Chen Yanbei confiscated the check, took one of her hands, pulled her directly into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Then treat it as an advance salary and keep it."
Since it was an advance salary, Jiang Yao could accept it with peace of mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, came to his lips, kissed the corners of his lips gently, and said softly: "Thank you, husband, I love you."
Chen Yanbei curled his lips, his eyes falling on her slightly opened lips. Her cherry red lips were soft and plump, more delicate than rose petals, and there was an overly cute lip bead on her upper lip, which seemed to be inviting kisses all the time.
He didn't know how many times he had copied it with his lips and tongue, but now, as long as he lowered his head slightly, he could take that roundness into his mouth.
Chen Yanbei looked at her indifferently, his dark eyes sparkling with lust, as if two clusters of fire were lit, and his Adam's apple twitched.
The next second, he clasped the back of Jiang Yao's neck, pursued her with his thin lips, and captured her lips tightly. The kiss was a little heavy, a little deep, even unceremonious.
Jiang Yao only had time to let out a low whimper before all the oxygen in her chest was taken away. He kissed her until her lips began to tingle and even the root of her tongue ached. Her whole body was soft and weak, and she fell straight into his arms.
After a long time, Chen Yanbei reluctantly let her go.
Jiang Yao was lying on his shoulder, panting, her black hair stuck to her cheeks, and her lips were kissed so tenderly. She really couldn't figure it out. She just called her husband affectionately, and then took the initiative to kiss him. How could he be so emotional? It was so violent all of a sudden.
Hearing that her breathing had become calmer, Chen Yanbei held her cheeks with both hands, his eyes locked deeply on hers, and his voice was hoarse and restrained:
"What did you just say, Yaoyao?"
Jiang Yao was burned by the heat in his eyes. She looked at him innocently and straightforwardly, with an innocent look on her face that didn't know what was going on: "I said thank you, husband, what's wrong?"
"It's not this, the last sentence." Chen Yanbei pressed her forehead, his eyes blazing.
Only then did Jiang Yao remember the polite phrase commonly used in social interactions in later generations: I love you!
Doesn't he think she just suddenly confessed to him? No wonder the eyes looking at her were so intense. But since he likes to listen, Jiang Yao naturally doesn't hesitate to express her love.
Her pretty face was flushed, she blinked her slightly raised almond eyes, and looked at him with watery eyes: "Chen Yanbei, I love you~"
"I love you so much."
"I just love you, baby."
Confessions one after another, like sweet bombs exploding in the air.
Chen Yanbei couldn't see the surging look in her eyes, so he rolled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
"I love you too, Yaoyao."
His deep voice vibrated like gold and stone, and his warm breath blew in Jiang Yao's ears. Jiang Yao felt numb from head to toe.
She withdrew a little from his arms, put her thin white fingers on his chest, moved up slowly, caressing his Adam's apple, and then leaned forward to kiss his thin lips, as gently as he had just kissed her. Suck slowly, gently and lingeringly.
Their lips and teeth intertwined, and they forgot about their love as they kissed.
Chen Yanbei put one hand on her back and slid the other hand in front of her, matching the intense rhythm between his lips and teeth.
The dining chair was too small for the two of them to play, so Chen Yanbei put his big hands on her waist, lifted her up, and sat her down on the wine cabinet next to the dining table. The lips and teeth of the two people in the middle were still entangled passionately.
But being suddenly carried to a high place, Jiang Yao was afraid that she would fall, so she quickly let go of her lips, subconsciously hooked her arms around Chen Yanbei's neck, wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, and kissed Chen Yanbei again and again. Touching the corners of her lips, her voice was seductive: "Go to the bedroom?"
Jiang Yao's body has also been ignited, but it has been a bit too frequent recently. If she goes back to the bedroom now, depending on the degree of compatibility between the two of them, I am afraid that she will have to spend the rest of the day in bed again.
Jiang Yao pinched his earlobe with her thin white fingers, looked at him with bright eyes, and begged for mercy a little coquettishly: "How about tonight? I have an appointment to hand over work with Assistant Zhou in the afternoon."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jiang Yao upped the ante and whispered in his ear: "I'll show you the removable pajamas tonight."
That set of fabric only covers key parts, and the upper and lower bodies are tied with a thin strap. You can untie it by gently pulling off the rope, as if you are opening a gift, so it is also called the "Gift" series.
Jiang Yao has collected this series of models in different colors, but has never worn them since time travel. However, Chen Yanbei saw them in her closet a few days ago.
Sure enough, after hearing this bargain, Chen Yanbei looked at her with deep eyes, nodded, and then hugged her and got off the wine cabinet.
