“？？？” Cheng Xiaocheng's eyes widened, "Will the tough Miss Jiang cry?" ”

No, no, no, that's not the point, the point is, "You and Miss Jiang are together again?" ”

Wen Ci glanced at Cheng Xiaocheng, "Got a problem?" ”

Hehe...... It turns out that soaking wolfberries in a thermos cup is to attract people's attention, and then show affection, you can really be outstanding!

"Oh." Cheng Xiaocheng looked at Wen Ci very resentfully, "Then you called me to the office in the middle of the night to do the finishing work for you last night, not because there was something at home, but because you went to tease your sister again?" ”

Wen Ancestral Hall, "......"

Hey, I was a little too excited last night and lasted until this morning, forgot about the stubble, and overturned.

He looked at Cheng Xiaocheng and coughed lightly, "I invited you to come, it's just work, is there a problem?" ”

Do you dare to say I'm at fault?

Cheng Xiaocheng shook his head and shook his hand, "No, no problem." ”

"Then you go ......" Wen Ci was interrupted by the ringtone of his mobile phone before he could finish speaking.

He looked at the caller ID, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked.

"Awake?"

Jiang Nian's voice was lazy and casual, "Well, where are you?" When did you leave yesterday? ”

"In the company."

Jiang Nian listened, rubbing his sleepy eyes, "I want to come and see." ”

When she was woken up by some mentally retarded person, she thought that she couldn't sleep last night, so she wanted to go over and see him, and wanted to know where he was.

Wen Ci, "Why did you wake up so early?" ”

"Hmm-" Jiang Nian's clear eyes rolled slightly, "I was woken up by a fanatical suitor, and he has to give me a big gift this afternoon." ”

"Little Ancestor, don't you block me early in the morning?"

"No," Jiang Nian blinked, "I'm telling you honestly." ”

"And he's handsome, too."

"Pretty handsome, huh?" Wen Ci learned her tone.

Then he snorted, "How handsome?" Bring it to me. ”

"Okay, you come and pick me up first."

Wen Ci hung up the phone, threw down his thermos cup and left.

"Ancestral master, ancestral master......" Cheng Xiaocheng followed behind, wanting to cry without tears, "Where are you going again?" ”

"There's a new program waiting for you to upgrade."

Wen Ci took a big stride, "It's called Xie Yuan." ”

"Xie Yuan is not here."

"Huh?" Wen Ci suddenly stopped, "Where did you go?" ”

Xie Wei has always stayed in the company, and it is a little strange if he is not in the company.

"He said that he was going to be a wingman and would not go to work today-" Cheng Xiaocheng, "You also know that Boss Gu still has his own company, and he is really not free, Boss Xie will leave again...... It's just you, and if you leave, the TR high-level will be empty. ”

Wen Ci squinted, no one in the company couldn't make a big mess.

No matter how Cheng Xiaocheng stopped, Wen Ci still left.

Cheng Xiaocheng, "......"

Where in the world is there an employee begging the boss to go to work! He's so hard!

Love makes people crazy!

The ancestral master is no longer working!

……

Over there, Jiang Nian put on a light makeup, flipped through the wardrobe and chose a set of special lady's clothes.

Knitted base layer, woolen coat, black woolen skirt, hair very meekly draped over the shoulders.

It looks like that, dignified and elegant.

She stood downstairs and waited, Wen Ci came quickly.

As soon as he got out of the car, Jiang Nian pounced, and his image was ruined in seconds.

She looked up at him, "Did it disturb your work?" ”

Wen Ci was full of arms by her, hugged her waist and laughed, "It's work that can't disturb me from falling in love with you." ”

She cushioned her feet and kissed him on the lips, "Enlightened, little brother~"

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Happy New Year's Day! I hope that the babies who chase the text will have a bright future and a bright future!

There is a small theater on New Year's Day on my Weibo, about the ancestral hall and the little ancestor, if you are interested, you can go and see it~~

Scarf: The fairy who wants to get rich