Zhou Yan was woken up by Jiang Lianyi in a daze, only to realize that he was already asleep on the bed.
But it's also my fault that President Jiang's bed is too comfortable.
Zhou Yan looked at President Jiang who was sitting beside the bed.
She had put on a casual home outfit and removed her light makeup. She looked bare-faced, but she was still beautiful.
It's just a little less capable and more pure.
Her long hair was pulled up into a small ponytail, leaving a sea in front of her forehead. She gave Zhou Yan the impression that she was not a company president, but like the sister next door.
But that's right, President Jiang is already young. Even if she speaks the truth in the company and takes off her disguise, she is still just a girl in her twenties.
Now, it gives Zhou Yan a more realistic feeling.
When President Jiang saw Zhou Yan looking at him, he felt happy, but he didn't show it: "What are you looking at?"
"It looks good." Zhou Yan said bluntly.
"That's necessary." Jiang Lianyi said proudly.
"Why haven't I seen you so thick-skinned before?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.
President Jiang is really becoming more and more relaxed in front of him.
It can be considered an improvement.
"Why are you so thick-skinned? It's hard to give up on my natural beauty." Jiang Lianyi rolled her eyes at Zhou Yan.
"Everything Miss Jiang said is right."
Zhou Yan nodded in agreement.
"It's good to know." Jiang Lianyi put her hands behind her back and turned around unconsciously under Zhou Yan's gaze.
Jiang Lianyi said suddenly, looking at Zhou Yan without blinking: "So, brother Zhou Yan, how about going to the kitchen with your sister to cook?"
"It seems like it's only four o'clock now." Zhou Yan reminded.
"Bake it early, and let my niece taste your cooking later." Jiang Lianyi urged.
"You also have a niece. Isn't she pretty?" Zhou Yan's eyes lit up.
"Not as beautiful as me." Jiang Lianyi glared at Zhou Yan.
This little bastard is really horny.
"That's younger than the CEO sister." Zhou Yan said with a smile.
"You deserve a beating, don't you?" Jiang Lianyi picked up the pillow again and looked like she was going to beat Zhou Yan.
"No, sister, I was wrong." Zhou Yan quickly begged for mercy.
"Don't call me sister." Jiang Lianyi said suddenly.
"What are you shouting about?" Zhou Yan was stunned.
"How about...you..." President Jiang suddenly became a little nervous at this time.
"Me what?"
"Do you want me to call you wife?" President Jiang said in a strange way.
She further explained: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to experience it."
"It's not good." Zhou Yan shook his head, "You can't shout randomly."
"What's the matter? We are best friends, so we can shout in private and no one will hear us."
Jiang Lianyi looked at Zhou Yan expectantly, but Zhou Yan didn't respond for a long time, as if he was suppressing a smile, and Jiang Lianyi became angry again.
This little bastard.
I was embarrassed in front of him again.
God knows why he said those words just now.
"Wife."
President Jiang seemed to have not heard clearly, "What?"
"It's nothing. If you didn't hear it, you didn't hear it." Zhou Yan curled his lips.
Women are so pretentious.
"Salary deduction." Jiang Lianyi said it word by word with her hands on her waist.
"Wife."
"Oh, you are so good." Jiang Lianyi smiled happily.
"Is Sister Jiang short of love?"
"What's the lack of love? I'm lacking a husband. Do you want to reluctantly do it?" Jiang Lianyi glared at Zhou Yan.
"No, no, no, let's just be best friends."
Zhou Yan couldn't withstand President Jiang's offensive and quickly waved his hand.
Jiang Lianyi raised her eyebrows: "You don't like me?"
"Aren't you an old cow eating young grass?" Zhou Yan curled his lips.
"Zhou Yan, my aunt will kill you."
President Jiang knocked Zhou Yan down again and straddled Zhou Yan's waist, preparing to hit him.
"No, no, honey, I was wrong." Zhou Yan shouted quickly.
