Liu Qingyi's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, Yingying's eyes looked longing, her head was lowered, her eyes were withdrawn from the aunt beside her, and she murmured.

However, from her words that did not contain much relief, Murong Lei could still vaguely feel that there was still a trace of mustard in the girl's heart.

Looking at the girl's delicate white face like mutton fat jade, and the sultry but abrupt silhouette of her face in the dim light, Murong Lei was silent for a long time, and finally had to sigh faintly, and then softly admonished: "Don't think so much, go to bed early." Aren't you going back to Fez tomorrow for an internship? If you don't have the energy, how can you do it? ”

The red lips pursed slightly, Liu Qingyi didn't speak again, just quietly glanced out of the window, and then slowly moved her delicate body and lay down.

Seeing this, Murong Lei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after covering the quilt for the girl sideways, she turned off the lamp and turned over to sleep.

In the dimly lit bedroom room, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment. The slanting wind and drizzle outside the window are still there, and the curtains between the cracks in the windows are swaying slightly. On the bed, Liu Qingyi's crystalline eyes opened slightly, and she looked out the window through the curtains rolled up by the breeze, staring at her for a long time.

I don't know how long I was out of her mind like this, but the girl's eyebrows couldn't bear the tiredness and slowly closed, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

When Murong Lei and Liu Qingyi fell asleep together, in the study on the second floor of the Liu family villa at this moment, Liu Cen was still sorting out the teaching documents of various colleges in his hand.

He was holding a cup of coffee that was about to cool down in his hand, but his eyes were always staring at the notebook in front of the desk, tapping with the mouse from time to time, and picking up the pen on the side to sketch something on the Chinese document in his hand, looking extremely focused.

"Babble-"

The lightly closed door was slowly pushed open, and the sound of steady footsteps came from far and near, and the figure of a middle-aged young woman stood in front of Liu Cen, in her hand, there was also a steaming water cup, which contained not any coffee or tea, but just a piece of boiled water.

"Why haven't you rested yet?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Liu Cen with a little disgust, carefully handed the water cup in her hand to the table in front of the latter, Liu frowned slightly, and slowly reminded softly: "It's better to drink less coffee at night, drink a cup of boiled water to warm up, the coffee in your hand is already cold." ”

"Didn't you rest too?"

Liu Cen gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised his head and looked at the front of him, Jiang Hongxia's gentle appearance in pajamas was reflected in his pupils. He smiled casually, took the glass of water that the latter was about to bring to his paperwork, and then placed it to his lips and took a sip.

Jiang Hongxia moved slightly, walked around the wide desk in front of her and came to the back of Liu Cen's chair, raised her wrist and lightly rested it on the latter's shoulders, and then slowly pressed her fingertips, kneading it seriously, and then sighed.

"I'm in the company, and I just do a little bit of things every day, and if there are no big plans and board resolutions that need to be resolved, I'm no different from an idler. How can this be compared to you, you see that you still have so many personnel arrangements and teaching management cases to be approved......"

"Okay, I don't mean to compare with you, why are you nagging yourself?"

Liu Cen rarely put down the document in his hand, put his hand lightly on the plain hand on his shoulder, patted it slowly, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and continued to smile: "Don't worry, I'm going to feel tired, I will definitely rest first." No matter how busy you are at work, your body is not as important as your body. ”

"If you know, it's good."

Jiang Hongxia couldn't help but glared at Liu Cen's back, and pinched her palm slightly before slowing down and continuing to massage Liu Cen with extremely appropriate force. At this moment, in her sight, there is no trace of the calm and graceful temperament of the upper-class celebrity strong woman when she is in a high position in the company, just like an ordinary wife and young woman who serves her husband.

"Hongxia. Today, Qingyi came to Fez for job hunting and internship, is the performance okay? What department did you assign her to and what content did you manage in charge? ”

Liu Cen suddenly remembered the tiredness in his tone when Qingyi called him just now, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of distress in his heart. However, the latter didn't say anything, and Liu Cen naturally didn't want to ask more. But out of concern, he eventually decided to ask his wife instead.

"Qingyi, she-"

Seeing that Liu Cen suddenly moved the topic away from each other's husband and wife and shifted it to Liu Qingyi, Jiang Hongxia still didn't react a little, and she didn't realize until she was halfway through her mouth, and she hadn't figured out how to answer.

"What's wrong? Qingyi, isn't it causing you trouble again? ”

Seeing Jiang Hongxia's words pause, Liu Cen hurriedly turned his head, staring at his wife with a slight gaze, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart. Regarding Liu Qingyi's attitude of deliberately going against Jiang Hongxia before, although Liu Cen didn't say much, he was still faintly dissatisfied in his heart.

