I have to admit that sometimes Ji Mingshu is a woman who is very knowledgeable about current affairs.
The shutters in the office were slowly lowered, and the light was changed from strong white light to soft warm yellow, and the light and shadow were dim.
From the direction of the desk came the rustling of clothes and documents falling to the ground together, as well as a depressing soft whisper.
Ji Mingshu sat on the table, his hands were unable to cling to Cen Sen's shoulders, he fell down several times, and put them back several times.
Thinking that there were people outside, she didn't dare to speak out, with tears in her eyes, she could only bite Cen Sen's neck aggrievedly.
The black hair on Cen Sen's forehead was slightly wet, and his love was deep, he would occasionally whisper something in Ji Mingshu's ear, his voice was low and hoarse, his desire was unbearable, and even his eyes were flushed.
In fact, Ji Mingshu's worries were a little unnecessary. The Chinese New Year was approaching, and most of the employees were on vacation. There were very few people in the Junyi headquarters building, and even fewer people working in the top-level CEO office. In addition, Cen Sen also hung up the "Do Not Disturb" reminder, whoever has no eyes would dare to take a half step closer and listen for half a minute.
But that's right, Ji Mingshu won't come out for a few hours once he goes in, and the assistants who are opposite to the head office don't know how to deal with themselves. You look at me and I look at you, and they can read "broad daylight" from each other's eyes. Doing aerobics is it okay for us here?" The ultimate embarrassment.
When someone called and said that there was a document urgently needed to be signed and approved by Mr. Cen, they said "Mr. Cen is busy" without changing their expressions, and at the same time couldn't help but silently make up some scenes of being too busy, which made it even more embarrassing.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Cen Sen dialed the internal line and calmly informed them to get off work. They wanted to disappear quickly, so they packed up their things and swept them out like a gust of wind.
Ji Mingshu repeatedly confirmed that there was no one outside before he dared to put on his sunglasses and pull up his collar, and followed Cen Sen out in small steps.
Her walking posture was unnatural, as if she could soften at any time, and her knees were slightly red.
It may be that the office play was already enjoyed, and when Cen Sen returned home at night, he didn't bother anymore, and Ji Ming curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly and soundly.
The next day is New Year's Eve, and it is rare for God to show a smiling face after days of heavy snow.
Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen got up very early to go to Ji's mansion.
At noon, the two stayed at Ji's house for a family dinner. During the dinner, the second uncle Ji Rubai brought up the old story again, centered on one core and two basic points, and started the three-year process of raising children after marriage in an all-round way.
"Second Uncle, I'm only twenty-five, why are you so anxious, many girls at my age are still unmarried, and are still in graduate school looking for a job." Ji Mingshu put down his chopsticks and acted coquettishly.
But Ji Rubai doesn't like this, and his ability to think is very good, "It's still 2525, and you will be 26 after this year. And you haven't studied for graduate school and haven't looked for a job, so there's no comparison with others. Besides, does studying for graduate school and looking for a job affect getting married and having children? Sihuai, tell me, is there a lot of girls in your school who are getting married and having children while studying for graduate school?"
Ji Sihuai is Ji Mingshu's eldest cousin, who works in a well-known university in the imperial capital, and has already been awarded the title of associate professor in his early thirties.
He responded with a smile: "There are quite a lot of them, not to mention graduate students, there are quite a lot of undergraduates. Last year, a little girl who was a freshman and a junior wanted me to be her tutor. I watched the little girl's brain work, and her overall quality is also good. , thinking that she could come to my laboratory if she could still go to graduate school, but the little girl went directly to have a baby before she finished her junior year."
After Ji Rubai listened with satisfaction, he looked at Ji Mingshu again with a look of "Did you hear me, what I'm talking about is political correctness".
Immediately afterwards, Ji Rusong, her eldest aunt, second aunt, and other cousins all looked at her in unison, with expressions of "Your uncle is right".
Ji Mingshu took a mouthful of soup, but he refused to swallow it.
Fortunately, Cen Sen spoke out in a gentle voice, and rescued her: "Mingshu is still young, we can make preparations to recuperate the body first, and there is no rush to have a child again in a year or two."
After speaking, he lightly raised his wine glass again, and toasted her uncle, second uncle and cousins.
After Cen Sen said that, it's not easy for everyone to persuade them, after all, squatting at their house every day and thinking about it can't force them to help them make humans.
After finally coping with the situation of Ji's family, I went to Nanqiao Hutong for dinner at night. The elders of Cen's family seemed to be getting along with the elders of Ji's family. , and directly asked when they planned to have children.
However, Cen's family is better than Ji's, because Cen Yingshuang returned home in time for the New Year. She, an older unmarried young woman, rushed to the front line of being greeted by elders, and blocked a lot of bullets for Ji Mingshu.
Night fell after the New Year’s Eve dinner, the TV was turned on, the commercials were full of joy, and the main room of the Cen’s pavilion was full of laughter. After eating, the juniors all ran out of the alley in a hurry, went to the trunk of their cars to carry fireworks, and went to the courtyard. On the way back, they also compared each other whose fireworks were more fashionable and advanced.
Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen talked with the elders in the main room for a while, Ji Mingshu said that he was a bit full at night, and Cen Sen said he would take her out for a walk.
The adults all teased the love between the young couple, Ji Mingshu three times played together, and seventy times he felt sweet from the bottom of his heart, and after a few coquettish words with the elders, he got up and took Cen Sen by his arm and walked out.
The temperature in the winter night in the imperial capital was very low, and there were puffs of white air exhaled in mid-air. The two walked along the narrow alleys and alleys.
In fact, Ji's family used to live in this alley, but when they were in high school, Ji's family moved out. For more than ten or twenty years, this alley still seems to be the same as when I was a child. The people are still the same, and the road is the same.
Ji Mingshu saw the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley, and suddenly pointed to it and said, "Do you still remember?"
Cen Sen looked at her.
"When I was young, my classmates and I often danced with rubber bands here. The rubber band can be disassembled. We often fixed one side to this pole."
"And one time after we were divided into groups, there was one missing person standing there holding a rubber band. Just when you came back from school, I asked you to help me."
"Do you remember that you were so indifferent at that time! You glanced at me with that kind of cold eyes, and went home without humming. I was so angry at that time! I scolded my classmates How about you for a while!"
"Really?" Cen Sen thought for a while, "I don't remember."
Ji Mingshu rolled his eyes at him, and said silently in his heart: There are so many things you don't remember.
She took this opportunity to dig through the old scores for Cen Sen. Counting all the crimes that she used to treat sincerely and sincerely wanted to be friends with him, but in the end he refused people thousands of miles away with a cold face and kept doing stupid things.
Cen Sen listened attentively, but remained quiet all the time, because he really didn't remember much of what Ji Mingshu said.
In the first two years when he first arrived in Nanqiao Hutong, he was still immersed in the world of having his father, mother, and little sister, and he could not escape even when he was called by his name by his classmates at school, and he would always correct him silently in his heart: I am Not Cen Sen, my name is An Sen.
The English teacher asked him gently if he had an English name. If not, she could help to pick one up. He also wrote anson on the registration form without hesitation. This English name has even been used to this day.
Although I don't remember what Ji Mingshu said, but thinking about it, he didn't trust or care about the whole world at that time, and he probably couldn't accept Ji Mingshu's good intentions of "having other plans" at the first glance.
But listening to Ji Mingshu counting his hundreds of childhood crimes, Cen Sen suddenly remembered what Jiang Che said before——
"Do you remember that when you first came to Nanqiao Hutong when you were young, Ji Mingshu liked you so much that he went to visit you with snacks every day."
…
"Why not? At that time, Shu Yang still laughed at her for sticking her hot face to your cold ass every day, and said that she had forgotten Cen Yang so quickly, she had no conscience."
Cen Sen turned his head, "Jiang Che said, when I was young, you just went to Nanqiao Hutong, and you liked me very much."
Ji Mingshu, who was still nagging, suddenly said, "Yeah, that's the kind, out of appreciation for appearance, you understand?" Ji Mingshu didn't deny it, but explained carefully.
"Am I disabled?"
"...?"
"Isn't it? You are still disabled like this, so how will others live?"
Ji Mingshu was never hesitant to praise Cen Sen's appearance, after all, it was also an affirmation of her aesthetics. Even when she started a dispute unilaterally when she first got married, in the end she would say harshly: "For the sake of this face, I'm too lazy to argue with you!"
Cen Sen seemed to smile, and asked again: "Then do you still like me now because of your appreciation of appearance?"
"..."
This kind of cliché is going to be soaked in a pig cage!
The two had already walked to the electric pole at the entrance of the alley, Ji Mingshu's lips were tightly pressed, his little heart was beating wildly, but he just didn't answer.
The cold wind is blowing at the entrance of the alley, and the street lamps on the long street are broken, reflecting the snowflakes that suddenly fall in the middle of the night, and the childish faces of the children on the opposite side who are waving fireworks sticks and laughing happily.
Ji Mingshu was thinking about how to answer when Cen Sen suddenly hugged her from behind, wrapped her whole body in his coat, and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind to forward. The lips were also pressed against her ear, cold and wet, with some itchiness.
Ji Mingshu's face became hot, and he hid for a while.
Speaking of it... this is a bit beyond the scope of conjugal love between married couples. In fact, the previous few times seemed to be a bit...
She had been trying to restrain herself from thinking too much before. One was because she liked it, so she added a lot of filters to Cen Sen's behavior; the other was that she was afraid that if she asked a question, she would get an answer that would disappoint her.
But now she clearly felt that it wasn't her thinking too much.
"Then, then you answer me first."
"Um?"
"You...do you, do you like me?" She didn't stop after she asked, and hurriedly explained to herself, "It's not that I'm narcissistic, or you've been treating me a little too much lately. If you don't like it, it's okay Your fault, because you gave me such an illusion, you know, for example, because I rushed back from Paris earlier, I bought this and that for me... "
"Did you just see it?"