Chi Miao was sleeping in a daze, and in a trance she felt that her throat was itchy, and she grabbed the quilt in a daze only to realize that she had kicked the quilt again.

The figure beside the bed was stunned, and even his breath froze, and when he saw that the person with his back facing the sky in the shape of a "big" figure turned over and continued to sleep, he exhaled softly.

It's a bit cold.

Chi Miao wrapped the quilt around her body, and the whole person turned into a ball of top-heavy zongzi.

Jiang Sheng looked at her for a moment, and reluctantly pulled a quilt from under her leg to wrap her exposed calves, and his fingers unconsciously brushed her skin.

Delicate as clotted cream.

Jiang Sheng retracted his hand like an electric shock, and it seemed that a feather was gently brushing the tip of his heart, and he wanted to refuse and welcome him.

Chi Miao tried her best to control her nerves that were so tense that she didn't reflexively jump up like a fish out of water.

By the time she rolled over the quilt, she was about to wake up. There was a faint black shadow in her field of vision, and at the moment when the scream was about to burst through her throat, she suddenly remembered that Jiang Sheng was in her room.

However, why did Jiang Sheng look at her.

Chi Miao's heart was inexplicably weak, so she had to start pretending to be asleep.

She heard Jiang Sheng's sigh, long but heavy, and the tangled in his voice could completely make her imagine his constricted eyebrows.

It's just a little older, and I'm sighing all day long.

"Chi Miao, what kind of madness are you angry with?"

Jiang Sheng's voice was still hoarse, as if it had been coated with a layer of frosted, but the clarity in his tone still made Chi Miao realize that he was probably sober.

"Just because I didn't tell you that my father is Jiang Zecheng?" His tone hardened, and Chi Miao felt a heat source slowly approaching her, and then her face was pulled.

It doesn't hurt, but it's enough to imagine how bold the person who did it was.

"Are you really sleeping?"

It's about your, it's about your, it's about your, why are you still grinding her face? What if she sleeps, do you still do something to her while she sleeps!?

Chi Miao was about to sit up, but the person next to her suddenly sighed in a low voice: "I'll just think you're sleeping." ”

The voice was soft as if it echoed in a dream, and it turned around slowly, with a self-deprecating wry smile.

The right arm that had just exerted his strength suddenly relaxed, but at the same time, Chi Miao's heart was in his throat.

What does he mean.

Jiang Sheng sighed again, as if centuries had passed.

"You're not going to watch the financial news."

is talking nonsense, why should she turn over financial news.

"Chi Miao. I'm going to go home. ”

Chi Miao's body stiffened suddenly, but fortunately, there was a futon to cover, and Jiang Sheng should not see her abnormality.

Jiang Sheng leaned his back against the edge of the bed, catching the soothing gasping of the girl behind him.

He laughed.

"Hongcheng's share price has fallen by 20 percent recently." At this time, there was the laughter of young men and women upstairs, and a family on the tenth floor was a small couple living together.

Chi Miao became more and more nervous, only to hear Jiang Sheng continue: "The news of Dad's illness has been spread, the company is in turmoil, and the project that Hongcheng is fighting for has also been shelved. ”

"My dad ......" he lowered his head slightly, hiding his fluctuating eyes under his eyelashes.

"Fainted. Last night. It is said to be overworked. ”

The first leader is not in good health, which is tantamount to adding insult to injury for the Hongcheng Group, which is suddenly in a predicament.

Right now, the best chance to turn things around is the 20th anniversary reception.