"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Jiang Yue stood there with a look of longing: "It's just that I miss Uncle Zhang a little, doesn't Uncle Zhang want me?"

Zhang Liuling sighed, looking at her smug and delicate look: "Jiang Yue, don't make trouble."

Jiang Yue stood there, but she was still very innocent and said, "I didn't cause trouble, I just punished the junior, Uncle Zhang may not know, right?" That secretary is the person Jiawen likes, and I was actually abandoned? It's pathetic."

She felt sorry for herself, and she cried and said, "But Uncle Zhang doesn't pity me at all, he feels sorry for me."

"What nonsense is you talking about here?"

Zhang Liuling's gaze still fell on her coldly.

Jiang Yue stood under his gaze for a while, then walked into his study and asked, "Uncle Zhang, it's so late, are you still reading?" What books are you reading?"

Jiang Yue came here to find him completely, so he looked like he was speechless, but after arriving at his desk, he still reached out and picked up the book he was reading just now from the table.

It turned out to be a scripture book.

Jiang Yue looked at him, "Uncle Zhang? When do you also look at the middle of the earthy stuff? Shouldn't you read the works of some famous foreign writers?"

Zhang Liuling let her hold the book, and only whispered, "Don't mess around."

Jiang Yue didn't, took the book and looked at it, and secretly thought to herself in her heart that he was a local product, and she thought that he didn't believe in this kind of brainwashing thing.

Jiang Yue felt a little disillusioned with his aura in her heart.

When Jiang Yue's face was lifted, she turned the pages as if the scriptures were hiding something.

Zhang Liuling stretched out his hand and took the scripture book from her hand, and said with a cold face, "Okay, don't take it randomly."

His attitude towards the scriptures was completely different from Jiang Yue's, but he put the scriptures away.

Jiang Yue came today for a purpose, and the moment he put the book down, she threw herself at him and threw herself directly into his arms.

Zhang Liuling probably didn't expect her to pounce, and at the moment she pounced, he hugged her with his hands, hiding a bit of anger in his eyes, but Jiang Yue stared at him with those fearless eyes, she pouted, and her voice was soft: "Do you really not want me?"

Zhang Liuling looked down at her face, and in her arms was a warm nephrite, fragrant.

He couldn't do it in the end, and his face softened little by little: "Okay, don't make trouble anymore."

His hand fell on her face, looking warm.

Jiang Yue smiled, and obediently stayed in his arms, letting her caress her, she curled her lips: "Not enough, not enough, I don't feel happy in my heart, I won't let it go, I just want to cause trouble."

Ever since he appeared the last time she was knocked to the ground by Madame Zhang through that Taoist priest, Jiang Yue knew that no matter what happened, he would not leave her alone.

Jiang Yue thought that Zhang Liuling in this life may be different, maybe he really loves her deeply and likes her.

She asked him with a pitiful face, "Uncle Zhang, will you help me, right?" Won't you leave me alone, will you?"

When Zhang Liuling heard her words, he didn't say anything to tell her to stop messing around, he only whispered, "How could I lose you?"

He looked into her eyes and said it seriously.

Jiang Yue smiled when she heard his words, hugged him with both hands, and smiled happily in his arms.

A face like a sunflower.

And Zhang Liuling's eyes were still looking at her, and those eyes had a liking that Jiang Yue couldn't understand.

"At least don't let yourself be hurt."

He said this to her, and it was almost arrogant to her.

Jiang Yue said, "No, I won't, as long as Uncle Zhang protects me, I won't be afraid of anything."

The next second, she leaned her face into his arms, well-behaved, like an obedient cat, staying in his arms.

Under the warm yellow floor lamp, it is the girl in the arms of the man who is holding it, the girl is squeamish, but the man is delicate

Inertial.

This picture is like a beautiful oil painting.

Zhang Liuling hugged the person in his arms for a long time, and when Jiang Yue raised his head, his lips kissed little by little on the girl's delicate lips.

The two kissed in the light, while Jiang Yue wrapped around the man on her body.

Zhang Jiawen returned to Zhang's house at ten o'clock the next morning, and when he returned to Zhang's house, he walked directly upstairs.

Jiang Yue was sleeping in bed, and when her door was pushed open, she lifted her face from the quilt with a noisy expression, and then looked at the person who came in.

"Brother, why did you come in so rudely?"

Jiang Yue frowned, looking very annoying.

Zhang Jiawen rushed over and dragged her out of bed: "Jiang Yue, you'd better not mess with me, if you dare to do this kind of thing again, I will definitely not let you go."

Zhang Jiawen warned her, but Jiang Yue smiled and said, "Is Secretary Jin better?"

Zhang Jiawen had just returned from the hospital, and Jin Zihan had a high fever after being sent to the hospital, which was naturally due to her air conditioning.

"How dare you ask? You poisonous woman, what is a secretary doing to get in your way? You actually use such means."

Zhang Jiawen's face is the face of his previous life, and the two faces overlapped in an instant, Jiang Yue thought that it was this disgusting face, it hadn't changed, he was still Zhang Jiawen, the disgusting Zhang Jiawen.

Jiang Yue smiled and said, "I'm a poisonous woman, you only know that I'm a poisonous woman for a day? Brother, do you know me, a little late?"

Zhang Jiawen was really angry, he looked at her face.

Jiang Yue smiled again and said, "Is it just a secretary? Brother, are you a fool for me? Why don't you tell me, what did you do last night? Greet your subordinates?"

"You're clean when you are, I said we're just using each other, what, you're going to take care of my business now?"

Jiang Yue snorted and said, "That's not it, brother, I don't use each other with you, I'm naturally jealous. I can't tolerate someone else wearing a hat on my head, and if my brother really likes it, then I'm really going to touch it?"

Zhang Jiawen raised his hand, and he was about to slap Jiang Yue's hateful face, but the moment he raised his hand, his hand was held by Jiang Yue.

"Brother, you give me a try, don't you want the position of the Zhang family?"

In the next second, Zhang Jiawen's screams came from Jiang Yue's room.

The scream was very loud, the maid in the corridor heard the scream, and immediately pushed the door in, and saw Zhang Jiawen holding his wrist, he was still screaming miserably when he bent over, and his wrist was dripping blood.

Jiang Yue still had blood on the corner of her lips, she looked at Zhang Jiawen's appearance, but she just smiled.