The Romantic CEO

Please deduct 300 yuan for one leave. Even if you don't want to get up in bed, you still have to get up and go to work.

Xiao Xiao is on the night shift tonight, so she is still sleeping. After washing the cup she drank yesterday, she left a note for her on the refrigerator and left.

Because of Gao Han's resignation, another intern came in from the design department as an assistant for her. She couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: I have an assistant, too.

The project of Han Tang International is progressing smoothly. The concert hall has begun to move. It is estimated that it will be completed in two years. I feel a little sad when I think about Xiao Xiao's words last night.

A girl, unable to bear children, was abandoned by her husband and forced to divorce.

But maybe divorce is also a good thing. Xiao Xiao doesn't seem to be a weak and incompetent woman. She has her own career and should be able to live better in the future.

Because of her hand injury, she gave all the things on hand to the new intern Shen Hui, who was familiar with the process. Shen Hui was a down-to-earth person, called Miss Gu, and helped her run errands to buy coffee and lunch.

It's more clever and lively than thinking about it.

Just came to a day, and the people in the office to play a good relationship.

Near the end of work, Zhao Mingcheng texted her that he had been waiting for her downstairs.

It's time for Meiyu season. It's been raining these days. At five o'clock, Shen Hui ran over and asked, "elder martial sister, how do you go back later, bus or subway?"

"Someone picked me up."

"Well, ah I came out today without an umbrella. "

After thinking for a while, he said, "where are you going, school?"

"Yes, I still live in school."

"Well, if you don't, I'll take you to the subway. You can take line 10 directly to the school."

"All right."

Zhao Mingcheng has been driving a black Audi A6, which will see his wife come out of the park gate, quickly get out of the car for them to drive the back seat.

Seeing Shen Hui as a top driver, he thinks that he can't get enough marks when he meets Audi.

Of course, she would not envy her if she knew that her elder martial sister would go to work every day except for work.

"Master Zhao, please take my colleagues to the subway entrance!"

Because she is her own direct younger martial sister, so I took care of her more. When she was just a junior, I couldn't help but care a little. When she got off the bus, she gave her umbrella.

When the car drove back to Xinghe Yayuan, she was the only one in the family. Aunt Rong had already prepared the meal. She wanted to sit at the table and eat alone. When she was in the car, Zhao Mingcheng conveyed president Jiang's meaning to her, and she accepted the fact calmly.

Dinner is very slow, considering the inconvenience of the right hand, can only take the left hand to ladle soup to drink.

At more than seven o'clock, Jiang Yichen came back.

Miss is still drinking soup, looking at his sudden appearance of the figure, a spoon in the hand did not hold steady, fell on the ground, she had to struggle to pick up.

Jiang Yichen calmly sat down opposite her and ate without raising her eyebrows.

I don't know if he is really calm in his heart, or quietly pregnant with the storm, without saying a word.

Two people eat quietly, Jiang Yichen put down the bowl light way: "Zhao Mingcheng all told you!"

"Well, I did."

Jiang Yichen didn't speak any more. He got up to go upstairs. His attitude made him more uneasy. She asked at the moment he got up: "do you blame me?"

"What if I blame you?" Jiang Yichen turned back and gave her a cold smile. The smile was more of a kind of mockery: "what can I do with you, beat you, scold you, or give you a knife?"

He was speechless.

"It's not the first time that you've been picky and turning your elbow out. You haven't heard my words. I told you not to associate with him. I didn't listen to him. As a result, I was threatened by someone with a knife on his neck. It's all like this. I also helped him face me. You really opened my eyes."

Jiang Yichen put his hand on her shoulder and pressed hard: "I have a dog and a cat. After more than a year, I have more feelings than you. At least I won't step on my face. You are not even as good as a pet. You are light as a white eyed wolf."

Thinking of the scalp numbness, his words were a heavy humiliation, so that she could hardly breathe.

Jiang Yichen stretched out his hand and squeezed her chin. His voice was low and dumb, and he gave a heavy warning: "don't take yourself too seriously."

Then he raised her hand and pressed it on the wound. The strength was not heavy, but it was not light. He looked at his frown and slightly hooked his lips: "next time, it's not as simple as hurting my hand."

Finish saying to wave a hand: "see you to annoy, roll away!" Then he stopped looking at her and went upstairs.After taking a bath on the first floor, I cut the gauze in my hand, looked at my white wound, endured the pain, changed my dressing, and then wrapped it with clean gauze again.

When she did all this, Jiang Yichen stood at the foot of the stairs and watched her change her dressing under the warm light. She heard her groaning in spite of the pain. Her whole palm was hurt by a sharp blade. She was so resolute at that time. Holding the knife, she let her blood drop by drop. Her eyebrows did not wrinkle and her glasses did not blink. It seemed that there was no pain at all Don't feel sorry for yourself.

Jiang Yichen thought that if she didn't let go, she might have pulled the knife around her neck. Now it's not the hand on her hand, but the artery on her neck.

It was ironic that she had been looked down upon before, but she had never thought of such a resolute and resolute side.

Thinking about putting away the medicine bottle and throwing the gauze into the garbage can, she looked at the stairs and thought of Jiang Yichen's words that annoyed her when she saw you. She thought that she should not go up, lest she be annoyed by him. Finally, don't face, holding the pillow lying on the sofa.

Jiang Yichen came down to drink water. He went to the restaurant and poured himself a glass of water. He walked slowly to the sofa and kicked his leg. His voice was dissatisfied: "who let you sleep here?"

He opened his eyes and sat up and said slowly, "don't you say I'm bored when you see me?"

"Wronged you?"

"No

Jiang Yichen took a sip of water and looked at her quietly.

Thinking about getting up, he pursed his lips and said like an air bag, "then I'll go out."

"Where can you go?" Jiang Yichen's sarcasm is on the point, like a sharp knife tearing her thin skin and then stabbing her heart: "leave me, where can you go?"

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