany for research, would she come back for the New Year? But before she reached Mrs. Cen's room, she heard Cen Yuanchao and Mr. Cen talking in the study.
Cen Yuanchao's health is not good, and he doesn't deliberately raise his spirits, his voice is always a little weak.
"... After we've finished the talk, I didn't wait to sign the contract before coming back, so I let A Yang cut me off. I really don't understand what this kid is thinking now!"
Mr. Cen was gentle, "This boy, A-Sen, has his senses, so you don't need to worry about him."
Cen Yuanchao was silent, and seemed to sigh, "It's useless to worry, he has too big ideas, and I can't control him now."