It's impossible to sleep here, Xia Yuke decided to drive to the cabin, the cabin was originally for her, he made a place like that, just because she said when she was a child that she longed for that kind of life, small bridges and flowing water, flowers everywhere, he designed a place like this himself.

I don't know how long I slept, but Zhao Qingqian woke up and found that he didn't sleep in his own home, the house was very fresh and elegant, full of fragrant and clean smell.

Thinking of what happened before, Zhao Qingqian still had a little palpitations, she never thought that such a thing would happen to her, when she was in despair. Fortunately, Xia Yuke arrived in time to save himself.

"You woke up, I asked Uncle Xiang to make some soup to taste Uncle Xiang's craftsmanship"

Xia Yuke's magnetic voice broke the silence of the room, his voice was very good, very rich, and he sounded very secure.

Under the light, the man's facial features are distinct, and his angular face is unusually handsome.

Xia Yuke sat on the edge of Qingqian's bed as he spoke, Qingqian had never had such intimate contact with any man since he was a child.

Thinking of the fact that he fell asleep in the bar with his strong arms in the bar before, Zhao Qingqian was a little shy, and a blush crept up his cheeks and fell into Xia Yuke's eyes.

He has been very good at observing words and emotions since he was a child, and he is good at analyzing the psychology of characters, not to mention her who is simple-minded, Xia Yuke naturally knows what she is shy.

Although he understood her thoughts, he didn't mean to stand up, his slender fingers opened the lunch box, stirred it with a soup spoon to speed up the heat dissipation, and then sent the soup to Zhao Qingqian's mouth very intimately.

He looked at her shy eyes and listened to her breathing, how happy it felt, feeling like the whole world was around!

Zhao Qingqian, who was already embarrassed, was even more embarrassed to be stared at like this by Xia Yuke.

I didn't expect that the iceberg president of Pi Mu Ne on weekdays, and when he was so gentle, looking at his smiling eyes really made Qing Qian too unaccustomed.

Qing Qian took the lead in breaking the silence and whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Xia, let's come by myself."

Xia Yuke said yes, and then carefully handed her the bowl, knowing that she had been eating this kind of bone-grinding stewed chicken soup since she was a child, he specially asked Uncle Xiang to make this today, although his own cottage was done, but there was still a kitchen, he must make a big kitchen another day, and he could cook something for her to eat.

Xia Yuke looked at Zhao Qingqian with anticipation and just took a sip of the soup, and asked her if it was delicious.

Zhao Qing nodded shyly, seeing that the man opposite didn't seem to have any intention of getting up, her face was still heating up.

After taking a few sips, she couldn't help it, she lowered her head and said, "Mr. Xia, you can eat some more by yourself, don't worry about me"

Seeing that her face was red like a ripe shrimp, Xia Yuke smiled maliciously, she wanted to watch her drink like this, but it was really a bit bad to think that she was staring at her like this, after all, Zhao Qingqian's memory didn't know anything except that he was her boss.

There was no hurry, he was confident that their relationship would be restored, so he could only take his time, and then he reluctantly stood up.

I don't know why, she always has that feeling in her heart, she feels that Xia Yuke gives her a very familiar feeling, as if they once knew each other.

He also knows his preferences, the style of the room, the environment, and the taste of the food, all of which he likes very much, and he can't find anyone who knows her tastes other than his parents.

His arms, and when he patted her on the back and gave her a sense of security, everything felt so familiar to her.

Zhao Qingqian tried to open his memory, but he didn't have any thoughts, and his head hurt a little because of this.

After drinking the chicken soup, Zhao Qingqian didn't bring his mobile phone, it was already dark outside, and he didn't know what time it was, and he should go back.

Xia Yuke sent Zhao Qingqian home, afraid that she would catch a cold, so he insisted on putting his coat on her, Zhao Qingqian couldn't hold him, so he had to listen to him.

Xia Yuke remembered her address by the way, although Zhao Qingqian had already gotten out of the car, Xia Yuke had no intention of leaving, and saw her go home.

After arriving home, Qingqian opened the window and looked at the Porsche downstairs, and saw that he had not left.

Under the night sky, in the moonlight, the man's tall and straight body, leaning next to the car, his smooth and fair face, revealing the angular coldness, the high nose bridge, and the thick eyebrows, showing the masculinity of the man.

Fade away from the strictness of work, Xia Yuke, with a little human touch, is so charming.

When you are close, it makes people feel like a spring breeze, and when you are cold, it makes people feel like falling into ice, and you are really a contradictory person.

Xia Yuke's facial features are handsome, not Zhao Qingqian, who is Yan Kong, and he was stunned for a few seconds.

She signaled that she was safe and told him to hurry home.

Seeing him nod in acquiescence and drive away from the car, she pulled the curtains and turned off the lights.

There are really too many things happening tonight, and the feeling in Zhao Qingqian's heart now is that he can't say that he can't say anything.

I was really lucky to be able to meet Xia Yuke to rescue him in such a dangerous situation, and I was very grateful to him.

Thinking that he would have to work with him on Monday, Zhao Qingqian was still a little looking forward to it.

However, when she thought of Xia Yuke's work, she was so serious, she didn't like him who was not too serious, she still liked him who was friendly on weekdays!

In a blink of an eye, it's time to go to work again, and I'm still worried about what happened that day, but I want to move to Xia Yuke's office today.

Before leaving, Zhao Qingqian handed over his relevant information to Song Cheng.

has just established a friendship with Zhao Qingqian, and he is very reluctant for her to leave here to go somewhere else, and Song Cheng always feels that Xia Yuke must have some purpose for this transfer to Zhao Qingqian, but he can't figure anything out.

Leaving the sales department, Zhao Qingqian is also very reluctant to be here, and has been here for a long time, although it is a potted plant that is watered every day on the table, there are feelings, not to mention the colleagues who deal with it every day, and don't look up to see it!

Early in the morning, the colleagues in the sales department office were seeing off Zhao Qingqian, greeting a few words, and the whole office had a parting sentimentality, but Deng Wenwen was in an extremely happy mood today.

Knowing that Song Cheng and Zhao Qingqian have a good relationship, he didn't forget to provoke it, deliberately exposed people's shortcomings, and Song Cheng's teeth were itching, if it wasn't for Qingqian's sake today, or for the sake of her being a woman, she should really teach her a good lesson. Seeing that her jokes were getting more and more endless, Song Cheng couldn't help but scolded her a few words.

She blinked innocent eyes cheekily and said, "Didn't I also see that I was leaving, and I wanted to say a few more words to her!" ”

She deliberately found an excuse to block Song Cheng, and Song Cheng was too lazy to worry about her kind of three-eight women.

Very patiently said to Zhao Qingqian: "Qingqian, since you have decided to relocate, you have packed up, just move over, it is estimated that you will be urged later, adjust your state in the past, and adapt to it as soon as possible" Song Cheng felt that Deng Wenwen was uneasy to speak, and didn't want Qingqian to listen to her nonsense and suffer, so he simply let her go first.

Seeing the difference between the man she liked and other women and herself, Deng Wenwen's eyes were full of jealousy for a moment, but when she thought of it, she immediately couldn't see Zhao Qingqian and Song Cheng together, and Song Cheng would not see Zhao Qingqian again when she went to work in the future, she was very happy, twisted her plump ass with a smile, returned to her seat, and smiled with flowers.