Cen Sen is obviously not a man who can turn on the nasty mode anytime and anywhere, at least for now it is difficult to turn it on when Ji Mingshu is awake.
He kissed her on the lips like a dragonfly, said goodnight again, and planned to go to bed.
But Ji Mingshu was not easy to be fooled, she hugged his neck and refused to let go, her delicate nose was also wrinkled, she insisted on hearing him shout again.
Cen Sen's eyes were dark, and his eyes lingered from her loose curly hair all the way to the slipped suspenders.
Soon, he leaned over and kissed warmly again, this kiss was more aggressive than before.
It was too late when Ji Mingshu realized it, glared at him twice, and struggled with his hands and feet, but finally softened into a puddle of water under him.
When the tide was surging, she seemed to hear such an intimate and low-pitched "baby", but at the moment her mind was blank, and she couldn't be sure if it was an auditory hallucination.
She only remembered that her little bones were knocked to pieces early on, and she was forced by Cen Sen to call out "husband" many times in a broken and whimpering manner.
In the early morning of the next day, the sun shines through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows into a piece of warm golden color, and there is an ambiguous sweetness in the air.
Ji Mingshu's body was sore, and he felt as if he had no bones when he got up, and he was leaning on Cen Sen's body.
Even brushing her teeth, she leaned in his arms, half-closed her eyes, humming and acting coquettishly.
"Toothbrush, take it." Cen Sen put the toothbrush filled with toothpaste in her hand.
She refused to answer, "I don't have the strength, it's all your fault, I can't even lift my hands."
Cen Sen: "..."
Ji Mingshu: "Otherwise, you can brush it for me."
Cen Sen looked down at her, "Swipe by yourself, I'm going to be late."
"Then I won't use it." It was obvious that he was playing a rogue.
Cen Sen was silent for a few seconds, "Open your mouth."
She didn't hold back, showing a triumphant smile, but quickly suppressed it, and opened her mouth obediently, like a beautiful and lazy little puppet cat, nestling in the arms of its owner, waiting for its fur to be smoothed, and stretching out its mouth from time to time. The little paws interact with their owners.
Cen Sen, the master, also showed all kinds of patience, brushing his teeth, washing his face and combing his hair, taking care of him step by step.
In fact, at first his movements were jerky and uncomfortable, but when he saw Ji Mingshu sniggering in the mirror, his resting patience slowly rekindled, and he became more interested in these trivial and ordinary kisses.
When Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen were sticky in the room, the high-level executives who accompanied him from the imperial capital were already waiting in the VIP lounge outside the room.
In the morning, Cen Sen will go to Junyi Shuiyunjian in Star City with these group executives to inspect, because there will be a high-level tourism summit forum held at Shuiyunjian Hotel in the future.
With a minute left before the appointed time, the door to the suite finally opened. Everyone got up and arranged their clothes, planning to pay attention to Cen Sen halfway down the corridor.
But a minute passed, all the staring salute was given to the air, no one was seen at the door, but the woman's coquettish voice fell into everyone's ears clearly.
"Kiss, don't let go if you don't kiss!"
…
"Well, then kiss again!"
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"No, I'm so sleepy. I haven't slept for a few hours. I'll draw when I wake up."
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The older executives had never seen any scenes, and they all looked like old monks who were in meditation.
The younger ones are thin-skinned, afraid to look or listen, so they can only adjust their cuffs and skirts from time to time, and the atmosphere was once very awkward.
Ji Mingshu didn't know that someone was waiting outside, so he hurriedly tied Cen Sen's tie, and went to open the door for him. Seeing that there was still a minute left, she half hung on him and acted like a baby, asking for a good morning kiss.
After she got her wish, she pushed Cen Sen out. Still hugging the door, poked out half of his head, and waved goodbye to him.
It's okay not to probe, but after this probe, Ji Mingshu's whole body became stiff, and some kind of unspeakable embarrassment rushed from the bottom of his feet all the way to the top of the sky.
Ji Mingshu: "..."
Cen Sen: "..."
All high-level officials: "..."
Zhou Jiaheng didn't know if he didn't sleep well last night or what, his mind seemed to be muddled early in the morning.
From the moment the door opened and he heard the sound, he just stood there dumbfounded, without thinking of any remedial measures.
Seeing Ji Mingshulu showing half of his head at this moment, his brain twitched, and he even stood at the front and bowed to her, "Good morning, madam."
The high-level officials came in without knowing it, and immediately bowed and greeted: "Good morning, madam!"
The greetings were uneven, old and young, like a group of grass-roots teams who were forcibly demoted.
But the only response to them was the sound of the door closing heavily, "Bang!"
