Seeing her so uncomfortable, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Does it hurt here? While saying Ling Qingyu, she felt Yin Jiachen's warm palm covering her hand, and her gaze fell on that place tightly.

Ling Qingyu lowered her eyes and didn't speak, but Yin Jiachen was very nervous, and then directly hugged Ling Qingyu to the princess, "Let's go, I'll call the family doctor over!" In a domineering tone, he walked out of the study and walked towards the bedroom.

Ling Qingyu's hand consciously wrapped around his neck, and Yin Jiachen's breath was between his noses, Ling Qingyu silently closed her eyes, she sighed silently, and rested her little head on Yin Jiachen's shoulder.

……

"Mr. Yin, Mrs. Yin is fine, but she is not feeling well, just take a rest." The doctor looked at Yin Jiachen and said aloud, his face was very nervous, which made the doctor more cautious.

Yin Jiachen didn't respond to the family doctor, just waved his hand slightly, and then the doctor and the nurse nodded at him and left, Ling Qingyu closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She didn't know how to face Yin Jiachen's eyes full of concern at the moment, and because her eyes were closed, Ling Qingyu couldn't see Yin Jiachen's specific expression.

In a trance, I just felt that Yin Jiachen had been keeping his eyes fixed on her body, until Ling Qingyu was about to lose it, and suddenly there was the sound of leaving footsteps in his ears.

Ling Qingyu's fingers on the side of the bed couldn't help but touch slightly, and then he heard the sound of the bedroom door closing, and then Ling Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Qingming in one room, she was the only one in the huge bedroom, Yin Jiachen left, she was inexplicably a little lost in her heart, and then her eyes fell on the table on the side casually.

Unexpectedly, he found that there was a cup of boiling water there, and it was still steaming, Ling Qingyu's heart was warmed, and he reached over to hold the water cup.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise an arc, and she took a sip, her whole body beaming with warmth.

The next day, Ling Qingyu's body could be said to be so healthy under Yin Jiachen's care recently, but Yin Jiachen was still very worried about her condition.

"Are you sure you still have to go to work?" Yin Jiachen was eating breakfast opposite, his eyes were slightly heavy, and the expression on his face showed a slight disapproval.

The distance between Ling Qingyu and Yin Jiachen was very close, and she subconsciously stood up slightly and stretched out her hand, frowning for Yin Jiachen's caressing.

When Ling Qingyu officially realized this action, her hand could no longer be retracted, and Yin Jiachen's eyes looked at her with a smile.

Ling Qingyu's face immediately became hot, and the crimson spread all the way to her neck, and then she wanted to withdraw her hand, but in an instant, Yin Jiachen directly held her soft stem, and at the same time pulled it to her face.

Yin Jiachen's eyes were fiery and Ling Qingyu was a little embarrassed, she twitched her hand slightly, but it was still to no avail. "Answer me!" Yin Jiachen's words were low and magnetic, with a demagogic flavor.

"I ...... I want to go back. Ling Qingyu bit her lip and revealed a clear and delicate voice, Yin Jiachen felt that Ling Qingyu's words made him feel a spring breeze, and then the corners of Yin Jiachen's mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

"Good!" The mood changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and just when the atmosphere between the two of them was daring, an untimely voice exploded, "Young Master! The car is ready! ”

The two of them raised their heads at the same time to look over, the housekeeper was looking at them, taking advantage of this gap, Ling Qingyu quickly withdrew his hand.

Yin Jiachen looked at the housekeeper with a somewhat unhappy expression, but in the end he didn't say anything, and then raised his hand to look at the watch, it was indeed almost time.

Yin Jiachen raised her eyes and looked at Ling Qingyu, she knew very well what Yin Jiachen wanted to ask, and then nodded, "Okay." ”

After that, Yin Jiachen's expression was still doting, and the two went to the company.

This time, Ling Qingyu no longer separated from Yin Jiachen, she held Yin Jiachen's arm, and the two walked in intimately, with a tendency to abuse dogs.

