Zhuli returned to the bedroom and wanted to urge Jing Huaizhi to go back to sleep. After all, he was going to the company in a few hours. The CEO couldn't ask for leave, right?
"Boss, please go back to bed quickly. You have to go to the company tomorrow." She lied down and advised.
Jing Huaizhi tucked her in unhurriedly and sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes fixed on her.
"Not urgent."
His answer made Zhuli confused: What does it mean? Is it possible to sleep with her?
"Boss, I can't sleep when you look at me like this." Zhuli covered his mouth with the quilt, only revealing a pair of bright eyes.
Jing Huaizhi still didn't speak or leave, raising the corner of his mouth.
"Then, do you want to sleep on the sofa too..."
Before he could say the word "sofa", Jing Huaizhi had already taken off his coat, pulled the quilt and lay down next to her.
"Good night." He said lazily, yawning.
Takeli:? ? ?
What I want to say is that I can sleep on the sofa or you can sleep on the sofa.
Xingnan Cafe.
Qiao Jue was sitting by the window, as if waiting for someone.
After a while, a gentle man in a black coat sat opposite him.
"Manager Qiao, I'm sorry for yesterday's work." Jing Huaizhi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and was polite.
He leaned lazily on the seat, exuding an elegant and noble temperament, which was difficult to associate with the word gangster.
"Mr. Jing, you're welcome. Zhuli belongs to our department and should take more care of him." Qiao Jue's face was cold and courteous.
But when this sentence fell in Jing Huai's ears, it turned into: The bamboo pear is mine, and I should take more care of it.
There was a hint of smile on his brows, but this smile made people shudder.
Suddenly, the cell phone placed on the dining table rang, and Qiao Jue gestured to pick it up.
Then he left in a hurry.
Qiao Jue had just left with his front foot when Du Jianzhou came in with his back foot.
"Hey, what, your wife was robbed?" Du Jianzhou asked jokingly, seeing Jing Huai's displeasure written all over his face.
Jing Huaizhi put one hand on the back of the seat on one side, squinting and lighting the cigarette butt.
Du Jianzhou's mouth opened into an O shape after hearing that Jing Huaizhi and Zhuli were married by contract.
After a while, he had an idea.
When Zhuli opened her eyes again, the bed was mostly empty. She turned over and closed her eyes again.
The next second she opened her eyes wide again.
He quickly sat up and reached for the phone on the bedside table.
There are three unread messages.
Qiao Jue: I'll give you one day off today. Have a good rest.
Xiaoxiao: Lizi, I'm sorry. It's my fault for dragging you along yesterday. I want to go see you. Is that okay?
The latest news is Jing Huaizhi.
I’ve asked for leave for you.
Zhuli took a breath of cold air, and when she was about to ask Jing Huaizhi how to ask for leave for her, a new text message popped up on the screen.
Don't think you are safe now. If I can't get another one million in the last three days, I will go to the work to find you.
Even if it is a string of unfamiliar numbers, Zhuli still knows who is sending the text message.
She lowered her head timidly. This time Xia Yuzhen asked for one million, but maybe Guan Zheng helped deceive her.
But if not, Xia Yuzhen's character will definitely keep her word.
what to do?
Zhuli's mind was spinning and she was dizzy, and her chest felt like it was being pressed by a heavy object and she couldn't breathe.
Perhaps there is someone who can help her through the crisis at hand.
Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and had an idea.
As night falls, the crescent moon hangs upside down in the fountain outside the villa, and the stars are dotted.
The clock on the wall pointed to ten, and there was movement from the room opposite.
Zhuli quietly opened a crack in the door, and when she saw the person in the opposite room opening the door and going in, she ducked and followed him in.
"Boss." Zhuli narrowed his eyes slightly, and a perfect smile appeared on his lips.
"Dad, why did mom call you boss?" Jing Youyou, who was sitting on the sofa, tilted her head and asked curiously.
Only then did she realize that Jing Youyou was still asleep.
You have to find a way to send Youyou away, otherwise it will be difficult to perform.
Zhuli's eyes were focused, serious and determined.
"Youyou..." She was interrupted by Jing Huaizhi just as she started to speak.
"Youyou, go to bed now, it's very late." Jing Huaizhi sat on the side of the sofa with his long legs crossed, lowering his head and whispered softly.
Zhuli looked up at him with eyes full of gratitude: Boss, you are such a good person, a great good person!
But tonight, Jing Youyou was not as well-behaved as usual. She hugged Jing Huaizhi's arm and refused to let go, forcing him to sleep with her.
"I want dad to sleep with me, I don't want Grandma Li!" Just as she was speaking, tears as big as soybeans fell from the corners of Jing Youyou's eyes.
"Youyou, be good, let Grandma Li sleep with you for one more night, okay? Mom will tell her tomorrow, okay? Otherwise, Grandma Li will be sad."
Zhuli came over and squatted down, rubbing her head and coaxing softly.
Jing Huaizhi glanced at her, and the corners of his mouth deepened.
It seems that his choice was indeed the right one.
Jing Youyou nodded honestly after hearing Zhuli's words and walked out with stumbling steps.
Finally sending Jing Youyou away, Zhuli sighed inwardly.
"Can you ask me for anything?" Jing Huaizhi, who was sitting on the sofa, said in a casual tone.
Is it that obvious?
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Zhuli's eyes: the boss is indeed the boss, and he even knows what she is thinking.
"Ahem, there is indeed..." Halfway through her words, a woman's voice rang out from the empty bedroom.
"Huaizhi, do you take what mom told you to heart?"
"Pear is thin-skinned. You have to take the initiative. If there is no movement, Jing's mother will move over to supervise you."
"Hey, let's give birth to a baby as soon as possible while mom still has the energy. Mom likes both boys and girls and can help you take care of them."
Suddenly, Zhuli's face turned red and white, and she quickly moved her face away from looking at him.
Jing Huaizhi put down his phone and looked up.
"tell me the story."
This, what else can people say...
The silent air was filled with awkwardness and suffocating.
"I want to...borrow money from you." The word "borrow money" was spoken very softly, but he still caught it.
Jing Huaizhi glanced at her with the tail of his eyes, his posture was lazy.
"My money is not that easy to borrow."
Zhuli looked up and seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
This is not considered a rejection, there should be room for negotiation.
"I am a businessman, and what businessmen value most is profit." Jing Huaizhi casually raised his eyelids and looked at her with his deep eyes.
Benefit?
Zhuli scratched her head and scratched her head. She couldn't help much with work matters.
"Boss, I may not be able to help you with work matters, but as long as you ask for anything else, I will go through hell and away with you!" She promised, patting her chest.
The person on the sofa stood up and walked slowly closer.
Zhuli has a bad feeling and this feeling is very strong.
"There is one right now." Jing Huaizhi's tall figure blocked the light in front of him and teased.
After realizing what he was talking about, she crossed her hands and placed them in front of her collarbone.
"Boss, I sell my art but not my body." Zhuli shook her head desperately to refuse. After all, this was not included in the contract.
