"Morning, Hante senior!"

"Good morning, senior Lin Jingxuan. ”

"Good morning, everyone....... ”

Early in the morning, Zheng Hante and Lin Jingxuan, who met in the parking lot, sorted out their clothes, and walked towards the interior of the building with a smile and a smile amid the polite and smiling greetings of the colleagues around them.

"Senior, I think this new director is actually not a bad person. Zheng Hante, who was naturally one step behind Lin Jingxuan, finally smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of his clothes, and then looked up and smiled at Lin Jingxuan.

"Well, it's not you who suffered yesterday, right!" Turning his head and glancing at Zheng Hante angrily, Lin Jingxuan couldn't help but remember the appearance of Assistant Huang slapping the table and scolding him angrily last night, and he couldn't help but have goosebumps on his body.

"Ahem, senior, why did you say that the director was alone with the baby, why didn't you see the director's wife, did you say that you were divorced... Being complained by Lin Jingxuan, Zheng Hante coughed twice in embarrassment, changed the topic again, and immediately showed a gossip expression on his face.

"Young and promising, a little rich second generation has normal habits, even if it is divorced, it is over. "Seriously, Lin Jingxuan is also very curious about the situation of the new director alone with a child.

In other words, there is no one in the company who is not curious! It's just that everyone tacitly chooses to pretend not to know, after all, you can't ask people directly! And the other party is still your boss.

If I really had to choose, I would like to choose to believe that the wife of the Cheng Council may have passed away, but I saw yesterday that the Cheng Cheng seems to love the child very much. Seeing that Lin Jingxuan agreed with his conjecture, Zheng Hante became entangled and muttered.

As Zheng Hante's muttering fell, the two of them, who had already walked outside the door of IU's studio, heard several sneezes suddenly sound in the studio.

When the two walked into the studio, they saw Zhi'en wearing a white long jacket, holding a tissue to cover his nose.

"Morning, little ancestor, is this a cold?"

"Ahh ”

"Morning, Hunter Oba stinky squirrel, there shouldn't be a cold, it's all fine just now, someone must have said bad things about me behind my back, let me catch it, I have to teach it a hard lesson. Turning his head to look at the two people who walked in with a smile, Zhien rubbed his little nose before replying.

"Eh, is it?" Although he knew that it had nothing to do with him, Zheng Hante looked at Zhi'en who was clenching his fists and gesturing there, and he didn't know why, and suddenly his body involuntarily shuddered.

"By the way, Zhien, what are you doing?" Picking up the quilt, taking a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and holding it in his hand, Lin Jingxuan looked at the perfume he was holding there, sprayed Zhien wildly at the air in front of him, and asked with a strange expression.

"Nothing, squirrel, you help me spray my back. I was worried about how to spray a little on my back, when I saw Lin Jingxuan speak, Zhien brought a burst of incense, took the perfume and ran towards Lin Jingxuan.

"Hmm~, Ah Xi, stay away from me, dead girl. Lin Jingxuan, who was still smiling at Zhien running over and reaching out to take the perfume, changed his face suddenly, hurriedly took a few steps back, raised his palm at Zhien, who was still two or three meters away from him, and made a gesture not to approach me.

"Mo, stinky squirrel, what are you doing?" Seeing Lin Jingxuan raise his palms and look at himself with fear, Zhien couldn't help but stop and looked at Lin Jingxuan with a puzzled expression.

"Still spraying, I'm afraid you didn't spray a bucket of it, what do you want to do, do you have a convulsion?" Seeing that Zhien stopped, Lin Jingxuan looked like he was having trouble breathing, turned around and poked his head out of the studio, and greedily breathed two breaths of fresh air, then he retracted his head and looked at Zhien, who was still unconscious in front of him, with a black line on his face.

"Is it that serious? Why do I feel so bad? He pulled up his collar and sniffed, feeling good about himself, and looked at the stinky squirrel in front of him suspiciously.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to Hinter's side. Out of the corner of his eye, he just caught a glimpse of Zheng Hante sitting on the computer desk pinching his nose and snickering, Lin Jingxuan also laughed, and suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Zheng Hante and said.

"Don't! I've had a recent recurrence of rhinitis, and I'm very sensitive. Seeing that Zhien was really obedient and walked towards him, Zheng Hante hurriedly raised his hand in a panic and found an excuse.

Although Zhi'en hadn't walked in yet, the rich fragrance that had spread throughout the studio had already made him a little breathless.

If Zhien is allowed to walk in, he will not be suffocated, and now Zhien has become a humanoid perfume bottle in his eyes.

"Two big pig's trotters, you deserve to be single, such a good smell, hum~, I won't play with you, I'm leaving." He glared at the two of them angrily, and after Zhi'en finished speaking, he walked outside the studio.

"Hey~, what are you going to do?" Seeing that Zhi'en was about to walk out in anger, Lin Jingxuan suddenly stepped forward and opened his arms to stop in front of the door, staring at the restless little guy in front of him with a vigilant expression.

You must know that the little guy in front of you, don't look petite, but in fact, he is a very fierce little guy, and he beat a man's murderer yesterday.

"I'm going to go to the director. Bending down and slipping out from under Lin Jingxuan's arm, Zhien dropped a word, turned his head and made a grimace at Lin Jingxuan, and ran away without looking back.

Only Lin Jingxuan, who was left, with a frightened look on her face, stood in front of the door stupidly.