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Ji Mingshu never expected that she complained in the group for a long time, "How did Zhou Jiaheng get involved with the chief assistant?" Someone outside of me must have deliberately wanted to see me get embarrassed." After that, not only did he not get the expected comfort and unanimous complaints from the outside world, but he was also crazily ridiculed by the two plastic sisters.
She felt that her young bird heart had been hurt by 999 points again, so she posted a circle of friends very glass-heartedly: [The world is not worth it.]
Cen Sen: [But the short ribs are worth it.]
"..."
Does he need to work
Why are you so free? ?
blocked.
What happened this early in the morning was really too embarrassing, as long as Ji Mingshu thought of that scene, his heart stopped beating and his breathing stopped, so naturally he was in no mood to continue sleeping.
She drew a sketch in front of the computer for a while, but without inspiration, she slumped back and continued to use her phone.
She swiped her phone at this moment and found out that An Ning also left a message on her Moments. Compared with other monsters and goblins, the sentence "What's wrong with sister" that An Ning left seems very innocent and ignorant.
She found An Ning in the list, and explained to her that she was just joking and nothing happened.
In fact, when she arrived in Star City, Ji Mingshu thought that Cen Sen would take her to see Chen Biqing and An Ning, but Cen Sen never said anything.
It seemed that going to An's family for dinner was just a meal, and he didn't intend to reunite with the old family after many years.
Ji Mingshu and An Ning chatted casually.
An Ning accidentally mentioned that their school will hold a sports meeting recently, so she followed the conversation and asked, "Have you participated in any sports?"
An Ning: [No, I have congenital heart disease and cannot participate.]
Ji Mingshu: [Congenital heart disease?]
An Ning: [Yes.]
An Ning: [Actually, my parents agreed to return brother Cen Sen to the Cen family because they wanted to raise money for my medical treatment. It seems that brother Cen Sen never forgave his parents because of this incident.]
Ji Mingshu didn't know much about what happened back then, thinking that the Cen family was so powerful that the An family couldn't stay, so he was forced to agree to the exchange.
Now it seems that this exchange was not forced, but that they gave up their non-biological son in order to save their biological daughter.
She seemed to suddenly understand why Cen Sen was so obsessed with this.
After An Ning finished posting this sentence, she seemed to think it was not particularly appropriate, so she carefully changed the subject.
Ji Mingshu also felt that he was not suitable to talk about this topic with An Ning, so he only cared a few words along with her condition.
Thinking of the floor where they lived, she asked again: [Didn't Cen Yang come back? It's not convenient for you to live in the old community, why don't you move to the imperial capital with him.]
It took An Ning a long time to reply: [I don't know brother Cen Yang very well.]
Ji Mingshu remembered what Cen Yang said, and was a little unsure for a moment: [Didn't he ask you if you want to move to the imperial capital?]
An Ning hesitated for a while, then answered cautiously: [I asked, but it should be just a polite way... We rarely talk.]
Ji Mingshu understood, so he didn't ask any more questions.
She and Cen Yang have not been in touch for a long time, especially after he cut off Cen Sen's project investment during the Chinese New Year.
In fact, she also vaguely understood that Cen Yang was probably not as free and easy as he showed in front of her, but she was also unwilling to make any malicious speculations about Cen Yang.
Anyway, for business competition or something, it's better to leave it to the men to have a real duel.
Ji Mingshu pulled himself together and sat up again to draw pictures for a while.
Don't look at Cen Sen, who often has a serious and indifferent face, but in fact, he still has a talent for being a life mentor in his bones.
She felt that the design suggestions he gave last night were all reasonable, and they were the kind that could be seriously thought about while squatting on the toilet.
Cen Sen said that what she studied in school was high-end design, and the cases she had been in contact with in the past were all artistic creations that focused on the pursuit of design beauty.
There is a specialization in art, but in fact, she doesn't need to worry about the failure caused by her lack of expertise. As long as she can draw a little creative inspiration related to the temperature of life from this failure, it is enough.
Thinking of something, she took another stack of white paper from the side, and manually wrote down the flash of inspiration just now.
While Ji Mingshu was busy drawing pictures in the hotel, Cen Sen had already left from Shuiyunjian, and rushed to Linshi to attend an industry conference without stopping.
The meeting lasted until 5:30 in the afternoon, and there was a dinner party after the end.
Cen Sen was going back to Star City, so he left on time at eight o'clock and did not participate in the transition.
Before getting on the highway, there were some strange vibrations on the road.
The driver felt bad, and after asking for instructions, he slowed down and stopped, leaned against the side of the wide road, and turned on the double flashing lights.
Driver: "It's a bit like an earthquake, but it shouldn't be here. It should pass in a while."
Zhou Jiaheng received an instant message, "A magnitude 5.8 earthquake occurred in Xingcheng."
Without saying a word, Cen Sen called Ji Mingshu.