"Huh?" Without hearing her answer, Fu Jichen looked down into her eyes and asked based on his own guess, "Did she embarrass you?" ”

Shen Jianian shook his head: "No." ”

Since she chose to hide it in front of Wei Ronghua, she couldn't do anything to sue behind her back.

Fu Jichen didn't want to believe her words, he couldn't trust Wei Ronghua, with her strong temperament, it was impossible not to react to Jia Nian's appearance in his office.

He repeatedly asked: "Didn't bully you?" ”

Shen Jianian knew that he was not easy to fool, so he put his arms around his neck and squeezed a smile on his lips: "At most, I can express that my coming here will affect your work, nothing else." ”

"Don't listen to her." Fu Jichen didn't want to mention Wei Ronghua again, so he picked up the takeaway on the table and gave it to her, "It's still hot." ”

"What did you buy?"

Shen Jianian opened the paper bag, it was a cup of milk tea, and the additional ingredients were packed in a plastic box, perhaps because she didn't know which ingredients she liked to eat, and she ordered each one, a total of more than a dozen boxes.

If you add it all, you won't be drinking milk tea, but eating porridge.

"I've already had a cup of sweet soup on the way here, and it's not good to consume so much sugar." Shen Jianian has no anxiety about his body, which is for health reasons.

The follow-up work was not completed, Fu Jichen didn't have time to chat with her, sat on the large chair behind the desk, stared at the computer screen, held the mouse in his hand, and responded to her words: "If you don't want to drink, forget it, don't force it." ”

Shen Jianian opened the lid of the cup, added a few small ingredients to it, then buckled the lid, opened the straw wrapper, poked it through the opening on the lid, and handed it to Fu Jichen: "You drink half of it first, and leave the rest to me." ”

Fu Jichen's eyes moved away from the computer monitor, looking at her face, and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if to say Are you serious?

"There is also tea in the milk tea, which is refreshing." Shen Jia read a serious way.

Fu Jichen seemed to be smiling, and Shen Jianian was a little embarrassed: "If you don't drink, forget it." ”

She was just about to withdraw her hand, but her wrist was grabbed by Fu Jichen, so he lowered his head and took a sip of her hand, and a soft, glutinous and sweet ball ran into his mouth.

His brow furrowed immediately, he let go of her hand, pulled one out of the tissue box on the table, and wrapped it in a tissue to cover what came out of his mouth: "What is this?" ”

"Brown sugar pearls." After Shen Jianian finished answering, he saw that he showed a slightly disgusted expression, and his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Haven't you ever drunk milk tea?" Even the pearls don't know. ”

Of course, Fu Jichen knew that there were pearls in the milk tea, as she said, he had never drunk it, and he had no desire to try it. If she hadn't handed it over today, he probably wouldn't have tried this kind of thing in his life.

Shen Jianian teased: "Isn't it delicious?" ”

Fu Jichen's mouth was full of sweetness, and the root of his tongue was sweet: "It's delicious, you drink more." ”

Shen Jianian saw that he still had business to do, so he didn't pull him to gossip anymore, otherwise he would really become the vixen in Wei Ronghua's mouth that affected his work.

She sat on the sofa in the hospitality area with milk tea in her hand, flipped through the foreign countries she took from the bookshelf, and the concise and clear translation fell into her eyes, but she couldn't see it in her heart.

Wei Ronghua's words were like magic sounds, echoing in her mind over and over again.

"One day with me, it is impossible for you to enter the door of the Fu family, and I advise you to die as soon as possible."

"If you want to get acquainted with each other, you can leave by yourself, and you can still be decent, and when the old man can't look past it, I'm afraid you won't end well."

"I hope you won't regret what you said today."

Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing her heart.

Fu Jichen clenched his hand into a fist against his chin, browsing the dense text on the computer screen at a glance and ten lines, occasionally raising his eyes to glance at Shen Jianian.

