It was already late when Zhan Qi returned.

As soon as Aunt Qin saw him, she took the initiative to meet him and take his coat, and Zhan Qi's expression was faintly tired. In the past two days, the company has been preparing for the annual meeting, and it is almost the end of the year, and his entertainment is too much to count, and the time to accompany her has become less.

Loosening his tie casually, Zhan Qi asked, "What about her?" ”

"The eldest lady is in the study." Aunt Qin paused and added, "It seems that I have fallen asleep." ”

"Sleeping so early again?" Zhan Qi's hand froze, and his face became a little solemn.

Aunt Qin also nodded worriedly, "Yes, the eldest lady's mental state seems to have been bad recently, could it be that ......something happened?"

It's just that before she finished her words, Zhan Qi had already strode upstairs, his face anxious, and the soles of his feet were windy. A look of impatience.

No wonder he was in a hurry, Song Qingge's spirit has indeed been very poor in the past two days. Since she met He Hongtao, she has become a lot more depressed, and she doesn't like to laugh as much as before, and occasionally she will give him a coquette.

Now she always sits in front of the window and is distracted. Sometimes it takes a day to sit, and her hearing has also decreased a lot, and it is often the case that Zhan Qi calls her three or four times before she can react.

Not only that, but her memory has also deteriorated, often holding things in her hands, turning her head and not remembering, and then searching all over the house, or talking and talking without remembering what she just said.

Although Zhan Qi didn't say anything on his lips, he was very uneasy in his heart. Her susceptible population has not fully recovered from her illness, and it is winter, so she is too susceptible to germs, although he sends a car to pick her up from work every day, he is still a little relieved, afraid that she will get sick this season.

In that case, it will be difficult to get better.

When he got to the outside of the study, he first exhaled softly, then lightly unscrewed the doorknob, and when he pushed the door in, he saw the woman lying on the table and already asleep, the dim lamp was still on, elongating her shadow.

Zhan Qi's heart suddenly softened into a puddle of water, walked up gently, and just pulled her hand, ready to carry her back to the bedroom, Song Qingge moved his body and woke up.

She opened her misty eyes, looked up at him, and said in a loud voice, "You're back?" ”

"Hmm." He raised his hand to pull her broken hair and caressed her cheek lovingly, "What's going on?" Is it too stressful? It feels like you're always tired and getting better and better able to sleep. ”

In fact, not only him, but even Song Qingge himself felt the same.

Obviously, her living habits have always been very regular, and she goes to bed early every day, but recently, she always feels like she can't wake up, and she is lightheaded. It's all day long, and I'm sleepy when I'm in front of the computer.

Song Qingge shook his head, "I don't know either." ”

"Maybe your work is about to go on the market, so it's a lot of pressure." Zhan Qi didn't think much about it, and said to her: "Wait until this stage has passed." Get a good rest. ”

"Okay."

"Come, I'll take you to bed."

As he spoke, he bent down, but Song Qingge didn't twist, his arm wrapped around his neck, and he passed one arm through the crook of her leg. The other hand clasped her waist and lifted her up with a little effort.

Song Qingge was indeed very tired, and when he was doing the design, he felt like this, and the picture in front of him somehow became more and more blurry. In the end, I couldn't help but fall down on the table, and now I felt weak, leaning lazily on his shoulder, rubbing against his neck.

Zhan Qi smiled sideways at her, and gently imprinted a kiss on her forehead. "What's the matter, it's still coquettish."

Her voice was muffled, "No, I just feel tired, I don't know why." ”

"After this time, have a good rest. I don't need you to make money, don't work so hard. "I'll be distressed.

He didn't say the last half of the sentence, but just silently read it in his heart.

Zhan Qi carried her back to the bed in the bedroom and tucked her feet. Staying by her side, gently patting her back to coax her to sleep, after a while, Song Qingge slowly fell asleep.

Looking at her tired appearance, Zhan Qi smiled dumbly, he was embarrassed to toss her like this. Obviously, the warm fragrant nephrite was right in front of him, but he could only look at it and not eat it, which was really torturous.

Annoyed and helpless, he bit her lip, and Zhan Qi got up and went into the bathroom and began to take a bath.

*

Huachen's year-end reception has always been a big day for the company, on this day not only will the company's employees be given year-end bonuses, but also will invite a lot of media to report, and almost all the big companies in Kyoto are invited.

Early in the morning, Zhan Qi was sitting in the office, and Xu Cheng came in and handed him the guest list and asked him to take a look.

