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The price of late-night indulgence is that Jiang Ying is dizzy the next day, the coffee is not working, the temples are throbbing, and the efficiency is low throughout the day.
When she was too sleepy, it was the gossip in the office that saved her.
It was said that the newly promoted beauty was very skilled. Director Hu was so coaxed that he gave her a down payment for a small apartment in a good location. The housing market in Zebian is sky-high, and no matter how small the apartment type is, it is still a huge sum. So he angered the red flag in the director's house. The director's wife is not a simple person either, holding a lot of shares in the firm. If she intends to compete with her husband, the senior management of the firm may change. But even if there is a change, it's none of their business, these little shrimps, they just need to stand and talk without hurting their backs.
Jiang Ying was dizzy, she became sober after hearing this, but the only information she extracted from such a big news was: Men are really bad things!
So she angrily exploded many emoticons of Meng Jingshu.
He called her immediately after seeing it and asked her what was wrong.
Jiang Ying squinted her eyes and said, "You react so quickly, you're sober, you're not sleepy at all."
"Is it" He figured out her tone, paused, and changed his words, "A little bit."
It's useless to change her words, she already understands it very well. This man needs shorter sleep time than her, and often when she gets up with dark circles under her eyes, he is already fully dressed and in good spirits. Therefore, after every fierce battle, she is the only one who is tasting the consequences.
She said angrily, "I'm so sleepy that I can't even read clearly. I should work overtime tonight until midnight. I won't play with you, huh!"
Hang up after speaking in one breath.
Looking back, Xiaoman was dumbfounded: "You have never seen such a fierce look before, I have to get to know you again" She shook her head and sighed, "I would never talk to my boyfriend like this"
Jiang Ying rolled her eyes at her.
The culprit deserves what he deserves.
Both of them had to work overtime at night, and Jiang Ying really made it later than Meng Jingshu. When it was over, he came to pick her up and said that she had already arrived downstairs. Jiang Ying excused that she needed to print out the materials, then turned off the lights and locked the door. She lingered for a while and deliberately asked him to wait.
In fact, she was leaning on a chair and browsing the forum.
Just as I was looking at the pick-me-up stickers of the wives of major directors with great interest, I suddenly heard a burst of unhurried footsteps approaching.
She turned her head to look at the door, and the tall and straight figure of the visitor appeared outside the glass door.
He looked at her and knocked on the door calmly.
Benedict, Benedict.
Twice.
Her heart was pinched twice like QQ candy.
She didn't respond, and Meng Jingshu pushed the door open and entered.
The link that Jiang Ying clicked a few seconds ago has been loaded, and it will start playing in due course:
"A few days ago, the thirteenth xx Film Festival came to a successful conclusion. At the opening ceremony, the famous director xx, his wife, and the famous actor xxx watched the ceremony together. I saw that the two were inseparable throughout the whole process, and their love was added. I really envy others"
Seeing this, Meng Jingshu raised his eyebrows lightly.
Well!
was caught.
Jiang Ying blinked, showed him the phone, and tried to change the subject: "Look, isn't she beautiful? Is she a dignified lady that all men will like?"
Now Meng Jingshu can occasionally guess a little bit of her little thoughts.
He glanced at it and said, "It's beautiful. But what I like is children who are quarrelsome."
"" Jiang Ying blushed like a rotten tomato.
He smiled, squeezed it with his hand, and asked, "Do you want to print it, kid?"
"snort."
Jiang Ying's table was already packed, she got up and turned off the air conditioner and lights, and quickly closed the door to leave.
The sensor lights in the aisle went out, and then turned on again.
Meng Jingshu shook her hand, she pulled it out, shook it again, and pulled it out again.
He stopped and looked at her.
She returned a provocative look.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her eyelids, taking advantage of her unpreparedness when she closed her eyes, he grabbed her hand and put it in the palm of his hand, clasping his fingers tightly, unable to move. Now she's finally at peace.
When she came to the elevator, she suddenly said, "Let's take the stairs, it's only three floors."
Naturally, Meng Jingshu had no objection.
Opening the fire door, Jiang Ying stomped towards the dark stairs, suddenly brightened.
The two people's uneven footsteps gradually merged into one, echoing in the empty corridor.
In fact, they have to go to the parking lot on the first floor, which should be four floors in total.
He seemed to understand something again.
He looked at his watch, it was past ten forty.
He said: "GingerAfter eating, he looked at her with unsatisfactory eyes.
"Two more bowls?" he asked.
He finished the soup, his pale thin lips were flushed, and his stern face was also stained with fireworks.
Jiang Ying couldn't help laughing: "I can't eat that much, you can have another bowl and eat it yourself."
He was a little regretful: "Then don't want it."
Jiang Ying wanted to rub his head.
"Then I want another bowl. We will share it. I will eat less."
He nodded quickly.
When sharing the third bowl of small wontons, the corners of Meng Jingshu's mouth kept curling slightly, showing that he was in a good mood.
He told Jiang Ying that he was going on a business trip tomorrow to attend a seminar in city b.
Jiang Ying's first reaction was: It's a holiday! I can finally sleep well!
She immediately asked, "How long have you been going?"
The surprise is beyond words.
The corner of Meng Jingshu's mouth was pressed down immediately: "Two days on the weekend."
"Ah~ it won't be long~"
He put down the tableware: "I'm not here, are you happy?"
Jiang Ying smiled: "Not really."
"You are just happy."
It can be coaxed, but it is not necessary.
Jiang Ying: "Hee hee."
Meng Jingshu booked a flight ticket for tomorrow night, and went directly after finishing work at the company. So he went home and took a shower, and he started packing.
The clothes for the two days were very light. He picked out the clothes in three or two minutes, and then he kept rummaging around for something. He searched all over the room without saying a word, but Jiang Ying deliberately walked up and down in front of him, but he ignored him. Just like that when he came out of the wonton shop, sulking with her.
He walked around like a headless chicken for a while, but Jiang Ying couldn't stand it anymore, and asked him, "What are you looking for?"
He moved his gaze over, somewhat reluctantly: "Do I have a tablet with you?"
"Ah, yes." She was fascinated by a few small games on the tablet, and Meng Jingshu didn't care what information was in it, so he threw it to her to play. During this period of time, she ran out every day, fearing that she would get sleepy and sit at the wrong station, so she put it in her bag and took it out for recreation and refreshment.
"If you ask earlier, you don't need to look for it." She wanted to laugh a little, but she didn't laugh with the mask on her face, and her voice was stiff, "It's at the entrance, in that larger black satchel."
"Oh." He turned to look for it.
When it's time for the mask, Jiang Ying goes to the bathroom to wash his face. After washing, he was about to study whether there were any miraculous changes in his skin, when he heard Meng Jingshu's heavy footsteps, coming back from the outside.
"Jiang Ying." His voice was soaked in frost and snow.
She was startled suddenly: "What's wrong?"
He searched for the sound and came to the bathroom, his face was paler than ever, and his lips were also pale.
"what is this."
He was holding something in his hand.
It is discarded hay, and there are a few words printed on the plastic bag of the package: Zebian University College of Agriculture. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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