At noon, Ji Hesheng sent someone to bring over all the things that Ji Qingsang needed.

Ji Qingsang took a cursory look, and what attracted her the most was the moon stone, the color was very pure, and it was of the highest grade at first glance.

For the whole afternoon, she locked herself in a room and did things.

In fact, she also brought some tools herself, but Ji Hesheng obviously configured it for her a little better, and she didn't use it pretentiously.

It was getting dark, and she was still in her room, feeling like she had forgotten to sleep or eat.

When Ji Hesheng came to the villa, all the lights in the living room were turned off, and only a small room downstairs faintly shone a little light.

He stepped forward and unscrewed the door, his eyes searching inside.

He didn't see anyone for a long time, until a faint shadow was cast on the wall, and he saw the man crouching on the ground.

Her hair was falling down and covering her cheeks, and she seemed to be doing something serious.

Ji Hesheng walked towards her, and the huge figure formed a shadow above her head.

Feeling the darkness shrouded in it, Ji Qingsang raised his head and looked at the comer.

Her white cheeks were stained with ash and ink, and she looked a little embarrassed.

Ji Hesheng frowned and looked at her, he had a slight habit of cleanliness, so when he saw her like this, his eyes showed disgust.

"Do you need to make jewelry like you?" Ji Hesheng asked, his eyebrows already covered with an indescribable layer of displeasure.

Ji Qingsang looked at him and paused for a few seconds before coming back to his senses.

"Nope." Her eyes were wide open, and she felt a little aggrieved.

"And what are you doing crouching on the ground?" Ji Hesheng looked at her condescendingly, and opened his lips lightly.

Ji Qingsang put down the things in his hand, and his white and tender hands were all black.

"I broke something." She whispered her defense, then lowered her head.

"Now you've changed your career from being a jewelry designer to being a repairman?" Ji Hesheng laughed mercilessly again.

Ji Qingsang had never found out that Ji Hesheng could speak so viciously before, as if since he had drawn a line with him, he was like a different person.

She was silent, speechless, and the room fell silent.

"Have you had dinner?" After a while, Ji Hesheng asked again.

Ji Qingsang shook his head and said softly in a low voice, "Not yet." ”

"Get up." The tone of these two words is very plain, but the plainness makes people guess that his face will definitely not look good.

"What?" Ji Qingsang asked, not moving.

"Go eat."

Ji Hesheng still maintained his patience, but Ji Qingsang still squatted and didn't move, and his brows frowned deeper.

"My leg is numb." It seemed that after a few more minutes, Ji Qingsang said softly, her voice was a little pitiful.

Ji Hesheng looked at her hanging head, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Ji Qingsang seemed to be a little scared, squatting on the ground, a small one, with a feeling of pity.

Suddenly, Ji Hesheng bent down his tall body and hugged her horizontally.

"Ah......" Ji Qingsang exclaimed, his hands unconsciously pulling the man's snow-white shirt.

The two black handprints were printed on Ji Hesheng's clothes, and his face was tense and a little blue. And Ji Qingsang was like a frightened deer, obediently cowering in his arms motionless.

She bit her lower lip and looked at the two handprints, helpless.

"Sangsang, how do you think I should punish you?" Ji Hesheng's eyes narrowed and narrow, looking down at her expression.

"I'll wash your clothes." Ji Qingsang looked back at his gaze, with some pleading in his eyes.

Ji Hesheng didn't reply again, and walked out directly with her in his arms.

He set her up at the table and went to get a wet towel and a basin of water.

Unhurriedly, he rolled up his sleeves, then half-bent down, wiping her cheeks, his movements and expressions were very focused.

Ji Qingsang stared at him for a moment, feeling that time had returned to his childhood.

At that time, she often played in the garden and her whole body was very dirty, and Ji Hesheng would help her scrub while disgusting.

He has a cleanliness fetish, and she knows it.

"Brother." She suddenly screamed, and when the voice came out, she herself was stunned.

Ji Hesheng was only stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said to her, "Give me my hand." ”

Ji Qingsang obediently handed him a hand, and he wiped it very carefully.

"The other one."

By the time she finished wiping her hands, the water in the basin had become a little dark.

Ji Hesheng picked up the basin and walked to the bathroom.

Ji Qingsang looked at his back, and his eyes were a little wet.

"I'll cook noodles for you." After Ji Hesheng walked back, he dropped another sentence and walked straight into the kitchen.

After a while, the sound of boiling water rolling sounded in the kitchen, and Ji Qingsang sat on the chair without moving.

Hot tomato egg noodles are placed in front of her, and the bright colors look beautiful too.

However, the steaming water made her eyes a little sour, and she thought she must have been burned.

