Chapter 705 It’s good to be a salted fish
Ye Zhen always felt that today was an indescribably sunny day.
He didn't speak, and lowered his head to look at the report in his hand. On the surface, he looked very attentive, but in fact, Ye Zhen kept thinking about the mistakes he made when he just reported.
In fact, when he was reporting to the CEO today, he "accidentally" discovered the "traces" on his own CEO.
Thinking of the ambiguous red marks that spread from the other party's neck to his strong chest, Ye Zhen was not completely sure again.
"Tezhu Ye? Which floor are you on, let me press it for you." The person who was already waiting in front of the elevator spoke in a friendly manner.
But Ye Zhen was too immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't reply for a long time after the other party finished asking.
"... Special Assistant Ye?"
Until the third time Ye Zhen was called, the other party slowly recovered and smiled at the employee very apologetically.
Ye Zhen was a little annoyed. "I can go to the third floor, thank you."
"Okay." The employee nodded quickly.
Although it seems that it’s okay to be in a daze, in the eyes of people who observe gossip, whether it’s the CEO who is very happy today, or the special assistant who is in a daze from time to time, there are obviously special stories.
Little did he know that Ye Zhen was annoyed by his mistake in reporting, while Huo Yichen would put down his work from time to time and send a message to his wife.
【How does Jojo feel? Is there any discomfort in the body? 】
Similar messages are sent every few minutes, more of a daily chat, but it can also be seen that the man is in a happy mood.
The pen turned a corner in Huo Yichen's hand, and then wrote a signature very rhythmically, smoothly and gracefully.
Huo Yichen had signed the contract, but his mind was still on Murong Qiao, planning to wait for the lunch break later, and skip work to buy the pastry he likes very much.
After all... He can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.
Huo Yichen thought of this, and then sent a message to Ye Zhen, asking the other party to prepare the car and go out later.
Maybe it's Huo Yichen's good mood today. Today's weather is also mild and cool. People can't help but feel that it's a good day for shopping.
The color of the sky has reached a real blue, and then it is mixed with a few clouds floating everywhere and then separated. If you are lucky, you can occasionally see the polar line brought by the jet exhaust.
Seeing how the sun was just right outside, An Nuo pressed on the sun hat, couldn't help but took a photo, and called Murong Qiao.
The other side was quickly connected, but An Nuo vaguely heard a throbbing sound.
"...Jojo?" She swallowed what she wanted to say, and concerned about the person on the other end of the phone with doubts on her face.
Murong Qiao took a deep breath, "I'm fine, Annuo, tell me."
If she had to say it herself, she is so sore now that even holding a mobile phone is a bit of a torture, it would be too painful.
Perhaps she feels that this effect is a bit exaggerated, but it is like a piece of paper that has been rubbed repeatedly, leaving countless lines of text, and the toughness of the paper has been stretched to the extreme—
"I don't have anything to do, but today the crew is wrapping up. Do you have time to go out for a walk?" An Nuo mentioned what he wanted to say just now, but after he finished speaking, his tone was always a little bit disappointed. "It's been a long time since we played together..."
It's hard to blame anyone, Murong Qiao is busy with company affairs every day, and after An Nuo's career has been promoted step by step, he has never lost resources such as scripts and variety shows on hand.
Coupled with the fact that the two hadn't noticed that they were together, there was no chance to meet each other.
"Today, it might not work." Murong Qiao slowly sat up from the bed.
Just this one action, she already didn't want to move anymore.
It is also good to be a salted fish under the blanket.
Such thoughts emerged in Murong Qiao's mind that could be said to be bad.
Suddenly there was a sound at the door. It seemed that Huo Yichen had returned. Murong Qiao simply talked to An Nuo first, then hung up the phone, and got up to welcome him home.
There are only the two of them who have the keys to the apartment. At this moment, Huo Yichen is standing at the door with the snacks he bought, taking off his coat and changing his shoes.
"So you came back so early today?" Murong Qiao raised his head from the side of the corridor.
Huo Yichen raised the beautifully packaged bag in Yang's hand, "I brought the dim sum you like."
He wanted to say something, but in the next second, he saw Murong Qiao walking over, his bare feet stepping on the floor, and he even felt that the red surrounding area was caused by whether the temperature was too cold.
"Bare feet will catch cold, Qiao Qiao." He knelt down helplessly, and took out a pair of fluffy slippers for Murong Qiao to put on.
Just last night, there was a cold night wind blowing by the river, it's hard not to make people feel that she can escape the sanction of a cold.
Murong Qiao didn't forget to defend while wearing shoes. "There is obviously an air conditioner in the room."
"I'm staying at home in the afternoon, is there anything you want to eat?" Huo Yichen put the bought things on the table in the living room, "You can go out to buy ingredients later, and I asked my third brother some time ago what you like recipes to eat."
"You never called him so close before." Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows when he noticed the change in his address.
Huo Yichen nodded calmly, "By the way, he called it that way when we were exchanging cooking skills, but he didn't think it was a big deal."
Now that Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao are locked up, it is a matter of opinion of the brothers, so the brothers still accept Huo Yichen well.
Especially when Murong Chuan was asked by Huo Yichen about cooking, he was willing to study hard and was talented, even if the factors related to his younger sister were excluded, if he met such a talented student, Murong Chuan would like it very much. .
While the two were talking, Murong Qiao also helped Huo Yichen share a little of the work at hand.
Originally, the two of them were not neighbors, and usually lived with Murong Qiao. Huo Yichen seldom went back to his own room. Now that the window screen paper was broken, it can be said that Huo Yichen came here even more unscrupulously.
He even asked a very efficient person to install a door between himself and Murong Qiao's residence, so that he wouldn't have to go back and forth to get things from the door in the future.
After Murong Qiao knew that Huo Yichen would not return to the company in the afternoon, he unceremoniously ordered a few dishes that he liked very much, so he made an appointment with Huo Yichen to go out shopping together later.
is the mark on the neck...
Murong Qiao looked at the red marks on his neck in the mirror, and finally came to the conclusion that he could only wear high-necked clothes today, and couldn't help but glared at the culprit next to him.
Last night was probably too crazy, so that Murong Qiao couldn't pick out a piece of intact skin from all over her body. Even at an angle she couldn't see, behind the neck covered by her hair, the traces of a night were still shocking.
But that wasn't for her.
Huo Yichen calmly walked behind Murong Qiao, helped him comb his hair, then tied a half-high ponytail and scattered part of the hair behind his head on his shoulders, and then pretended to "inadvertently" reveal a little trace of the back of his neck.
Secret and strong possessiveness occupies such a private corner, a warning reserved for those who pretend to be.
He doesn't mind his precious treasures shining brightly, but he doesn't allow anyone to take away this treasure that only belongs to him.
