It's night.

Ling Zihan accompanied Jiang Yingyue to dinner and drove her back to her parents' house.

Jiang Yingyue stood reluctantly at the door of the house, grabbed Ling Zihan's neck, and kissed him on the lips a few times before saying, "Honey, don't work too late." ”

Ling Zihan stroked the top of her hair, and her brown eyes looked very affectionate.

He said gently: "You rest early, I'll finish working overtime and send you a text message." ”

Jiang Yingyue nodded obediently, and it wasn't until Ling Zihan got into the car and the news of the car was in her sight that she took her eyes back from afar with some affection.

After the two got married, Ling Zihan's work and rest remained the same, and he still often had to work overtime, he was afraid that she would be lonely at home alone, so after accompanying her to dinner, he would send her home first, and then turn around and go back to the company to work overtime.

The husband is gentle and considerate, it stands to reason that it is very good, but since they got married, the two have not been intimate a few times, Ling Zihan said that the New Year is approaching, the company is very busy, and it is impossible for her to force him to stay at home at night to accompany her.

In short, it's still a little lonely.

However, her family's attitude towards Ling Zihan's work is very good, for them, a man who concentrates on his career seems to have done well enough, and she is wronged because she is not accompanied by him, but she is not sensible.

On the contrary, I think that during the love period, two people spend more time alone together......

Jiang Yingyue sighed softly a little lonely, turned around, pushed open the door and walked in.

*

Ling Zihan slowly parked the car at the door of the company.

He took off the fast food box he had just bought in the car, then opened the curfew and walked into the company.

He got into the elevator, got into his office, turned on the lights, took off his blazer, and then took the fast food box and walked to the door of the lounge in his office, and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Inside, a bitter and astringent medicinal smell with a faint smell of blood emanated, Ling Zihan didn't turn on the lights immediately, only walked to the side of the bed, and whispered to the small bulging ball in the quilt: "Mr. Jiang, it's time to eat." ”

That group didn't answer him, Ling Zihan didn't seem to mind, he put down the lunch box, turned around, and raised his hand to press the light switch behind him.

At the moment when he turned around, a slender shadow came out of the corner of the wall and slammed towards his back, and the sharp hard object in his hand pierced Ling Zihan's defenseless neck artery-

"Click."

The lights were turned on.

The figure froze in the air, her wrist gripping by the man's palm, a sharp object that was about to pierce his arteries, unable to move a single bit.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the figure fell to the ground, as if it had used all its strength, and breathed rapidly with a pale face.

"Mr. Jiang," Ling Zihan squatted down with a smile, and pulled out the disposable chopsticks held in Jiang Jiu's hand from her palm, "There is really no way to make me worry." When did you hide? I remember I had to put away your utensils properly. ”

He played with the sharpened wooden chopsticks in his hand, his tone sounded a little helpless, and then in front of ginger wine, he broke the chopsticks and threw them into the trash.

"So ruthless, do you really want to kill me?"

A trace of extreme disgust appeared on Jiang Jiu's bloodless face, and she lay on the ground weakly, as if she didn't want to look at him anymore, and didn't want to talk to him, so she closed her eyes and didn't overdo it.