At seven o'clock in the evening, after talking about the cooperation and leaving the hotel, Cen Sen stood on the porch and watched the partners leave.
In Star City in the late winter and early spring, the roadside branches are bare and have not yet shown signs of sprouting. It was windy and cold at night, Cen Sen leaned back slightly, and asked, "Is there still no answer?"
Zhou Jiaheng lowered his eyes and replied: "No one answered, but the phone is connected. The driver said that after Madam got there, he asked him to go back first."
The special car drove up the porch slowly, Cen Sen didn't ask any more questions, and just let Zhou Jiaheng open the door for him.
After getting in the car, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes to doze off. In the groggy night, his expression was not very clear.
When I arrived at the community where Ji Mingshu returned to visit, the nearby elementary school had already been quiet, but the square dance troupe was ushering in the occasional bright moment every day.
There are four teams outside the community, with very different types of dances and songs, and the uncle who plays the erhu and sings nearby, the evening art performance successfully spans Chinese and foreign ancient and modern.
Just jump, the key is that they have blocked the gate of the community, and the security guards in the guard room don't know where to be, and the Maybach can't move forward, and can't retreat.
Cen Sen signaled the driver to stop, got out of the car and walked in.
But walking was not very smooth, and within a short distance of 200 meters, he was stopped by three aunts to ask about his marital status.
It was nearly eight o'clock when he got rid of his aunt and walked into the community.
In the old community, the street lamps are not willing to turn on half a lamp, only the windows of each house reveal a little light.
Someone was watching TV, sometimes heart-piercing and sometimes laughing.
Some people only cook at this time, and the sound of cooking is accompanied by the oily smoke wafting out.
Someone is teaching a child to do homework, and you can feel the anger and anger of the child's parents who hate iron and steel from a distance of ten feet.
Somehow, such an environment gave Cen Sen a long-lost sense of familiarity.
——My uncle and aunt talk at home every day that the show is a swindle and a liar, and they can’t even live in it. Except for the home appliances that are given away, they are all beautiful things.
—Miss Ji, I'm really sorry. I know that you designers have designers' ideas, and you are trying your best to meet the requirements we put forward before, but we didn't expect it to be like this.
— This life is life, you see there is not even a cabinet for big quilts in winter, how do you live here? The lamp you got is very pretty, isn’t it? But where the lamp is placed, it is only one square meter. Our house is only big, and it is not very bright where it is placed. It is very obstructive.
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Ji Mingshu sat on the stone bench beside the flower bed, with his arms around his knees, in a state of trance.
In the afternoon, after she saw the unrecognizable renovated house through the anti-theft iron gate, she happened to meet the owner Mr. Wang and his wife returning home from get off work.
They were also embarrassed to see her, but that embarrassment turned into a justifiable complaint after showing her around the house.
She left the fruit basket behind, barely maintained her politeness and left, feeling exhausted all over her body. She didn't want to do anything, didn't want to say anything, and just sat downstairs in a daze.
Her taste has been exaggerated since she was a child. When she went to college, she took design as an elective like many celebrities. Others chose jewelry design and fashion design. In order to show her uniqueness, she chose space design.
Fortunately, she is a good student, and the teacher often praises her for her aura and ideas.
After marrying Cen Sen, she didn't have a job, but she just didn't want to work, and she never felt that there was a problem with her ability to work.
Before running away from home, she wanted to prove to Cen Sen that she could do nothing without him, so she did the show design for Chrischou as she wished, and gained both fame and fortune.
So even today she firmly believed that as long as Ji Mingshu wanted to do well, she would definitely be able to do well.
—Of course, her determination will only end at six o'clock this afternoon.
"Is it cold?"
Cen Sen is clearly mediocre in the subject of consolation, and his opening remarks are neither warm nor tender.
Ji Mingshu raised his eyes, and said slowly: "If it's not cold, you don't plan to put the coat on me, do you?"
"I don't even plan to be cold."
...
Ji Mingshu thought he heard it wrong, what nonsense is this bastard talking about
"If you want to catch a cold, you will have caught a cold long ago, not at this hour and a half."
Ji Mingshu: "..."
It's very strange, she clearly wants to scold people, but she somehow agrees with Cen Sen's ruthless capitalist pragmatism.
So when Cen Sen stretched out his hand towards her, she acted as if she had been swallowed by a gu, and foolishly pulled it up, and obediently stood up from the stone bench.
Cen Sen didn't expect her to be so obedient. Seeing her looking downcast and unhappy, some persuasive thoughts that she had planned on the way when she came here suddenly disappeared.
"The result of the return visit is different from what you imagined?"
He took off his coat and wrapped it around Ji Mingshu's body, then rubbed her head again.