Ling Nanxiao and his wife, Meng Jingqian and his wife, Guan Mocun, Gu Shaocheng, Tong Fei and his girlfriend. In addition, it is the Zhan family, Zhan Jue, Cui Can, Zhan Zheng's female companion is Xin Tian, Zhan Rong's female companion is Xiao Qi, Zhan Yi Feng Zhiyu and his wife, Zhan Yang is alone, and he naturally wants to take Song Qingge to attend.

The people on the list are basically familiar names, but when he saw the end, Zhan Qi still frowned.

Shi Yu and Shi Zhongnian were also invited.

He glanced up at Xu Cheng. Some displeased: "Who drew up this list?" Why is Shi Yu also invited? ”

Xu Cheng hurriedly explained, "The list was drawn up by San Shao and Yi Shao, and they said that they invited Shi Shao because the last kidnapping had not passed, so this time they specially invited him to come over and give him a good look." ”

In other words, the Hongmen Banquet?

Zhan Qi raised his eyebrows, although he had already understood the meaning of those two, he still felt that something was wrong in his heart.

After all, the year-end drinking party is not a child's play, please come to Shi Yu, if it is for him to demonstrate, I am afraid that the guy will do something at the drinking party at that time, then it will be troublesome.

But since Zhan Zheng and Zhan Yi have invited him, it means that these two people should have already figured out how to deal with his presence, and he didn't worry so much.

"Is everything else ready?"

"It's all ready, everything and the emergency plan have been prepared, big brother, please rest assured."

"Well, that's good." Zhan Qi handed him the list, "Just send the invitation according to this." ”

Xu Cheng took the list, but stood still and didn't leave.

Zhan Qi looked at him a little strangely, "What, is there anything else?" ”

Xu Cheng smiled dryly, "Big brother, your dress ......"

As soon as he said this, Zhan Qi suddenly remembered that his dress had not yet been settled. He asked Song Qingge's dead woman a few times openly and secretly, but she always refused to give a happy word. It was vague every time, and in the end, it was not said whether to agree or not to agree.

Zhan Qi suddenly had a headache, he thought that he was not a person who paid attention to his image and appearance, Huachen had his own stylist, in the past, when he attended important occasions, he had someone to design him and prepare a dress, he didn't need to worry about anything.

For the first time, he was particularly obsessed with his image.

Frowning irritably, Zhan Qi waved his hand and said, "Forget it." You go first, I'll go back and settle this matter myself. ”

"Okay then." Xu Cheng nodded and left.

*

Because she was thinking about this matter, Zhan Qi went to the study to find Song Qingge as soon as she got home at night, but she went to take a bath, and the study was pitch black.

Zhan Qi was a little disappointed. turned off the light and was about to leave, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper on her desk, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she strode towards the desk.

The plain white paper depicts an exaggerated man with broad shoulders and narrow hips with various lines. No face. Zhan Qi has never understood the design drawings she drew that are the same as Van Gogh's abstract paintings, but he can vaguely recognize that it is a men's jacket, which is very delicately designed, which is completely in line with his temperament. It can be said that it is tailor-made for him.

Was it designed for him?

Zhan Qi was overjoyed and continued to look down. However, when he saw the footer of the drawing, a smile suddenly froze on his face.

There are two big characters written there, Xue Yan!

Zhan Qi only felt as if his heart was cold, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down. He looked behind him in turn and immediately became even more depressed. Song Qingge focused on analyzing Xue Yan's various problems, and simply analyzed his whole person.

I usually don't see any man who is so attentive to her, and she can analyze this very well, but now she sees Xue Yan so thoroughly.

He suddenly wondered if she knew that much about him.

Angrily threw down her drawings. Zhan Qi turned his head and slammed the door and left the study.

*

Song Qingge found that Zhan Qi's face was not quite right today.

Since dinner, he has been pulling a face, as if someone owes him hundreds of millions, but when he talks to him, his face will be slightly better, and after eating, he will take the child upstairs to help her with homework, Song Qingge shouted a few times after him, and he pretended not to hear.

What's wrong with this man?

With questions and puzzlement, Song Qingge went to take a bath first, and when she came out after washing, Zhan Qi had already come back and was sitting on the bed watching the news.

She wiped her hair and said, "I'm done, you can go." ”

Zhan Qi still looked expressionless, put down the iPad and left, Song Qingge finally couldn't help it, reached out to grab his wrist, and asked, "What's wrong with you today?" With such a bad face, who provoked you? ”