After Xia He's injuries healed, they moved out of the villa in the suburbs, but the place where Xia He worked was still some distance away, and they didn't want to live next to the shopping in the old days.

I used to live in a duplex apartment, but now I live in a single-family villa, not only the private space is much larger, but also the activity space is needless to say.

Xia He knew why she didn't go back to live in the duplex apartment, because she still had to do rehabilitation training after work, although her physical condition would not be much of a problem if she didn't do rehabilitation training, but Fang Zeyu arranged it, and she didn't say anything, after all, the intensity was not great, and it was his concern.

"Gone. Zheng Ran had already helped her pack her backpack, picked up the key from the entrance, and turned around to wait for the guy who ran out with milk in his mouth.

"Isn't Fang Zeyu together?" Xia He jumped on one leg and put on his shoes.

After living in this villa, Fang Zeyu usually goes to work with her, sends her to the door of the company, and then they leave, and when they get off work, they will come together to pick up Xia He, and occasionally let Xia He take a taxi back, but the situation is rare.

"Today he rested. Zheng Ran picked up his hat and buckled it on Xia He's head.

"Today is the ...... That yellow hat!" Natsuwa stepped on his heel and looked up and pointed to another hat on the shelf.

Zheng Ran helped her change one, and then carried her out the door. Xia He's legs are just right, and now he is not allowed to wear high heels, so it is a little troublesome to go out, untie his shoes, tie his shoes, etc.

"Why, today isn't the weekend!" Xia He sat in the car and sorted out Zheng Ran's messy hair, still struggling with Fang Zeyu's not going to work.

"You don't care what day of the week he has today, he is the boss, just stay up late last night and arrange things. Zheng Ran threw his backpack to the back seat and landed firmly beside Xia He. Dream Literature Network

"Oh, envy!" Natsuwa replied as he pulled out a small mirror from a corner of the car and looked at it.

Since changing the residence, there are more and more things for women in the car, such as small mirrors, lipsticks, makeup foundations, etc., which are not enough small items to worry about, and there will also be sanitary napkins, underwear, stockings, skirts and other objects that cannot be explained to outsiders.

In fact, this kind of conversation happens almost every day, or repeats itself every once in a while, but they don't get tired of it at all, it seems that Xia He went out in a panic and asked questions, and the new day really began.

"How is your project doing?" Zheng Ran rarely cared about her work, after all, he also had a lot of ideas when planning, and he knew a lot about these things, and Xia He didn't understand it when he said it.

"It's the end of the day, and the printing will start next week!" Natsuwa fixed the mirror to the co-pilot and began to put on makeup.

In order to sleep for half an hour more, Xia He tightened the time to no longer shrink, and the makeup was carried out in the car, if it wasn't for the inconvenience of changing clothes, she was even ready to change her clothes in the car.

One of the manuscripts was written by Xia Hemo Zheng Ran, in order to let him write the manuscript, she racked her brains, tried every way, every time she drank medicine, she used the manuscript in exchange, said when she recovered, said when she ate, and even used her own less meat to exchange, and finally Xia He exchanged it with a photo of Zheng Ran wearing a dress, and he agreed.

Promised to agree, but he was the last one to deliver the manuscript, Xia He was very dissatisfied with this, every time he ate breakfast to urge the draft, ate dinner to urge the draft, and urged when he remembered to eat lunch in the company.

Zheng Ran's manuscript was the most difficult for her to get her hands on, and the moment Zheng Ran sent it to her, she almost burst into tears, holding the computer and saying "The child is finally a director".

Although it is the last manuscript, Xia He doesn't need a word, Zheng Ran's manuscript is rigorously structured, and there is no problem with the use of words and sentences.