Cheng Shaohui said: "Talk about the company's business. ”

Cheng Nianan was a little unconvinced, she asked, "Nothing else?" ”

Cheng Shaohui picked up the document left by Nan Yuheng on the table and asked her to look at the big characters on the cover - the project book.

"Can I lie to you about your father? Isn't this file still here, why don't you open it and see it yourself? ”

"Uh, no, no, no." She waved her hand repeatedly.

That posture, for fear that if she watched for a second longer, she would be caught by her father and taken to the company.

After all, in addition to refusing to marry, she also refused to enter the company.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid this leaky little padded jacket, Cheng Shaohui habitually said:

"Look at other people's knowledge and Yu Heng, you look at how idle your uncle Nan is all day long, you look at your father and me."

He lamented in style: "It's really the same life, I work hard, I don't know when I will be able to get rid of the trivial things in the company." ”

Cheng Nianan touched his nose.

I didn't dare to say anything more.

She replied with a sneer:

Probably, perhaps, when her old father has a son-in-law, he will be able to fulfill his wish.

It's just a pity that his son-in-law still hasn't written a word.

But then again.

Not necessarily.

Cheng Nianan remembered the little brother lying on the WeChat list.

Chen Mu has good looks, good education, and good ability.

It's just that her dad doesn't necessarily think he's good.

Seeing his daughter's lips wandering, Cheng Shaohui stopped with the document, "What are you thinking, my eyes are shining." ”

Cheng Nianan coughed in disguise.

"Why!" She retorted, "Dad, you're busy, I'll go back to my room and sleep." ”

With that, she turned and ran upstairs.

"What are you sleeping, it's noon." Cheng Shaohui shouted at her back worriedly, "It's time for lunch." ”

Cheng Nianan responded perfunctorily and ran back to his room in one go.

Closing the door, she walked briskly to the couch.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw a message from Nan Shiyu ten minutes ago.

She opened the message box and looked twice.

Dial in with a chuckle.

Waiting for the connection over there, Cheng Nianan quipped: "I sent you a message at half past ten and no one replied, Mrs. Jiang just woke up?" ”

At this moment, in the 'Shengting' wedding room.

Nan Shiyu's whole person was like a lazy fox lying in the quilt, her soft hair was scattered on the pillow, and there were a few strands of naughty and willful, sticking to the clotted skin that could be broken by blowing, adding a bit of laziness to her owner.

Starry eyes are half-narrowed, the arm with kiss marks is pinching the phone, lazily putting it to the ear, rubbing his cheek on the quilt, and his voice is delicate and slightly hoarse.

"Just woke up." She frowned, as if she was feeling a little unwell, "I slept too late last night, and I haven't slept much now." ”

"Tsk." Cheng Nianan leaned on the rattan chair on the balcony and laughed and teased: "In such a sunny and beautiful weather, you don't sprinkle me with sour dog food!" ”

"Tsk." Nan Shiyu replied lazily: "There are dogs, but there is no food." ”

When people are in love, it's called sprinkling dog food.

She and Jiang Jingyu are such hairy dog food.

Reluctantly it is the serious obligation of a normal couple.

Cheng Nianan had a smile on her face, thinking of the grand occasion last night, she clicked on the amplification and opened a social platform software at random.

"By the way, have you watched the hot search?"

"Last night, Mr. Jiang spent thousands of dollars to celebrate Mrs. Jiang's high-profile birthday, and the video is about to explode on major platforms, and today's hot search, without exception, is all about the two of you."

Nan Shiyu yawned.

Sleepy-eyed.

"No, I haven't had time to see it yet."

Cheng Nianan swiped a few videos of fireworks last night, and said with a smile:

"The first birthday celebration after marriage is such a big row, so when it comes to your birthday next year, your family will always arrange a drone."

With a large number of drones, the kind that composes patterns or words.

Nan Shiyu's eyes were half-open.

His eyes fell on the floor-to-ceiling windows, reminiscing about last night.

"Like...... There was it last night. ”

At two o'clock in the morning, in the charming room, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she seemed to see the birthday greetings composed of drones outside.

Listening to the words in the microphone, Cheng Nianan flipped down a few videos.

I really turned to the drone picture taken by melon-eating netizens who didn't sleep in the early morning.

Gee.

Jiang Jingyu really didn't bother to think about his wife's birthday.

With this unprecedented pomp, I'm afraid that even a young couple in love can't compare to ......

Cheng Nian'an's eyes lit up.

Catch these words that come to mind.

- A young couple in love......

