Chapter 10: Nightmares
"Don't touch me!"
Wen Yu gasped, grabbed the quilt in his hand tightly, bounced off the bed, immersed in the previous nightmare, unable to wake up.
But everything in front of you is familiar.
She looked around blankly and smiled bitterly.
At least it's safe now.
The soreness on my body has really improved a lot, but those small wounds still need to be treated.
She habitually cleaned up her small room first, touched the soft-touch quilt, and was subconsciously stunned.
This is not the original thin quilt......
Wen Yi subconsciously buried his head and sniffed.
It seems to be...... The smell inside the master bedroom.
Could it be that Ji Heng sent it?
But what does it mean that he sent a quilt over?
The alarm clock went off, and Wen Yi glanced at the time, leaving it all behind.
Quickly tied himself in a ponytail, it's time to cook.
"Well, postpone the meeting by three hours, and I'll be there later."
Ji Heng was standing not far from Wen Yi, wearing a silk pajamas, even if it was pajamas, he was meticulously dressed, and he was frowning and making a phone call.
All the buttons were properly buttoned, and Wen Yu bent the corners of his mouth.
Is it because he is afraid that others will steal his tofu?
After seeing Wen Yi, he paused, covered the radio port of the phone, and seemed to be a little cramped: "Are you awake?" β
Wen Yi nodded naturally: "Well, you're going to have lunch at home today, right?" After a while, I started cooking right away. β
Wen Yi was accustomed to seeing that he didn't have any answer.
He walked past Ji Heng by himself, walked straight to the living room, and prepared to go to the refrigerator to take out the fresh vegetables.
Ji Heng stood behind her, his brows furrowed even tighter.
The subordinate on the other side of the phone was at a loss, thinking that there was a sudden communication problem, and hurriedly checked the equipment and network.
Who knows, Ji Dagongzi is being tormented by a trivial matter, and he is not in the mood to speak at all.
She...... The wound on your hand hurts when it comes into contact with water, right?
is different from what Ji Heng thought, Wen Yi's mood today is still quite bright. Thinking of the thick and untimely quilt, but with a pine fragrance, the curvature of the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.
She held the vegetables in one hand and the other empty, ready to take the cups on the coffee table back to wash them.
After seeing the cup clearly, Wen Yu wondered.
"Why did you get this cup out today......"
Ji Heng doesn't like those bells and whistles, this cartoon cup was bought back by her before. When I came back, it was dusty and I never used it.
Wen Yu's heart sank, and the hand holding the vegetable loosened slightly.
The good mood is goneββ
It has a light lipstick print printed on it.
Sure enough......
She smiled wryly and came to her senses.
She even saw Wincho's usual handkerchief on the side.
It seems to be deliberately shown to her, and it is placed there in a dignified manner.
Sure enough, Wen Yu walked into the kitchen in a daze.
I threw the vegetables into the pool and took a knife out of the knife holder at random, what should I do?
Wen Yi's hair fell down, hanging down and fluttering in front of her forehead, she was stunned for a long time with the knife, but she didn't know what to cut.
"What are you doing!"
Wen Yu's hand was empty, and the kitchen knife was missing: "I'm cooking." β
She looked at the man in front of her blankly.
Ji Heng looked angry: "Wen Yan, you'd better be smart for me and do less of these meaningless stupid things!" β
"Huh?"
Ji Heng sneered, put the knife aside, paused, glanced at Wen Yi, and simply removed the entire knife holder.
"You won't have to do these things anymore."
The man stiffly announced, "I've already called Steward Wang." He's going to take care of that. β
He paused for a moment and threw down a sentence: "You are not allowed to enter the kitchen again in the future, hurry up and heal all the injuries on your body, it is annoying to see!" β
Wen Yi said confusedly: "Cooking...... Cooking won't affect your injuries. β
Ji Heng said stiffly: "I said no, it just won't work." Don't embarrass my Ji family! β
Wen Yu was startled by him, and his face turned pale.
"Okay...... Don't be angry. β
She smiled bitterly: "I'll just do what you say." β
Ji Heng exhaled and left without looking back.
Only Wen Yu was left standing alone, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
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"It's a waste for you to use this paperweight."
After Ji Heng entered the office, he saw his cousin Ji Anyang sitting behind his desk without any image, smiling and playing with his paperweight.
"If I follow you, I will suffer in vain......"
Ji Anyang stood up and generously stuffed the paperweight into his kun bag: "It's better to let me love it well." β
Ji Heng said expressionlessly: "I have a lot of things to do today, the secretary shouldn't have arranged a meeting time between me and you, right?" β
Ji Anyang pursed his lips and said indifferently: "Then who knows......"
