The villa in the afternoon was as usual, neat and quiet. There was a noise in the study at the end of the second floor.

"Is that enough?"

"No, don't stop."

"Still?"

"Hmm."

"How long will it take you to get better?"

"I'm still a long time away. What, you can't do it anymore? ”

"......" Xiang Qian was a little annoyed, and his face was hot when he said this, and he rolled his eyes behind Zhuhang and muttered: "I don't know who can't do it......"

"Huh?"

"It's fine." She immediately turned on the hair dryer again, and blew the heat from the top of her head to her neck as he asked.

"Just a basin of cold water poured down, I happened to moxibustion to sweat slightly, if you don't ask you to blow a little longer, I'm worried about catching a cold," Zhu Hang looked out the window and said: "The pores of the whole body are open during moxibustion, and it is easy to get sick to the bones when you get cold at this time." You also know that I have not been in good health this year, so I have to bother you and take care of me more......"

Looking up, he saw Xiang Qian pouting and imitating himself silently.

"cough ......" her face was flushed, and she looked at Zhu Hang in front of her with a serious face: "Okay, okay, okay, no problem." That one...... By the way, you can sign the document, Mr. Gao is still waiting for me to bring it back and use it. ”

This study is a little dark, except for the window in front of the desk, and there are book walls on both sides. Zhu Hang, who was in the middle, looked down at the document, and the afternoon sun could only penetrate a little. Looking around, Xiang Qian saw the lamp on the desk and reached out to turn it on for him.

The bag reads "Classified F", which is the most classified document in the KMC Group. In order to avoid suspicion, she walked around to the book wall and flipped through the books on the shelves with great interest.

There is one that seems to have been turned very old, Der Steppenwolf. "German, I don't understand it very much." Xiang Qian was just about to put it back on the bookshelf, and casually flipped to one of the pages, and there was a piece of paper with dense Chinese written in it.

“…… I'm ready to start this game again...... Again and again I keep traveling through the hell of my heart...... I'll learn to laugh someday. Turning around, it was the figure of the man holding a pen and revising under the lamp. Thinking of the changes in his life experience, Xiang Qian's heart suddenly rippled.

"Okay," Zhu Hang suddenly spoke: "You take it and ask Gao Zhiya to change it again, and I will sign it after I confirm it." ”

"Oh."

"What do you eat at night?"

Xiang Qian said honestly while packing up the papers: "Caesar salad, orange juice and grilled chicken wings." ”

"Okay, then you'll have dinner later."

"......" then realized, and raised his eyebrows at Qian: "You mean, I took the documents here and sent them to you, and I will be responsible for your dinner??" ”

Nodding, Zhu Hang rubbed his chest: "After all, you promised to take care of me, but the back of my neck still feels cold." ”

"It's not impossible to have dinner together, so you can answer me a question first." Raising his index finger, Xiang Qian propped his arms on the desk and said, "Why are you the general manager of KMC?" What are you hiding? Zhu Yuan? If you really want to cooperate with our family to fight him, you don't have to leave Haizhou. Also, what disease do you have that make you want to live here in seclusion? ”

Turning her head, Zhu Hang hooked her hand.

Xiang Qian approached and heard him whisper in his ear, "Ah Zi, you have too many questions. ”

“……”

Shrinking his shoulders, Xiang Qian walked out with a document bag.

Four hours later.

She returned with two bags and papers.

Summer in Europe has long days and the sky is still bright at 6 p.m.

Although he is reluctant to be commanded, this glass house kitchen with excellent scenery and excellent light makes Xiang Qian who is cooking in a good mood. Put on your headphones, take out the marinated chicken wings, line them with tin foil, and send them to the oven.

When Zhu Hang paced downstairs in loose cashmere pants, he happened to see her swinging her body while adjusting the sauce. Sunset paints the sky orange-red, and the entire kitchen seems to have an extra layer of golden light.