Ye Zhen always felt that there was some indescribable wind and sunshine today.

He didn't speak, he lowered his head to check the report in his hand, and on the surface he seemed extremely attentive, but in fact, Ye Zhen kept thinking about the mistake he had made when he reported just now.

In fact, when he was reporting to the president today, he "accidentally" discovered the "traces" on his own president.

Thinking of the ambiguous red marks that spread from the other party's neck to his strong chest, Ye Zhen was not completely sure.

"Ye Tezhu? You go to the floor, I'll press it for you. "The person who was already waiting in front of the elevator was friendly and accosted.

But Ye Zhen was too immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't reply for a long time after the other party asked.

“…… Ye Tesuke? ”

It wasn't until the third time that Ye Zhen was called, and the other party slowly came back to his senses and smiled at the employee very apologetically.

Ye Zhen was a little annoyed. "I'll go to the third floor, thank you."

"Okay." The employee nodded hurriedly.

Although there is nothing wrong with looking at it in a daze, in the eyes of people observing gossip, whether it is the president who is very breezy today, or the special assistant who is in a daze from time to time, there is obviously a special story.

As everyone knows, Ye Zhen is annoyed that he made a mistake in reporting, while Huo Yichen puts down his work from time to time and sends a message to his wife.

[How does Jojo feel? Is there anything else you feel uncomfortable with? 】

A similar message is sent every few minutes, which is more of a daily chat, but it can also give a glimpse of the man's mood is quite happy.

The pen turned a corner in Huo Yichen's hand, and then wrote a signature very rhythmically and smoothly.

Huo Yichen signed the contract in his hand, but his mind was still on Murong Qiao, thinking that when the lunch break came, he would skip work directly to buy the pastry that he liked very much for the other party.

After all...... He can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Huo Yichen thought of this, and then sent a message to Ye Zhen, asking the other party to prepare a car and wait for him to go out.

Maybe I felt Huo Yichen's good mood today, and today's weather is also a mild and cool type, which makes people can't help but feel that it is a good day to go shopping.

The color of the canopy reached a true blue, and then it was rubbed together and separated from the clouds that drifted everywhere, and if you were lucky, you could occasionally see the polar line brought by the jet exhaust of the aircraft.

Seeing that the sun was just right outside, Anno pressed the sunhat, couldn't help but take a photo, and called Murong Qiao.

It was quickly connected, but Anno faintly heard a throbbing sound.

“…… Jojo? She swallowed what she wanted to say, and her face was puzzled and concerned about the person on the other end of the phone.

Murong Qiao took a deep breath, "I'm fine, Anno, you speak." ”

If she were to say it herself, she was so sore that she was even a little tortured with her mobile phone, then she would inevitably die.

Maybe she felt that her effect was a bit exaggerated, but it was like a piece of paper that was repeatedly kneaded and left behind by countless texts, and the toughness of the paper was stretched to the extreme-

"I don't have anything to do, it's just that the crew is finished here today, do you have time to come out and take a walk?" Anno mentioned what he wanted to say just now, and after finishing speaking, his tone couldn't help but be faintly lost. "It's been a long time since we've played together......"

It's not anyone's fault, Murong Qiao has the company's affairs to be busy every day, and after Anno's career has risen step by step, the resources such as scripts and variety shows at hand have never been broken.

In addition, the two have long since noticed that they are together, and there is no chance to meet.

"Today, it may not work." Murong Qiao slowly sat up from the bed.

With this one action alone, she already didn't want to move anymore.

It's also good to be a salted fish in the bed.

Murong Qiao's heart was rotten, and such thoughts emerged.

There was a sudden sound at the door, it seemed that Huo Yichen was back, Murong Qiao said to Anno first, then hung up the phone, got up to welcome people home.

There are only two of them who have the keys to the apartment, and at this moment Huo Yichen is standing at the door with the snacks he bought, taking off his coat and changing his shoes.

"So early to come back today?" Murong Qiao emerged from the side of the corridor.

Huo Yichen raised the beautifully packaged bag in his hand, "Bring the dim sum you love to eat." ”

He was about to say something, but in the next second, he saw Murong Qiao coming over, his feet naked on the floor, and even he felt that the reddened surroundings were caused by whether the temperature would be too cold.

"You'll get cold barefoot, Jojo." He squatted down helplessly, and by the way, he took out a pair of fluffy slippers for Murong Qiao to change into.

The cold night breeze blew on the riverside just last night, and it was hard not to think that she could escape the punishment of a cold.

Murong Qiao did not forget to defend himself while cooperating with the wearing of shoes. "There's an air conditioner in the house."

"I'm staying home in the afternoon, do you have anything to eat?" Huo Yichen put the things he bought on the table in the living room, "You can go out to buy ingredients later, I also asked the third brother a few recipes you like to eat some time ago." ”

"You didn't call him that close before." Murong Qiao noticed the change in his salutation, and raised his eyebrows.

Huo Yichen nodded calmly, "When I was exchanging cooking skills, I called it like this by the way, but he didn't feel anything." ”

So far, Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao's locking up is a matter that several brothers have identified, so for Huo Yichen, the brothers are quite acceptable.

Especially Murong Chuan was asked by Huo Yichen about cooking, the other party is willing to study hard and has talent, even if the factors related to his sister are not discussed, if he meets such a talented and intelligent student, Murong Chuan likes it quite a lot.

While the two were talking, Murong Qiao also helped Huo Yichen share a little bit of the work at hand.

Originally, the two of them were not neighbors, they usually lived on Murong Qiao's side, Huo Yichen rarely went back to his house, and now that he had broken the layer of screen paper, Huo Yichen could be said to be even more unscrupulous.

He even made it very efficient for people to install a door between himself and Murong Qiao's residence, so that he didn't have to go back and forth from the door to get things in the future.

After Murong Qiao knew that Huo Yichen would not return to the company in the afternoon, he unceremoniously ordered a few dishes that he liked very much, so he made an appointment with Huo Yichen to go out to buy together later.

It's the mark on the neck......

Murong Qiao looked at the red marks on his neck in the mirror, and finally came to the conclusion that he could only wear high-necked clothes today, and couldn't help but glare at the culprit next to him.

Last night was probably so crazy that Murong Qiao couldn't pick out a piece of intact skin from her whole body, and even at an angle she couldn't see, behind the neck covered by her hair, the traces of the night were still shocking.

But that's not for her.

Huo Yichen calmly walked behind Murong Qiao, helped the other party comb his hair, and then tied a half-high ponytail and draped part of the hair on the back of his head on his shoulders, and then pretended to "inadvertently" reveal a little trace on the back of his neck.

A stealthy and powerful possessiveness occupies such a private corner, a warning reserved for those who pretender.

He didn't mind his precious treasure shining brightly, but he wouldn't allow anyone to take away the treasure that belonged to him.

(End of chapter)