Jing Miaocun returned to the office, Jiang Yirao was lying on the sofa sideways, holding the remote control in his hand, staring at the all-in-one machine dedicated to the meeting. Seeing Jing Miaocun walking in with heavy steps, she moved her gaze to him, glanced at him lightly, Jing Miaocun half-covered his face with his right hand, and took off his suit coat very unhappily and threw it on the sofa.

She sat up, looked at Jing Miaocun standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and asked softly, "Did he beat you?" ”

Jing Miaocun took out a lighter, sat down and crossed Erlang's legs, and hummed in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette, but after looking at Jiang Yirao next to him, he still put away the lighter, he thought that women should not like men who smoke.

She pretended to be shocked, frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

The corners of Jing Miaocun's mouth twitched slightly, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, laughing helplessly, bowing his head and saying nothing.

She saw that Jing Miaocun didn't reply to her, probably similar to what she predicted, of course Mr. Jing disagreed, just like he said, "The vase is beautiful and unusable", and he can't help the Jing family.

Jiang Yirao had a smile in his eyes, not surprised, and asked him: "Because Jing Xiangcheng doesn't want me to be with you, right?" ”

Jing Miaocun hooked the corners of his lips, beckoned to her, and motioned for her to sit down.

She was really smart and knew when to make him angry and when not to provoke his temper. For example, now, this woman has learned to compromise, and no matter how much she resists in her heart, her body still leans over.

Satisfied, he looked down at the prey in his arms, touched the tip of her nose with his fingers, and blew violently, blowing the messy hair on her forehead.

Jiang Yirao glared at him angrily, and was about to shake his head, and then pulled down his bangs and half-pasted them to his forehead.

He raised his head to look at the empty ceiling, twisted his neck by the way, and told her indifferently: "He can't be the master, but our wedding date may have to be postponed." ”

She almost laughed out loud, but she felt that Jing Miaocun must be testing her attitude, she could only show deep and solemn, and there was still a process of inner struggle.

Jing Miaocun saw her smile and her eyes were lowered, with a little dissatisfaction on her face. There was a light in his eyes, and he lifted her chin and pressed it up.

It wasn't until his lips were almost pressed that she reached out and gently pushed him away, and said, "You can't give me anything now, what am I going to do with you." ”

He widened his eyes and said in a dumb voice: "You can leave if you want, but there will only be two results, first, I will arrest you back." Second, you take the initiative to come back, this game is also quite fun, you can try it. ”

His eyes were too deep, as if he had just come out of hell, and there was a mist on them, and he could not see the bottom, like an abyss. She would never have guessed what was going on under his eyes.

Her body trembled slightly, if he hadn't found out about Ruan Mingchu's existence, she would still meet Jing Mingcun's gaze and confront him, maybe she would really go.

It's just a game, since she can disappear for four years, she can hide from him for four years. But now she doesn't dare to gamble with Ruan Mingchu's life and future, because in this world, she has only one relative left.

Jiang Yirao steadied his breathing, then took the initiative to hold Jing Miaocun's hand, put it on his face, rubbed his palm, and said to him in a flattering tone: "But I don't want to play this boring game with you." Jing Miaocun, don't let my brother come back yet, okay? ”

He removed his hand and rubbed his belly against her jaw, smiling at each other: "You're currying favor with me." ”

"I'm begging you." Her determined eyes made him feel a little sincere, but not soft enough.

He didn't rush to promise her, but just looked at her lips, pursed the corners of her mouth, and said in a playful tone, "I especially want to know what kind of smell you applied today." ”

It's shameless.

Jiang Yirao's eyes were slightly gloomy, the corners of his mouth were raised with disdain, he straightened his waist directly, and bit his lip with anger.

Jing Miaocun didn't frown, raised her head very cooperatively, closed her eyes slightly, and enjoyed the moment of pleasure she brought to herself.

It wasn't until there was a faint smell of blood in her mouth that she pulled away proudly and looked at him coldly.

Jing Miaocun's mood gradually improved, brushed off the blood stains on her lips, and scratched her palms like coaxing a child: "Okay, as long as you are by my side for a day, I guarantee that your brother will go to school in Ross safely." ”

When Jing Miaocun still wanted to kiss her, a phone call saved her.

She pressed Jing Miaocun's hand and turned sideways to find the phone, which displayed an unfamiliar number.

She didn't care about it and connected: "Hello, who are you?" ”

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the other side of the phone.

[Rao?] Is that you. ]