After a busy day, Song Zhenghui finally had time to relax.

She collapsed in her chair, her foot didn't know what she kicked and made a "boom-" sound, and quickly looked up to see that it was her suitcase. Only then did I remember that I had just gotten off the plane this morning and went directly to the company, and I hadn't had time to deliver my luggage to the house rented in advance.

"Hey. "Bite the bullet, pack your things and get ready to take a taxi home.

Qiu Yiqing, who was still working overtime in the office, saw her get up, and hurriedly followed the rhythm to put on her coat, turn off the lights, and lock the door, and when Song Zhenghui walked to the door, he happened to have just gone out.

"Coincidentally, you just got off work. Qiu Yiqing pretended to meet by chance and looked at Song Zhenghui in surprise.

Song Zhenghui really couldn't cry or laugh, his office was surrounded by glass and no curtains, she always aimed at him if she didn't want to look, she just rushed out in a hurry when she was leaving, and she even held the mouse in her hand, which was very embarrassing.

"Oh, what a coincidence. What are you doing with a mouse?" Song Zhenghui lowered her head and tried to hold back a smile, but the tremor in her shoulders betrayed her.

Qiu Yiqing didn't understand at first, but when he looked left and right, he found that he was holding a mouse in his hand, it turned out that he thought he was holding a mobile phone, and he ran out without looking at it, and his face was slightly drunk, and he scratched his head at a loss.

"Don't laugh, I'm not rushing out with you. After speaking, he felt a little faceless, and coughed a few times to relieve his tension and embarrassment.

"No one let you out. Song Zhenghui dragged his luggage like a gambler and was about to leave.

"Okay, okay, it's me who is cheeky, so I want to figure it out, okay. Qiu Yiqing didn't care that there were still some overtime employees in the company, he accompanied him one by one, grabbed the suitcase and walked forward, and didn't forget to turn around and tell her to hurry up.

Song Zhenghui paused for a few seconds, smiled and hurriedly followed slowly with a gloomy face.

Not long after arriving in the car, Song Zhenghui, who was tired and hungry, fell asleep.

Poor Qiu Yiqing just took the car out of the basement and was about to ask her where the rental address was, but he stopped a sentence......

Before he could think about it, the car behind him honked vigorously, and he was so frightened that he hurried home towards the familiar route.

Because he often works overtime, the house Qiu Yiqing bought is one kilometer away from the company, and it took a few minutes to drive, and it was obvious that Song Zhenghui still hadn't woken up.

To be honest, Qiu Yiqing was very nervous, he didn't know where to send Song Zhenghui, if he sent it to his house, would it make her feel that he had a wrong thought, and his motives were not pure?

After thinking about it for a long time and not having a good result, Qiu Yiqing simply took out a coin and tossed it silently. I tried a few times, until I tried to achieve a satisfactory result, and then I smiled.

I saw him quietly get out of the car, open the co-pilot's door, and cautiously tentatively: "Song Zhenghui, Song Zhenghui ......", observed for a while to see that she did not mean to wake up, before he dared to reach out his hand to "tremble" his hand, one reached to her back and firmly circled, and the other stretched out in the crook of her leg.

I thought it should be quite heavy, after all, such a tall person. But what surprised him was that Song Zhenghui was like a weak child in his hands, light and weightless. Looking down at her face, fan-like eyelashes flickered with her breathing, and her red lips were quite elastic... For some reason, Qiu Yiqing always felt that his mouth was dry, and he couldn't help licking his mouth with his tongue, not daring to look at it again, and carrying her upstairs.

Housing prices in Shanghai are also extremely expensive for executives like them, and at that time, he thought that he would only live by himself anyway, and only bought a two-bedroom apartment. The second bedroom is usually unoccupied, and only occasionally Jiang Hai spends the night. Qiu Yiqing didn't think about it, so he hugged Song Zhenghui to his master bedroom.