She exited the video and returned to the call interface, with a little surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"Zhizhi, does Jiang Jingyu like you?"

She slept too late last night, and her head was dizzy and dizzy.

Can't think at all.

Listening to her question, she replied casually:

"You've watched too many idol dramas?"

"Last night's pomp and circumstance was just for the sake of the faces of the two families, as the head of the Jiang Group, his words and deeds represent the entire Jiang Group."

Cheng Nian'an on the opposite side fell into deep thought.

Although what her best friend said is not unreasonable.

But......

That person is Jiang Jingyu.

Jiang Jingyu, who was born at the pinnacle of power, with his status and status, can he consider these external factors?

Moreover, with Jiang Jingyu's thin temperament, it is estimated that it is difficult to do things to please girls without feelings.

Sheng Ting Villa.

Nan Shiyu obviously didn't take Cheng Nian'an's words to heart, and after speaking, she rubbed Peng Soft's long hair and sat up, the residual sleepiness on her face was obvious.

"Don't talk anymore, Niannian, your girlfriend is starving to death, I'll go have a meal, and then come back and make up for sleep."

Hang up.

Nan Shiyu was ready to get out of bed and wash.

At this time, Jiang Jingyu pushed the door in.

Seeing that she had woken up, the man had a little surprise on his face.

"I didn't go to bed until six in the morning, and I woke up at twelve?"

He walked over to the bed, rubbed her hair like he had done last night, and said with a joke in his tone:

"Our Mrs. Jiang has developed a biological clock to get up on time at noon?"

Nan Shiyu brushed away his hand, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"If you hadn't indulged in that, my biological clock would have been messed up?"

Although she used an accusatory tone, she didn't find that this posture, this tone, and the connivance in his eyes, this sentence invisibly added a hint of coquettishness.

Jiang Jingyu rarely became interested in banter.

Leaning over to meet her eyes, he knowingly asked, "What is that?" ”

Nan Shiyu quickly staggered her gaze and did not look at him.

There was a gloom in his voice.

"In broad daylight, Jiang Jingyu, don't play hooligan!"

Glancing at the crimson color that had not yet dissipated at the end of her eyes, the corners of Jiang Jingyu's lips curled deeper.

When Nan Shiyu didn't react, he suddenly ripped off the quilt wrapped around her and gouged the person out.

Nan Shiyu: "??!! ”

"What are you doing?!" She frantically pulled at her pajamas that were rolled up to her waist and pulled them down.

In half a breath, Jiang Jingyu had already hugged her into his arms.

Watching her movements, he hugged her and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

"Cover what?"

"Is there anything else on you that I haven't seen?"

Nan Shiyu's cheeks were instantly hot.

"Jiang Jingyu!" She clutched the corner of her nightdress and glared at him.

A smile flowed in the man's eyes.

I was afraid of annoying the delicate cat in my arms, so I didn't tease her anymore.

From Nan Shiyu's angle, you can clearly see the man's smooth and distinct jawline, as well as the slightly raised corners of his lips.

Her cheap husband is in a good mood today.

Nan Shiyu flashed this sentence in her heart.

There were spare slippers at the bathroom door, and Nan Shiyu struggled to get off him, slowly moving her weak legs, and came to the washstand.

He took a facial cleanser and said to him:

"I'll wash myself, you don't have to accompany me."

Two minutes later, Jiang Jingyu came out of the bathroom.

Walked over to the bedside table and picked up the empty water glass, ready to pick up a glass of warm water that would moisten her throat later.

At this moment, there was a "ding dong", and Nan Shiyu's mobile phone came with a message prompt tone.

Her phone is next to the water glass.

Jiang Jingyu just picked up the cup, and before he turned around, in the afterglow, Nan Shiyu's mobile phone screen lit up.

The water cup and the phone are too close together.

Even if he had no intention of reading the content of the message, the message that had just popped into his phone still caught in his eyes.

[Sister, happy birthday, the birthday gift was delayed by a day due to an accident, and it won't arrive until tomorrow, and when I go back, I'll make up a new gift for my sister.] 】

Immediately afterwards, there was another "ding dong".

Another message popped in.

[I haven't seen my sister for a whole year, I miss my sister every day, does my sister miss me? I will be able to go back to Haicheng in a month, can my sister come to pick me up at the airport then? 】

The phone is not unlocked.

The screen quickly went dark.

The pitch-black screen, like a mirror, clearly reflects the man's cold eyes.

Jiang Jingyu's fingers holding the water cup tightened.

The phalanges exude bluish-white.