Jiang Yao arranged her clothes and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only five minutes before her appointment with Zhou Shen.
Since she accepted the assistant's job, she had to get into the mood as soon as possible. Besides, Zhou Shen also lived in the villa. If she was late because of her drunkenness with Chen Yanbei, it would be very embarrassing to work in the future.
"It's too late, husband, I'm going to the study first!"
Jiang Yao said something to Chen Yanbei and ran upstairs.
After running upstairs, she first went to the bedroom to tidy up her appearance in the mirror and made sure that there were no traces on her body that could arouse imagination, and then she hurried to the study.
As expected, Zhou Shen was waiting at the door of her study in advance.
"Assistant Zhou." Jiang Yao greeted him with a smile and then opened the study door.
Jiang Yao's study room is not as big as Chen Yanbei's. A large writing table with a vertical bookshelf next to it and two boss chairs take up almost half of the space.
Jiang Yao pointed to the chair opposite her seat: "Assistant Zhou, sit wherever you like, don't be so formal."
She was not Zhou Shen's boss, so she was not used to him standing and reporting to her so respectfully.
Zhou Shen didn't refuse, and pulled out a chair under the table: "Thank you, young lady."
Jiang Yao smiled and opened the notebook in her hand and took out the Hong Kong dollars: "I am also an assistant now, so we are colleagues. There will be many ways to cooperate with Assistant Zhou in the future. Please give me your advice."
"Young Madam, you are so humble. It's my turn to ask you for advice." Zhou Shen put the information on the table with a respectful but uneasy expression.
Jiang Yao was still wondering why he had such an expression on his face, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that there was only a thin stack of documents on the table.
For such a big project as BP machine (pager), there is only this little internal information?
She raised her eyebrows, took the document and looked through it roughly: "Assistant Zhou, this is just a market analysis report for pagers. Assistant Lin did not leave any other information? For example, information related to product development, product performance, and experimental data Wait for the information?”
Without these things, what can she do to discuss cooperation with o2 company? Is it just based on a brilliantly written cooperation plan?
Although the BP machine can subvert the existing communication methods, in the final analysis it is just a slogan and a concept. If there is no clear product information to support it, how can the other party be sure that you can realize this concept?
Hearing Jiang Yao's question, Zhou Shen's face turned slightly pale and he reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead:
"Master, Master, I'm sorry. I have called my colleagues in the UK and asked them to send another project information as soon as possible, but for some reason, I haven't received what they sent."
It stands to reason that it was Lin Lin who handled the project before, and she must have the project information in her hand, unless... Jiang Yao bluntly said: "Assistant Lin deliberately didn't give you the project information when he resigned, right?"
Jiang Yao and Chen Yanbei were sticky when they were alone, but once they were in working mode, their aura completely changed. Zhou Shen faced her somewhat oppressive gaze and nodded with difficulty.
Lin Lin was naturally angry after being fired. During the handover, she lied to Zhou Shen and told Zhou Shen that all the information was left in the Singapore company and that she would ask her colleagues there to bring them to Xiangjiang when she returned.
As a result, after I resigned, nothing happened about the information.
He called the company back to inquire, and his colleague told him that Lin Lin shredded all the project materials directly with a paper shredder, leaving only a lot of shredded paper in the drawer.
The time for handing over information to Jiang Yao was set by Chen Yanbei. Zhou Shen did not dare to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and come to her.
All he had in hand was the market research report.
Looking at Zhou Shen's expression, Jiang Yao had already guessed that Zhou Shen was not at fault, so she didn't want to vent her anger on Zhou Shen and make enemies for herself: "It doesn't matter, I will go to Singapore in person in two days. It doesn’t matter if you understand me more. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything more about Mr. Chen.”
Zhou Shen felt even more guilty: "I'm sorry, young lady, it's my incompetence in doing things."
Jiang Yao comforted him with a smile: "Lin Lin intends to destroy the information. Even if you force her to keep the information, she might do some tricks on the information, and then it will be impossible to guard against it. Now, I will collect the information again. , at least it can guarantee authenticity and reliability.”
Zhou Shen didn't expect Jiang Yao to think so deeply, and immediately admired her even more. He nodded and said, "Well, young lady, I'll go out and do some work first. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."
Jiang Yao was the only one left in the study.
She entered her own space consciously and planned to find some information from the computer in the space.
She later worked in a well-known real estate consulting company and was responsible for commercial real estate planning. For the consulting industry, information retrieval is a basic skill. She has a think tank installed on her computer that can query professional report information from all walks of life.