Ji Mingshu originally followed his cold and ruthless train of thought, and he was not so wronged anymore, but he somehow became gentle, and the grievance that had been brewing for most of the night surged out again doubled, and his desire to confide reached its peak in an instant.
"Where is it different, it is simply too different!"
Ji Mingshu babbled on and on, the more he talked, the more uncomfortable he became, "...don't we have to prepare a gift for the owner at the end? Their information says they can play the piano, and there was a piano room at home before, so the gift we prepared is a new piano .”
"The piano is very expensive. At that time, the remaining expenses were not enough, so we had to go to the mall to sell it according to the script set by the program group. I even broke a pair of high heels at the time, but they actually sold the piano!"
"The most important thing is that they said that my design was just for good looks and not practical at all. You didn't see how disgusted their expressions were at that time. You said...you said, is my design really bad? "
Ji Mingshu was so sad that his voice began to choke.
She looked at Cen Sen with tears in her eyes, and after watching for a while, she suddenly grabbed his shirt button and found fault with him.
"You are too bad. You promised to pick me up at seven o'clock, but you didn't arrive until eight o'clock."
"Even Jiang Chun's family, Tang Zhizhou, would kiss and hold him high. You didn't even give me a coat, and you deliberately wanted to make me catch a cold and get sick."
"You don't like me at all, you're a liar!"
When talking about liars, Ji Mingshu's voice was clearly crying. She hugged Cen Sen and wiped his snot and tears on his shirt.
The chest was suddenly soaked with warmth, and Cen Sen couldn't say a word of rebuttal, so he could only pat her on the shoulder lightly, and then rubbed her head.
At that moment, Cen Sen suddenly realized that he had walked into a misunderstanding.
He can indeed throw documents at people mercilessly when employees are frustrated, so that people can go back and reflect on what they can do if they can't resist such a trivial matter.
Because he is the boss, he needs to give people a sense of majesty that can convince him.
But Ji Mingshu is not his employee, but his wife.
His wife was very insecure and dependent on him, and every time he showed a little concern, she got a lot of comfort.
"Stop crying, let's go back and make ribs for you." His voice was low and hoarse.
"Are you human? You, now... still think about ribs!" Ji Mingshu twitched and spoke intermittently.
Cen Sen paused, pondered for a moment and explained, "That's not what I meant. I can make whatever you want."
Ji Mingshu leaned against his chest sullenly, but didn't answer.
Cen Sen didn't say any more, and when Ji Mingshu's sobs subsided, he gently lifted her face, and gently wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit with his slightly rough fingertips. And kissed her reddish eyes.
"Mingshu, I like you, I didn't lie to you."
In the dim night, Ji Mingshu saw his own figure through his clear pupils, and also heard the sound of his heartbeat.
After returning to the hotel, Cen Sen started cooking.
In addition to the fixed column of braised short ribs, Cen Sen also made boiled fish fillets. The smooth and tender black fish fillets are marinated and put into the pot. They are white and tender and piled up in a bowl. Finally, they are poured with hot oil in a small pot, green onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, etc. The spices are mixed with the smell of fish in an instant.
Ji Mingshu's eyes were still red like a bunny, but he swallowed a few times involuntarily while sitting at the dining table.
In fact, she doesn't eat much at night, but being sad also consumes energy, the world is not worth it, and Cen Sen is not worth it, but the short ribs and boiling fish are worth it.
After eating, Ji Mingshu seemed to have regained his energy. He hugged Cen Sen's arm and leaned on his shoulder, reflecting on himself and summarizing his thoughts.
"Actually, I didn't think carefully. You told me before, but the plan was not easy to change at that time. I only changed a few places. I thought it was enough. It was mainly my problem."
"However, this kind of self-occupied design is different from hotels. The positioning of your Junyi hotels is relatively high-end, mainly focusing on comfort and design novelty. I can't suffer from this design. Then The design drawings given to you are all kinds of storage, right, and staying in a designer hotel is not necessary at all, I still have to go with you to inspect the designer hotel to be serious."
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Ji Mingshu talked a lot that night.
Cen Sen also gave her some advice.
In the end, Ji Mingshu was sleepy and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.
Cen Sen picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
After turning off the lights, he lightly placed a kiss on her forehead, thinking of her snot and tears accusing Tang Zhizhou of kissing and hugging her, his heart suddenly softened, and he whispered in her ear Say, "Baby, good night."
After he finished speaking, he wanted to get up, but Ji Mingshu suddenly put his arms around his neck, with a little pride in catching a trick, but also a little sleepy and charming, "I heard it, I heard it! Say it again, hurry up, call me baby!"