"How so? Don't you know your own daughter? Although she still doesn't want to accept me, she has always been very sensible, how could she cause me trouble in the company. ”

"Then why do you, I see that you seem to want to say something and stop. Is something happening? ”

Liu Cen's heart sank slightly when he heard this, and then he shook his head lightly and smiled with relief, thinking that he should also agree with what Jiang Hongxia said. But then his thick eyebrows furrowed again, and he continued to ask suspiciously.

Jiang Hongxia recalled that this afternoon, Liu Qingyi came to the company to see her and asked for deployment, and her expression couldn't help but move slightly. Because she always felt that something was faintly wrong.

This is not because Liu Qingyi asked her to take the initiative to assign to the raw material processing department at the bottom of the enterprise. After all, she has been with the latter for so long, and Jiang Hongxia knows a lot about her temperament and what she does-

Although it is said that this rich daughter with exquisite appearance and as if she had strayed into the mortal world, was born in the Murong family, which is enough to make countless people admire and envy, and his father is also the president of an aristocratic and prestigious university, he must have been accustomed to the life of a young lady with fine clothes and food since he was a child.

But in fact, the latter is absolutely not the same as the hardships endured by girls of ordinary parents of the same age and the trials they have experienced.

Because Murong Nan is a woman who is very strict with people and things, as a classmate of the latter in college, she actually knows better than anyone else in her heart. Liu Qingyi, as her daughter, is afraid that such a request will only increase. Young people who have experienced a lot of wind and rain often scoff at the so-called airborne high positions that can be achieved overnight.

But what makes Jiang Hongxia still puzzled is that Liu Qingyi's attitude towards herself today is still ......

"Could it be the book "The Trap of Microeconomic Thinking"?"

Jiang Hongxia's heart fell into deep thought, and she muttered to herself in a trance, and somehow suddenly remembered this little thing. She faintly felt that something was wrong in her heart, so she looked at Liu Cen with a faint curiosity and mentioned-

"Nothing happened...... By the way, Lao Liu, Qingyi, have you ever read the book that she put at home before, which seems to be called, "The Trap of Microeconomic Thinking"? ”

Liu Cen was first stunned by his wife's question when he heard this, and then after coming back to his senses, he thought about it carefully, his eyes slowly closed a little, and then slowly opened them again, and finally nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, Qingyi did read the book you said, and it was the girl who asked me to secretly take it out of your room and say I wanted to read it. What's wrong? ”

After Liu Cen finished speaking, he felt a little surprised in his mind, and he was also a little curious about how Jiang Hongxia knew, and why he suddenly asked him about it.

And so it was! It seems that most of my guesses have been confirmed. Qingyi her、There should be something hiding from us。 ”

Jiang Hongxia's face changed slightly, she had been guessing about various possible situations before, but now that it was confirmed, she didn't dare to make any more conclusions, so she had to explain and remind Liu Cen with a little prevarication.

"Eh, I thought something was going on, Qingyi is already an adult after all, and it's normal to have a little bit of her own privacy. As parents, we don't need to think so much, and we don't have to, we have to get to the bottom of it. ”

Looking at Jiang Hongxia's solemn appearance, Liu Cen was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but hurriedly laugh, intending to dissolve the atmosphere that suddenly fell silent for some reason.

However, although he said this, Liu Cen, who knew Jiang Hongxia's temperament well, still felt a little confused in his heart. He looked at the latter's pensive expression, but did not open his mouth to interrupt it, but his eyes were slightly condensed, and some kind of thought was slowly brewing in his heart.

The strength between Jiang Hongxia's fingers slowly slowed down a lot, and after about a long time, her thoughts gradually withdrew from her memories.

Her eyes fluttered a little unfocused, and she exhaled deeply from her nose, and then the corners of her lips couldn't help but raise a calm smile.

In the quiet study, a couple in pajamas leaned against each other, although the corners of their mouths also had a shallow and inexplicable arc, but they had their own thoughts.

The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, lingering from the gloomy night sky, slanting and falling to the earth. The cold wind floats, bringing with it the rhythmic echo of the air hula. The night has become thicker, and the original light rain has gradually turned to thinning, and in the corners of the eaves, from time to time, raindrops have fallen, smashing into the small puddles piled up by the wall, making a clear dingdong sound.

In the corridor of the inpatient department of Santa Fe Central Hospital, there are still many dim lights on all night. And from time to time, there were gentle footsteps, walking through the corridors. It was a number of white-clad nurses who were on patrol and needed to ensure that the patient was prepared for any unexpected situations that might arise.