"Well, come here." Liu Qinglan stretched out her hand, took the man's wrist, and turned to go upstairs.

In the fifteen years of the Ji family, she not only knows all aspects of this huge family, but also knows the deepest secrets of Ji Xiurui's heart.

Every night, he is no longer him, but a five-year-old Ah Qiang.

Ji Xiurui obediently followed behind Liu Qinglan, looking around curiously.

Liu Qinglan led her into the master bedroom of the villa.

In the center of the bedroom, there is a dark red round bed, a few long skirts are thrown on the bed at random, only half of the tulle curtains are drawn from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the other half of the window is the dark sea.

There was a wine cabinet up to the roof next to the wall, which was full of expensive imported red wine, Liu Qinglan took a bottle casually, and pulled Ji Xiurui around the big bed.

On the other side of the bed, there is a light pink study desk.

"Sit down." Liu Qinglan commanded.

Ji Xiurui immediately sat down obediently, stuffed himself into the small light pink chair used by the students, and blinked his eyes to look at Liu Qinglan.

"It's all done." Liu Qinglan stretched out her hand and pulled out a book from the small bookshelf on the desk.

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The sharpened pencil was stuffed between Ji Xiurui's slender knuckles, and he opened the first page aggrievedly: "Sister Tiantian, do you have to finish it?" ”

"Yes, if you do it right, you will be rewarded with candy." Liu Qinglan said lightly.

"Okay!" Ji Xiurui nodded excitedly and did it seriously!

Liu Qinglan leaned on the big bed, opened the red wine, poured some random into the goblet, and tasted it lightly.

In the year of the wedding, she was nineteen years old and Ji Xiurui was twenty-one years old.

He had just taken office as CEO, and his whole person was like a freshly unsheathed sword, and he urgently needed to do something to prove himself.

He worked hard, worked overtime until late at night, and always had Liu Qinglan by his side.

Liu Qinglan accompanied him to review the project until three o'clock in the morning, and got up at five o'clock to make breakfast, because he liked to eat the omelet she made herself.

Those overloaded overtime hours were finally erased by the light sentence "triple salary", but Ji Xiurui didn't know that her salary ......

It's zero!

How many times zero, it's all zero.

At twelve o'clock, Liu Qinglan fell asleep on the big bed.

Ah Cheng, who was still doing the question, sensibly helped Liu Qinglan cover the quilt and continued to do the question, and at four o'clock in the morning, he got the candy he wanted and was sent back to the old house by the bodyguards.

At six o'clock, Ji Xiurui's alarm clock rang.

He frowned, reached out, and pressed it a few times before finding the location of the alarm.

Before, this damn thing would only ring three times before it would be turned off by Liu Qinglan, but today, it ......

Ji Xiurui's hand subconsciously touched the other half of the big bed, and the cold sheets reminded him that he was divorced.

He sat up slowly, dressed and washed, tied a black tie as usual, and then went downstairs for breakfast.

There is no paste in the egg rolls.

The omelet is very tender, slightly browned on the surface, and there is still a little unsolidified egg wash in the inner core, although it is poured with tomato sauce, it is not mixed, one-third onion juice, two-thirds tomato.

Ji Xiurui lost his appetite in an instant, and after drinking a cup of coffee, he pushed away the plate and got up to leave.

His right hand was a little sore as he served the coffee cup.

He didn't care, and when he arrived at the company, he took the president's special elevator upstairs.

The elevator door on the twenty-second floor opened, and only Wen Junming was waiting there.

Instead of standing there like every day for the past seven years, Liu Qinglan, holding a document, wearing a light-colored professional outfit with a smile on her face.