As soon as I entered, unlike the hot and dry air outside, the cold air in the group hall opened widely, and a cold feeling hit, and at the same time, I felt the surprised eyes of the people around me.

Yin Jiachen's face did not change, he walked forward with long legs and firm steps, but Ling Qingyu was still a little nervous, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his big palm shook it hard.

Ling Qingyu felt the touch coming from her hand, and then raised her head according to the movement, Yin Jiachen's expression still didn't react, but Ling Qingyu knew, she couldn't help lowering her head, and the corners of her mouth rose.

Then she raised her head with her chest, and entered the president's special elevator with Yin Jiachen under everyone's attention, "Oh my God, the new person from this design department turned out to be the president's wife!" A woman quietly covered her face with a document, and was looking in the direction of Ling Qingyu and said.

"Uh-huh, shhh...... It's not the kind of person we can talk about anymore. The female colleague next to her responded cautiously, looking at Ling Qingyu's back with some awe.

“……”

Ling Qingyu still had some broken thoughts in her ears when the elevator was about to close, Ling Qingyu was a little distracted, and when the elevator door closed, Yin Jiachen waved his hand in front of her.

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu's thoughts were pulled back, and the elevator door opened before a while, and she walked out of the elevator door first with a sense of relief.

Yin Jiachen looked at Ling Qingyu's back and didn't say anything, she turned around and waved her little hand at Yin Jiachen gently, and then before Yin Jiachen could react, the elevator door began to close.

Ling Qingyu came to the design department by herself, Yin Jiachen went to the president's office, she looked at the closed door, calmed down and stepped into the door of the design department.

"Whew! Welcome back to the president's wife! With the sound of a cannon barrel colored, everyone in the crowd cheered, and Ling Qingyu's hair was instantly filled with many colorful gift ribbons.

She looked at the people around her in surprise, everyone who was familiar and unfamiliar was cheering, with a false smile on her face, Ling Qingyu looked at it, the manager of the design department and Milan were in front, and even Ling Qingyu saw the three Ye Zi who looked a little embarrassed in the corner.

Ling Qingyu's eyes flashed, as if he hadn't seen it, and a standard smile appeared on his face: "Thank you." The official words said.

As soon as her words fell, the design manager who was still critical of her work before burst into laughter, "I have long known that the identity of the president's wife is not simple, such a temperamental and capable person, it really didn't make me look away!" Ha ha. ”

Hearing this, everyone's embarrassment was about to be committed, Ling Qingyu could only smile back, and his face was quite calm, and Milan on the side saw that Ling Qingyu's eyes hadn't been on her much from the beginning, and his steps were a little hesitant and he didn't dare to come forward.

At this time, Milan's colleague pushed her with his elbow slightly, "Hey, Milan, didn't you have a good relationship with the president's wife before?" Why don't you go up and care? At the same time, with gossip eyes, the corners of his mouth were a little picky.

Milan was already a little recoiled, and was suddenly provoked by this, and then his face turned red and his neck thickened, "Of course?" After she said this, she quickly stepped forward.

Ling Qingyu was dodging the various handshakes and shoulder pats of the design manager, and Milan had already walked over with a smile, although she felt that Milan was still that simple and enthusiastic look, but Ling Qingyu's eyebrows were still wrinkled.

"Sister Qingqing, ah! No, I should call you Mrs. President by now! Hehe. Milan stood beside Ling Qingyu with some pretense of tigers, and held her arm intimately with his hand.

Ling Qingyu looked over, the faint smile on her face dissipated a lot, and she looked at Milan Da's hand on her arm a little awkwardly, and turned her body slightly sideways without a trace, "Hehe, no need, everyone will call me Qingyu in the future!" "Kind voice.

Milan felt that her hand was empty, and the look on her face was a little unnatural, but Ling Qingyu's expression did not show disgust for her.

"Okay, Sister Qingyu!" Milan looked at the crowd and couldn't get off the stage......

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