I looked at her several times in a row, and she was in the same pose.

Fu Jichen simply stared at her, three minutes passed, the book spread out on her knees did not turn a page, he deliberately asked: "What book are you reading, so fascinated?" ”

He suddenly spoke, Shen Jianian was startled, looked at him, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his lips: "I'm distracted." ”

Fu Jichen didn't delve into it, slowly looked away, and returned to work.

*

At 12:25 a.m., Fu Jichen finished the work at hand, almost an hour and a half later than expected.

He turned off his computer and got up and walked to the couch.

Shen Jiannian was already asleep, his head resting on the corner of the armrest and the backrest of the sofa, curled up in a ball, and a dark gray blanket on his body, which he had brought from the lounge to cover her.

Looking at her quiet sleeping face, Fu Jichen regretted a little, he knew that he would not let her stay with him, and she could sleep peacefully at home.

Fu Jichen bent down to pick up the book that fell from the carpet, glanced at the title of the book, put it on the coffee table casually, lifted the blanket and picked up the sleeping person.

As soon as he took a step, the person in his arms moved.

Shen Jiannian squinted, every inch of his body was soft, and he snuggled lazily against him: "Are you done?" ”

Fu Jichen's heart was soft: "Hmm." ”

"What time is it?" Shen Jianian's voice was tired, "Is it time to go home?" ”

"It's half past twelve." Fu Jichen saw that she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and now she had to toss for half an hour on the way home, and after looking at the secret door in the lounge, he proposed softly, "Why don't you spend the night here?" ”

Shen Jianian struggled to open the eyelids of Cheng Cheng's inner pairs: "In the office?" ”

Fu Jichen didn't answer, hugged her around the desk and chair in the office, raised his foot and kicked lightly against the wall, and a door opened inward, which was a separate room.

Because the door panel and the wall are the same color, they are almost integrated, and you can't see it at all if you don't pay attention.

Walking in, a full range of household items, just like the office outside, the east side is the floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains are opened, after midnight, the lights outside are sparse.

Fu Jichen put her on the bed, went out and turned off the office light, and then came in, looking at the half-asleep person who fell on the bed, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

He opened the wardrobe, which hung a few sets of men's business clothes and a small amount of home clothes, and took out a black pajamas for Shen Jianian: "It will be more comfortable to sleep in this." ”

Shen Jianian put his side face on his arm, his eyes were half-narrowed, he picked up the clothes on the bed with his other hand and trembled, his lips moved, and his tone was slow: "Why is there only a blouse and no pants?" ”

"The pants are too long for you to wear." Fu Jichen smiled, "The top is enough to be a nightdress for you." ”

Shen Jiannian took the clothes and got into the quilt, took off the long skirt and leggings on her body, put on his pajamas, the texture of silk, the skin was cold and cold when she first came into contact, and her sleepiness was half driven away by this coldness.

Fu Jichen took another set of pajamas for herself, saw that she was more energetic, and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?" ”

Shen Jiannian's head outside the quilt shook: "I washed it at home." ”

Fu Jichen went to the bathroom to take a shower, didn't wait too long, washed it in about ten minutes, lay on the bed, and the next action was to hold the person into his arms, as if some kind of muscle memory.

Shen Jianian smelled the fragrance of his body after bathing, and the remaining half of his sleepiness was gone, and asked him a very abrupt question: "Do you have a bad relationship with your mother?" ”

Fu Jichen closed his eyes, his chin against her forehead, and his breathing stagnated for a moment: "Why do you ask that?" ”

"That's it...... A feeling. Shen Jianian couldn't say it.

Mother and son will definitely not get along as close as mother and daughter, she has not seen too much of the state of getting along between mother and son, only Pei Che and his mother are familiar. When they chatted and laughed, their tone and demeanor could be seen to be warm and harmonious.

Fu Jichen and his mother don't seem to be very close, and they can even be said to be cold and cold.