Chapter 363: You have a bad temper and can easily scare your child into autism

Ning Xizhou looked at her, his eyes were like rime under the ice and snow, cold, arrogant, but like a faint flowing water after the snow melted.

"If it were our kids, I would love it."

In the past, he didn't like children, he found it troublesome, and he felt irritable at the thought of children crying all day long. However, the thought of his own child raised an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Jiang Qingling put down the chopsticks, swallowed the red meat in his mouth, and said lightly: "I always thought that you were a person who didn't like children, you have never been patient, I was worried that if you have a child in the future, you are so irritable, the child must be scared by you for autism." ”

Ning Xizhou: "......" his temper is so bad?

"If you don't get angry in the future, even if you are angry, you can't kill me, I'll give you a son and let him give you a pension."

The corners of Ning Xizhou's lips twitched invisibly, and the pension was sent to the end?

He looked at her, didn't say a word, half-loud, he nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

Jiang Qinglime got his promise, lowered his head and continued to eat.

After eating, Jiang Qinglime cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and made the bed.

The man took her around and lay down on the bed, and as soon as he lay on the bed, he closed his eyes, perhaps too tired, and he quickly fell asleep.

Jiang Qinglime looked at his dark circles and thought to himself: A good-looking person does the right thing, even this dark circle is so good-looking.

Jiang Qingling still couldn't sleep, and was about to get up, when she was hugged tightly by the man, "Don't move, sleep with me." ”

Jiang Qinglime: "You didn't fall asleep?" ”

Ning Xizhou didn't answer her words, his eyes closed.

Jiang Qinglime was a little helpless, so she could only lie down bored, with her eyes open, looking at the ceiling.

As soon as he lay down until the afternoon, Jiang Qingli's head was a little groggy.

In the afternoon, she received a call from Chen Lan, "Chen Lan, what happened to the company?" ”

Chen Lan hesitated: "Is Fang Jinlan trustworthy?" ”

Jiang Qingling wondered, "What's wrong with her?" ”

"Miss Fang said that she was looking for you for something, can I tell her the news of your departure?" Chen Lan paused and said, "I claim to the outside world that you have been unwell recently and have not come to work in the company. ”

Chen Lan was afraid that Jiang Cheng would take advantage of the news of Jiang Qinglime's departure, so she blocked the news of Jiang Qinglime's departure.

Jiang Qingling was surprised, Chen Lan's vigilance and ability to do things made her admire, Chen Lan is a rare capable leader, her shrewdness and methods are more like a veteran in the shopping mall.

Jiang Qingming thought for a moment and said, "You just say that I am not in the company, let her send me a text message at night if there is anything wrong." ”

"Hmm." Chen Lan said again: "President, when will you come back?" ”

Jiang Qingling glanced at the man lying beside him, he was sleeping deeply, Jiang Qingling lowered his voice, "I don't know, there is Jin Min here, you don't have to worry." ”

Chen Lan sighed, "Okay. ”

Jiang Qingling was about to hang up the phone, Chen Lan suddenly said, "Has Shen Mu been in contact with you recently?" ”

"Just over the phone, what's wrong?"

"Forget it...... It's nothing. Chen Lan wanted to speak and stopped.

Although Jiang Qinglime was strange, Chen Lan didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask anymore.

Hung up the phone, reached over with one hand and snatched her phone, and pressed her back to the bed as she sat up, "Don't make noise. ”

Ning Xizhou's hand was on her chest and pressed her body, "Have a good rest and go out for a walk tomorrow." ”

"I can't sleep, you sleep first, I'll go out for a walk." Jiang Qinglime glanced at the hand he had on his chest, "Can you take your hand away?" I've heard that if you put your hands on your chest to sleep, you're prone to being 'ghost-pressed'. ”

Ning Xizhou: "......"