The BP machine was later launched by a company called Motorola, and subsequent mobile phones and mobile phones were also launched by this company.
They are all the same product anyway, so some information can definitely be used universally.
Jiang Yao retrieved the information she needed on the computer and recorded it in her notebook.
While working hard, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Sister An's voice came from outside: "Young Madam, are you in the study?"
Sister An usually wouldn't go to the second floor when she had nothing to do. Jiang Yao put down the pen in her hand, walked to the door and opened it.
Seeing her, Sister An hurriedly said: "Young mistress, two women came downstairs. They said they were the young master's second aunt and cousin. I just heard that the young master seemed to be on the phone with someone in the study, so I had to come to see you."
Second aunt and cousin? Couldn't he be a relative from stepmother Zhou Limin's side?
Jiang Yao turned around and said, "Wait outside the study door. When the young master finishes the call, tell him that I will go down and meet them first."
"Okay." Sister An turned around and went to wait outside Chen Yanbei's study. Jiang Yao went downstairs first.
Downstairs living room.
Jiang Xiyue and her daughter Zhou Ning were sitting side by side on the sofa, looking left and right at the decoration in the room.
Chen Yanbei's mother, Jiang Xuezhi, was the adopted daughter of the Jiang family. After Mrs. Jiang adopted her, she gave birth to a pair of twins, daughter Jiang Xiyue and son Jiang Ze.
Originally, after Jiang Xuezhi's death, the connection between the Jiang family and the Chen family was completely severed. The Jiang family is now not doing well in Singapore and is considered to be at the bottom of the middle-class family.
Jiang Xiyue only recently learned that her eldest brother Jiang Ze had secret contact with his nephew Chen Yanbei, and his nephew even arranged a job for his eldest brother in his company.
It happened that Jiang Xiyue's daughter Zhou Ning graduated from the State University of Singapore and failed to find a suitable job. Jiang Xiyue wanted her eldest brother to help her and asked Chen Yanbei to arrange a position for her daughter in the company. Unexpectedly, her eldest brother rejected her.
No, she had no choice but to bring her daughter to the door in person.
Hearing the noise coming from the stairs, Jiang Xiyue and Zhou Ning immediately turned their heads and looked over.
Jiang Yao was not sure of the other party's identity, so she just looked at the two of them politely, waiting for the other party to speak first.
This kind of visit without notification usually requires the guest to introduce himself first.
Jiang Xiyue heard from her eldest brother that her nephew was married to her lover, but the bride was a country girl from the mainland. The person in front of her obviously did not fit in with this background. She was either a wife or a lover outside.
If it were the old society, she would be a concubine with no dignity. After all, she was Chen Yanbei's aunt. Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyue became more energetic and looked at Jiang Yao with a hint of scorn: "Isn't Yanbei here?"
Sensing the other party's attitude, all the politeness on Jiang Yao's face disappeared, and she replied with the same attitude: "Sorry, who are you?"
Jiang Xiyue crossed her arms and glanced at her displeased: "What's your attitude? No one taught you to treat your elders respectfully. There are no rules at all."
Humph, it is indeed something that cannot be put on the table.
As soon as she finished speaking, a cold and stern voice came from the stairs: "This is my home, my wife doesn't need to follow any rules."
Zhou Shen pushed Chen Yanbei down the automatic wheelchair next to the stairs.
When Jiang Xiyue saw Chen Yanbei, she immediately changed her attitude and moved forward with a smile: "Hey, Yanbei is down. How is your recovery? It's been a long time since I last saw you!"
Jiang Xiyue was talking to herself. Without waiting for Chen Yanbei's reply, she poked her daughter Zhou Ning next to her with her elbow: "You haven't called anyone yet."
Zhou Ning was so frightened by Chen Yanbei's cold eyes that he became stiff and shouted in a mosquito-like voice: "Cousin."
Chen Yanbei didn't answer her, turned to look at Jiang Yao, and said in a less cold voice: "Come here."
"Oh." Jiang Yao stepped forward and pushed him to the sofa, then sat down next to him. The two of them held hands tightly together, extremely intimate and natural.
This scene made Jiang Xiyue feel a bit dazzling, and her expression became a little ugly for no reason.
Zhou Ning, who was sitting next to her, also had cold eyes and clenched her fingers unconsciously.
Sister An went to the kitchen to make another pot of tea, then put out the special tea sets for Chen Yanbei and Jiang Yao, and poured tea for them. He also gave Jiang Xiyue and the others a new cup of tea.
Jiang Xiyue picked up the teacup, took a sip, then slowly put the teacup down and sighed:...
