After Chen Lan went down, Jiang Qingling rubbed her eyebrows, what was Shen Mu doing?

Jiang Cheng called her during her time, but she refused for various reasons. No one dared to offend Ning Xizhou, seeing Ning Xizhou's withdrawal, those who were afraid of Ning Xizhou also withdrew their capital one after another, and now Jiangcheng is like an ant on a hot pot.

The only person he could think of was Jiang Qinglime, and the only person who could help him make an appointment with Ning Xizhou was Jiang Qinglime.

The door of the office was pushed open, and a cold breath spread over her head, Jiang Qingling subconsciously raised her head, looking at the man's good-looking jaw, she was slightly surprised, "Why are you here?" ”

"It's time, my wife hasn't gotten off work yet, can't I still worry about it?"

There was a faint smile in the man's always indifferent look, and there was a hint of softness in his gaze at her.

Jiang Qingling retracted his gaze and tapped on the computer, "You go to the sofa next to you and sit down for a while, and I'll process the data." ”

Ning Xizhou walked to the sofa next to him without saying a word, and after sitting down, he looked at the Wenzhu on the windowsill, and then looked at other places, basically Wenzhu.

The office was eerily quiet, except for the sound of keystrokes.

It was quiet for a long time, and the man's cold voice broke the calm, "Why do you like to plant such plants?" ”

"It's good to feed." She replied casually and threw herself into her work.

Ning Xizhou's hands were on his laps, knocking on his legs again and again, "When are you going home?" ”

"If you can't wait, you can go back first, and I'll take a taxi back." Jiang Qingling considered that he had little patience, and he didn't expect Ning Xizhou to wait for him.

The hand on his lap paused, and instead of talking, he leaned back on the couch and lowered his eyes.

After a long time, the man said, "How long will it take?" ”

Jiang Qingming was sorting out the data, so she didn't dare to be distracted, so she didn't answer him, she said, "Hmm." ”

The man sitting on the sofa was depressed, and he said in a deep voice: "Uh-huh? How long do you have left, I ask? ”

"It's coming."

Jiang Qingling didn't know what she was saying, the air in the office dropped suddenly, she smelled a trace of unusual smell, and stopped what she was doing.

Quietly glanced at the man, it seemed to be very calm, but it was actually ......

"Jiang Qinglime, am I your husband, or is the cold data your husband?" Ning Xizhou was depressed to death, since he walked in, this woman hadn't looked at him squarely!

Jiang Qingling was surprised for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Of course you are my husband." ”

As she spoke, Ning Xizhou had already walked to her side, her hands resting on the computer, "I think the data is your husband." ”

"That's it!" Jiang Qingling leaned back in her chair and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Seeing the tall figure in front of him, Jiang Qingling got up from the chair and hooked his neck, "Let's go." ”

Ning Xizhou snorted coldly, "I thought you only had work in your eyes. ”

She whispered, "I've been wronged. ”

Ning Xizhou said coldly: "Wronged? ”

Jiang Qinglime was wronged, pointing to her big watery eyes, "Look for yourself, it's all you." ”

Ning Xizhou looked at her eyes, her eyes were shining, and her own figure was reflected in her wet eyes. In her eyes, at this moment, there is only him.

Like she said, it's him.

Seeing that his expression softened, Jiang Qingling smiled softly, "My eyes are full of you." ”

The sentence "My eyes are full of you" made a flash of joy in the man's cold eyes. There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's lips.

He touched her head, "Good." ”