Jing Miaocun faced the strong light, slowly opened his eyes, and reached out to find that there was one person missing from his side.

He straightened up, took a cold shower in the bathroom, looked at himself in front of the mirror, picked his messy hair, shaved his beard, and then walked down the stairs with lazy steps.

He glanced around, heard movement in the kitchen, and quietly walked over. Only then did she find that she was facing away from him, wearing a simple tight-fitting white undershirt, and her hair was tied up with a thin wooden stick, but she looked extremely quiet and cold.

Jing Miaocun leaned against the table and pursed the corners of his mouth, and after examining her, he looked down at himself with a black high collar and a base, and then said with interest: "I have been busy with these things so early, what about Cheng's mother?" ”

Jiang Yirao was holding the freshly baked toast, thinking that he was in the way, and a big man of 1.9 meters was in front of her, standing in the way everywhere.

"It's the weekend." After speaking, she added: "Mr. Jing, please don't stand here." ”

Jing Miao got out of the way with interest, looked at her back, and there was a wave in her eyes: "What did you call me just now?" ”

Jiang Yirao felt that Jing Miaocun not only had a bad brain, but also had hearing problems.

She took off her apron, tied her hair neatly, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said indifferently without raising her eyes: "Don't say it twice." ”

Jing Miaocun approached, leaned on the table with one hand and tilted his head to look at her, and found that she never took the initiative to move her gaze to herself.

So he subconsciously pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at himself, her eyelids drooping slightly, and asked her in a deep voice, "Why don't you never look up at me." ”

…… Jiang Yirao almost laughed at his question.

She knocked off his hand, pretended to beat his neck, looked up at him innocently, and said in a playful tone: "Because you are too tall, are you still satisfied with this answer?" ”

When Jing Miaocun heard this answer, he first smiled proudly, and then secretly glanced at her shoes, most of which were sports flats, not even the chili shoes that women always wear.

Just thinking about something, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and he went to the living room to answer a call, it was Lin Hui calling.

It really didn't make people live in peace, he asked impatiently, "What's the matter?" ”

"Boss, the director is back."

Jing Miaocun frowned: "Where is he now?" ”

"Company."

"I'll be over in a moment."

Jing Miaocun hung up the phone, adjusted his dissatisfaction, turned around and walked to Jiang Yirao's side, picked up the sandwich on the table and nibbled on it a few bites.

Jiang Yirao saw his temper and put the milk against him. He took one look at it and said, "I'm not used to drinking this, just drink water in a while." ”

He does not drink what a child drinks.

She took the milk back and drank it herself, not understanding: "If you don't drink milk, how can you grow so tall." ”

"Born." He replied disdainfully, and took a few sips of cold water.

Before going upstairs to change clothes, he still explained to Jiang Yirao: "I'll go to the company, you can watch TV by yourself for a while, and I'll be back at noon." ”

"Something's wrong." She asked.

"Jingxiang City is back."

Jiang Yirao's hand to clean up the dishes paused, Jing Xiangcheng, this person behind the scenes of the Dajing clan, she really wanted to meet.

So she didn't hesitate, and looked at him very seriously: "I'm going with you." ”

He wasn't much surprised, and replied, "Okay." ”

With Jiang Yirao's identity, sooner or later he will have to meet.