"Why, do you want to be so nice to me?" Ji Qingsang asked word by word, and a large tear fell into the noodle soup, causing small ripples.

Ji Hesheng looked at her with deep pupils, and only opened his mouth lightly for a long time, "Eat first." ”

The low voice is a little hoarse, and the eyes are full of affection.

Ji Qingsang ate in small bites, her heart full of sweetness and sadness.

Sweet, Ji Hesheng still treats her so gently and considerately, but the sad thing is that they don't seem to be able to go back to the way they used to be.

It's not the relationship between brother and sister, so what other relationship can support them?

Ji Qingsang went to her room to take a bath after eating, while Ji Hesheng went to the room where she stayed before.

There are bits and pieces on the floor, all of which she needs to make jewelry.

There is also a small printer, which has been taken apart.

Ji Hesheng guessed that it should be the culprit who stained her hands with ink, he frowned and picked up the printer, looked at it, it shouldn't be usable!

Taking out his mobile phone, Ji Hesheng dialed Secretary Shen's phone.

"Hey, Mr. Ji, is there anything wrong?" As soon as Secretary Shen came out of the bathroom, he saw a call from the big boss.

He asked in a panic and adjusted his breath again.

"Send a small printer over immediately," Ji Hesheng said, and added, "In the resort." ”

"Now?" Secretary Shen asked in surprise.

You must know that it takes at least an hour and a half to get from his house to the resort, and it is not early now, and you have to get up early tomorrow to go to work.

"What's wrong?" Ji Hesheng's tone obviously turned a corner, "You seem to be surprised." ”

"No, no." Secretary Shen put on a flattering look and said with a smile, "I'll send it over immediately." ”

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Shen shook his head slightly.

As a qualified secretary, it is natural that the president will be on call when he is ordered, but Mr. Ji has never called him like this before, so he suddenly has a comparison in his heart and is unbalanced.

The bell at the door of the villa kept ringing, and Ji Qingsang was preparing to sleep in the bedroom.

She went downstairs and looked at the person outside through the cat's eyes, it was Secretary Shen.

The moment he opened the door, Secretary Shen was also surprised.

"Miss Ji, are you here too?" Secretary Shen grinned, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yes." Ji Qingsang nodded, "You're here to find ......"

"Ah, it's great that you're here." Secretary Shen interrupted her, and then handed her the bag in his hand, "I called Mr. Ji and no one answered, please give this to Mr. Ji, is it okay?" ”

Ji Qingsang took the bag and asked suspiciously, "Don't you want to come in and sit?" ”

"No, no, no." Secretary Shen hurriedly waved his hand, joked, he came in and was known by Mr. Ji, don't blame him for ruining his good deeds.

But what does Ji always need a printer for? It's a really patient thing.

"I'm in a hurry to go back, so I'll trouble you, Miss Ji." After Secretary Shen finished speaking, he left in a hurry, as if someone was chasing him behind.

Ji Qingsang looked at his back and looked at the bag in his hand, a little helpless.

She went upstairs to Ji Hesheng's door and knocked on the door.

After a long time, no one answered.

Ji Qingsang was a little hesitant, but he was afraid that Secretary Shen gave him a very important document, which he would have to read at night. She unscrewed the door and walked in, the bedroom was empty and empty.

The light overhead dimmed the glow of the room.

Ji Qingsang frowned, and just as he wanted to put down the bag in his hand, the bathroom door opened.

The mist rose out as the door opened, raising the temperature of the bedroom.

Ji Qingsang looked up at him, stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Probably not expecting someone in the bedroom, the man walked out with only a bath towel around him.

Caught off guard and saw his naked upper body, Ji Qingsang's face was very red.

He stood there straight, the shadow of his figure reflected on the wall.

His short black hair, still dripping with water, slowly slid down his skin from his head and finally submerged into the bath towel. The arms exposed to the air are sexy and evenly distributed in muscles, and the whole body exudes a unique hormonal scent.

Ji Qingsang turned her head, vaguely remembering that she seemed to see the clear lines of his skin just now, and her face was even hotter.

"Sangsang, is there something wrong?" The man didn't seem to care, and walked straight towards her.

Ji Qingsang subconsciously took two steps back, still keeping his head down.

She handed him the things in her hand, and said in a somewhat messy voice, "This was just now, that Secretary Shen sent it, and he gave it to me because you didn't answer the phone." ”

"Huh?" Ji Hesheng didn't take it, just raised his eyebrows and snorted softly.

"I mean......" Ji Qingsang looked up suddenly, and found that the person who was originally some distance away was already standing in front of her.

There was a close distance between them, and when they looked up, they could see the texture of his skin more clearly.