"Ji bastard, you really treat me like a puppy......"

After entering the house, Jing Tingge hung the bag at the entrance and went back to the room directly.

I washed my face and removed my makeup, changed my pajamas, and pulled the light blue curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling window tightly, and then jumped into bed barefoot.

Just as she was about to lie down, her mobile phone rang, and it was a call from her secretary Erin, informing her to report to the QM jewelry department of Ji's Group at half past eight tomorrow morning.

"Okay, okay, thank you......" Jing Tingge finished the call, smiled so much that the corners of his mouth reached the root of his ears, and then he turned his head, rolled up the quilt, and slept with a good mood.

……

Until more than twelve o'clock in the evening.

Ji Yicheng is back.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a faint orange light at the entrance, and a pink backpack hanging on the wall.

Ji Yicheng casually hung his black leather bag next to his pink backpack, changed his slippers, and carried a packing paper bag from Xiangxuan Pavilion in his hand, which was the most upscale Chinese restaurant in City A.

Ji Yicheng put the bag on the coffee table, and then walked straight to the room.

Sure enough, as he expected, she had not woken up from the afternoon until now, the crystal round lamp on the bedside table was on, exuding a shallow soft light, she was wrapped in a silk quilt, her small body curled up in a ball, and she slept as comfortably as she could.

……

Ji Yicheng had already walked to the side of the bed and leaned over slightly.

Looking at her little face that slept puffy, I couldn't help but feel bad, and reached out to cover it and rubbed it vigorously, really treating her as a cute pet.

Jing Qingge was sleeping soundly, and in his dream, he felt discomfort on his face, raised his hand and flicked it indiscriminately, and muttered a vague muttering with his small mouth, and then turned over, pouted and continued to sleep.

Ji Yicheng couldn't hold back, the corners of his lips lifted a curvature, and he reached out and rubbed her soft little head, and scolded with disgust,

"What a pig."

He straightened up, pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it on the bedside table, undressing as he walked to the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of rushing water.

……

Suddenly, his mobile phone rang, and the ringing over and over again showed how persistent the caller was.

Finally, when it was matched for the third time, a thin arm like a jade lotus reluctantly stretched out of the silk quilt, and Jing Tian's fans looked for the mobile phone in a daze, connected it, and rested it directly on their ears.

"Brother Cheng, you actually asked me to make three phone calls before answering, saying, which hot ** beauty is burning with passion behind my back? Whew, my fragile little heart is shattered~~~"

On the phone, it's obviously a man, but the evil and ambiguous howl, eighteen transposes, lingering, contrived! It's just contrived!

……

Jing Tingge's whole person was still confused, thinking that it was a harassing call from a neurotic in the middle of the night, her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and her tone was dissatisfied,

"Who is your brother, mistyped ......"

"Smack", hung up the phone, stuffed it directly under the pillow, rolled to the side and fell asleep, confused secretly, lately she is really easy to recruit ** metamorphosis.

However, the phone rang again with joy.

Jing Tingge covered his head with the quilt, and stood up from the bed like a wandering spirit, his head was still empty, and he scolded when he answered the phone,

"You're crazy, you said you made a mistake, and you keep fighting, do you know how to write the heart of public morality......"