Sending paintings seemed to be just a small episode, and then Song Qing and the others continued to entertain their friends until they sent each other away.

Although Zhao Yuxuan has only just opened, after a morning, he has successfully squeezed into the upper class. Now openly and secretly, there are many people inquiring about Zhao Yuxuan's background, and even Zhao Cheng's identity background.

The CEO of Jiang's Holdings, the young master of the Qi family, and the young son of Wang's Jewelry.

Just because they can come to congratulate and give gifts in person, this already represents Zhao Yuxuan's strength, and sometimes connections are a symbol of status.

Each floor of Zhao Yuxuan is very wide, and the seventh floor has a tea room, a living room, a conference room, and the president's office.

Zhao Yuxuan's decoration is very retro, with a low-key and luxurious feeling.

Perhaps the place is empty, and three screens are placed in the place where the assistant works outside the president's office.

In the middle of the screen are desks and computers.

At this time, in the president's office, Song Qing took off his high heels and threw them aside, and lay on the sofa with a grin, looking loveless.

"These high heels are really not worn by people, my feet are in pain, and the back heels are worn out,."

Zhao Cheng went to the pantry outside and poured Song Qing a cup of boiling water, and when he walked into the office with the water, he heard his wife mourning there.

"I didn't tell you to stop wearing high heels in the morning, you didn't listen, and now you know it hurts." Zhao Cheng said and put the water cup on the coffee table.

The water is boiling, steaming, and now it's too hot to drink.

Zhao Cheng put down the water and sat down at Song Qing's feet, reaching out to hold her ankle.

"I'll see."

Song sighed lightly.

"I can't wear high heels, they're all torn."

"It hurts a little."

Zhao Cheng glanced at her heels, and sure enough, the skin was broken.

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at her and reached out to pat her leg.

"Disobedient, don't wear it next time."

Zhao Cheng said as he got up and walked towards the desk.

Standing in front of the desk, Zhao Cheng reached out and pulled open the drawer and took out a band-aid from inside.

Sitting at Song Qing's feet again, Zhao Cheng tore open the band-aid and stuck it on the place where Song Qing's skin was broken.

"It's good to stick it on for two days.

Looking at the man's serious expression, Song Qing couldn't help but stretch out his feet on his chest.

"Hurry up and pinch it, it feels like the leg is not mine anymore."

"You're going to call me."

Zhao Cheng said and patted her calf and stomach.

"Who made you my husband, who doesn't call you, tell me, do you want to call me?"

Zhao Cheng chuckled.

"Hmm." Zhao Cheng responded and leaned over and grabbed Song Qing's intention to move the person to his side a little, then he reached out and held one of Song Qing's feet on his shoulder, and began to massage her.

Song Qing frowned.

"No, it's a little weaker."

Zhao Cheng responded.

"Okay."

"Right? That's it. ”

"Not bad, not bad? Just right. ”

A few minutes later? Song Qing felt a lot more comfortable on his legs, and then waved his hand and said, "Okay, I feel better, I don't need to press it." ”

Just want to retract your feet? The ankle was lightly held by Zhao Cheng's hand. He bent down slightly and looked condescendingly at Song Qing who was lying on the sofa at this time.

"There's no hurry."

A man's voice is deep and magnetic? With a strong and domineering gentleness.

Facing his gaze, Song Qing subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm so stressed."

No? To be precise, the heart beats so fast.

Zhao Cheng continued to bend down, then turned his head and kissed Song lightly on the leg, and then raised his eyes to look at her.

"Madam, it is better to be gentle with your husband."

The man's voice was inquiring, and Song Qing's heart trembled slightly unconsciously? It's numb, and it's very sweet.

Raising his eyes to look into his eyes, Song Qing did not answer, but reached out shyly to hold his hand.

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and kissed the corner of Song Qing's lips.

"That's good."

Song's face is hot.

"Don't say it."

"Okay, don't say it for the husband."

Looking at her shy appearance, Zhao Cheng's head kiss fell on her lips.

The man's strong aura quickly made Song Qing's reason collapse, and he could only reach out and hold his shirt tightly...... He carried him into the lounge in the president's office.

……

When Song Qing woke up again, it was already evening.

At this time, the sunset shone on Song Qing's face through the window? The light made Song Qing unconsciously open his eyes.

The light was a little dazzling, and Song Qing unconsciously raised his hand to block the sunlight.

Tired!

Don't want to move!

This is Song Qing's mood at this time.

"Awake?"

When Song Qing's mind was still a little unconscious, he heard Zhao Cheng's familiar voice in his ears, and when he heard the voice, Song Qing turned his head to look at his side.

At a glance, she saw Zhao Cheng sitting next to her bed facing the sunset.

At this time, he was leaning on his knees at the head of the bed, one hand on his knee, and his mobile phone in his hand? Obviously just looking at the phone.

Maybe he saw Song Qing wake up, so he was turning his head slightly to look at her at this time. His expression was still cold and hard? But looking at her gaze is very gentle.

"Are you alright?"

Are you okay?

Boss, don't you ask this, doesn't your conscience hurt?

No? She wasn't good at all, and Song gave him a complaining look.

"Not good."

Zhao Cheng threw his phone on the bedside table after hearing this? Reached out and held Song Qing's hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.

"Squeamish."

Song took his hand coquettishly after hearing this? He rubbed it against his cheek.

"It's squeamish, don't you like it?"

What does she think? He should have eaten it.

His wife, so well-behaved, so cute.

Zhao Cheng's throat rolled and looked away with a hot face.

Song raised his eyebrows lightly and reached out to touch his cheek.

"Does my husband like it?"

Listening to her call herself, Zhao Cheng paused, reached out and gently touched her hair.

Like.

In his life, he likes such a woman!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song chuckled lightly and continued to reach out and poke his chin.

"Say it, do you like it?"

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but got into the quilt and pulled the quilt to cover the two, and told her whether he liked it or not.

When night fell, it was night in a blink of an eye, and Song Qing also successfully understood one thing, that is, there was a price to pay for flirting with the boss.

Because she successfully fainted with tears in her eyes......

When Song Qing woke up again, it was already the next morning.

If someone asks him how he feels now, then Song Qing's real feeling is that he is tired and doesn't want to move.

Enduring the discomfort, Song Qing turned over and got up from the bed.

Really, my brain is dizzy!

Rubbing her forehead, Song turned her head to look around, familiar room, familiar furnishings, this is her bedroom.

Well, she's back.

At this time, the room was very quiet, and the light was very dim, and I looked up at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains were closed at this time, so if I didn't look at the time, I really couldn't see what time it was.

"I don't know what time it is." After Song muttered softly, he habitually reached under the pillow to touch the phone.

I didn't touch it.

No, I turned my head and glanced at the bedside table, and sure enough, the phone was lying quietly on the bedside table to charge.