Xiao Zhou Yan couldn't bear it if he kept going on like this.
Especially the two big white legs that have taken off the black stockings are a bit dazzling.
President Jiang was stunned. She seemed to realize that she was playing too wildly and stood up again.
"Zhou Yan, I was joking with you just now." Jiang Lianyi said softly without looking at Zhou Yan.
"Well, I was joking too." Zhou Yan said seriously.
"Are you kidding?" President Jiang was suddenly startled. She was a little unwilling to hear what Zhou Yan said.
"Old cows eat young grass. Sister Jiang is not old at all, she is tender and white." Zhou Yan said with a smile.
Jiang Lianyi felt happy, but when she noticed Zhou Yan's gaze, she became annoyed again: "What are you looking at?"
"It looks good, let's take a look at it more." Zhou Yan curled his lips.
"But seriously, does it hurt that President Jiang is missing a husband?" Zhou Yan chuckled.
"Nonsense." Jiang Lianyi glared at Zhou Yan: "I just want to experience it."
"Yes, I understand." Zhou Yan nodded seriously.
"But President Jiang doesn't want me to be your husband."
"Why?"
"The legal age is not yet reached." Zhou Yan said with a smile, "If I reach the age and I don't have a girlfriend at that time, and Sister Jiang still wants me, I can reluctantly become Sister Jiang's husband."
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Lianyi rolled her eyes at Zhou Yan, but she didn't know why, but she felt sweet in her heart.
But when she thought about the age gap between herself and Zhou Yan, Jiang Lianyi felt a little lonely again.
But at this moment, Jiang Lianyi noticed that her little hand was being held, and she looked at Zhou Yan in confusion.
"Come on, bestie Jiang, let's go cook." Zhou Yan said with a smile.
Jiang Lianyi nodded: "Okay, then you shout again."
"Wife."
"Um."
"Wife."
"Um."
"Bestie Jiang, call me twice."
"Yeah, let's scream again."
....
The kitchen is on the second floor. Zhou Yan and President Jiang went downstairs holding hands.
Zhang Juan was washing vegetables in the kitchen, but Jiang Lianyi kicked him out.
Zhang Juan left with a smile and promised that no one would come to disturb him. Zhou Yan only felt that Aunt Zhang's eyes were a little strange, but he didn't care too much.
"Zhou Yan, it would be you if I did it, it would be too choked."
Jiang Lianyi coughed and ran away from the stove, holding a slightly burnt vegetable spatula in her hand.
Zhou Yan was sitting on a stool handling a carp. He glanced at Jiang Lianyi and said, "I told you that you can't do it, so you have to show off."
"That's not what I want to try." Jiang Lianyi rolled her eyes at Zhou Yan and handed the spatula over: "You go."
"Then how about these fish?"
Zhou Yan pointed at a few carps in the basin with their eyes rolled.
"No, let me watch you cook."
Jiang Lianyi said excitedly.
"What's so good about cooking?"
"I want to learn." Jiang Lianyi said directly.
"Fine."
Zhou Yan took the vegetable shovel, stood up, and went to the sink to clean the burnt black spots on the vegetable shovel.
When he came to the stove, Zhou Yan looked at the shredded potatoes that were burnt black and still smoking, and knew that this was President Jiang's masterpiece.
Zhou Yan rolled his eyes: "It only took a while, how could it be burned like this?"
Jiang Lianyi defended in a low voice: "Didn't you forget to add water?"
"Watch me burn once."
It's just a waste of a few potatoes, just think of it as training for President Jiang.
At least compared to the many times President Jiang blew up the situation in his previous life, he is somewhat restrained now.
Zhou Yan cleaned the black potato dregs in the pot, then peeled and shred several large potatoes, rinsed them slightly with water, and set them aside.
Zhou Yan was stunned when he felt the movement behind him.
Jiang Lianyi said softly from behind: "Don't move yet, I will put on an apron for you."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