She rolled her eyes: "The hero saved the beauty last night?" Well, I don't need to buy you a green hat, right? β
Ji Heng's expression was faint, and he walked around the back of the desk: "Ji Anyang, if you have something to say, don't waste time." β
Ji Anyang glared at him speechlessly for a while.
"Someone as boring as you...... It's a shame that a woman can take a fancy to you. β
Her expression was the same alienation as Ji Heng.
"I just came to remind you, Ji Heng, you are so old, your eyes are brighter. The whole company depends on you for food, and you'd better not make any jokes that make people look down on the whole company. β
She knocked on Ji Heng's table: "You red rose, not such a simple person. Don't be fooled by mosquito bloodβ"
She paused: "And that Wen Yu." β
She looked impatient: "Although I don't like her, I'll be fair." She has been married to the Ji family for so many years......"
Ji Heng's movements slowed down, and he subconsciously listened to her.
Ji Anyang sneered: "I see people's hearts for a long time." Ji Heng, she shouldn't be the kind of person you imagined. β
After she left, Ji Heng was silent for a long time. I don't know who opened the window, and the wind outside blew in, blowing the documents in his hand hunting.
made Ji Heng even more irritable.
The nameless fire in his heart could hardly be calmed down, Ji Heng exhaled, picked up his coat with a cold face, and went to the familiar bar.
"What do guests want to drink?"
The bartender glanced at Ji Heng very strangely, and few people in suits and leather shoes came to drink.
"Whatever."
Ji Heng sat down expressionlessly, not like he was here to have fun, as if he was dealing with some major problem.
The bartender was taken aback, and he didn't dare to talk to him casually anymore.
"Drinking alone?"
Someone next to him chuckled and said casually: "Just give him a cup of the same as mine, and record it in my account." β
Ji Heng looked over when he heard the sound, there was a smell of wine on the man's body, but his eyes were still clear.
He's a very aggressive person.
"Shang Ancestry."
He lazily: "Next time, please change you." β
Ji Heng took the wine handed over by the bartender and said in a muffled voice, "Ji Heng." β
Shang Yi glanced at him and said clearly: "In broad daylight, a person runs to this kind of place...... For women's sake. β
Ji Heng didn't reply.
Shang Yi smiled to himself, and poured himself a sip of wine: "Normal." Only women and villains in the world are difficult to raise. β
He laughed at himself: "It's impossible to have smooth sailing, if you have smooth sailing elsewhere, you will turn your head on a woman." β
Ji Heng suddenly spoke: "You can't ask for it?" β
"Nope."
Shang Yi's expression suddenly became cold and hard: "I just want her to die and leave my world forever." β
Ji Heng was silent for a long time: "Good luck." β
In the Ji family's villa, the cook and Wen Yi fell into a small dispute.
"Madam, don't worry, I won the first prize in the competition."
The cook blushed: "There will be no problem with nutrition and taste, I can swear by my personality!" β
Steward Wang next to him smiled: "It's okay, madam, let's not rush." If this is not suitable, let's pick slowly until we pick out the person you think is suitable. β
Wen Yi couldn't cry or laugh, "I didn't mean that......"
She stopped talking, and sighed: "I just have itchy hands and want to go to the kitchen to make a soup." β
Steward Wang tilted his head: "It seems that the young master is back." β
Wen Yi was stunned and stood up at the same time as the cook.
Ji Heng strode over, nodded with Steward Wang, glanced at the cook, and said casually, "It's you." β
After greeting Ji Heng with a smile, the cook quickly retired with Steward Wang.
Ji Heng stayed instead, sitting on the sofa in the living room, not looking at his mobile phone or reading.
I don't know what I'm thinking.
Wen Yi originally wanted to wait until he left first and then leave by himself.
But waiting left and right, I always felt that Ji Heng had plans to sit here until he was old.
She sighed silently and stood up with bated breath, before she could reach her legs.
Ji Heng opened his mouth unprecedentedly: "Where are you going?" β
When he said this, the expression on his face was strange, not the usual indifference, but it was definitely not gentle.
It may be that the muscles in the face have become accustomed to that kind of poker face, and suddenly relaxed, and nothing is right.
"I'm going to take a look at the book of tea art......"
Wen Yi replied: "By the way, tidy up the books in the small study." β
She waited for a while, not waiting for the man's answer.
decided to ignore him and go to the small study first.
Unexpectedly, the man followed.
She was startled, her footsteps did not stop, but her speed involuntarily slowed down.
In the end, the two entered the small study almost side by side.
"I'll help you...... Organize together. β
The man was wearing a suit, which was still quite formal, and after finishing his work, the suit would be ruined.
Wen Yi glanced at him, and really couldn't figure out why he suddenly had such an interest.