Because of this dream, Jiang Yue was not in a good mood the next day.
She woke up in Zhou Ji's arms early in the morning. The man's arms were pressing on her waist, and his moist and warm breath fell on the back of her neck. The skin seemed to be extremely hot.
Jiang Yue was still not used to waking up in his arms. She woke up early, opened her eyes and cleared her mind for a while, and then gently took away the man's heavy arm.
She lifted the quilt and was grabbed back as soon as she sat up.
The man next to him also woke up at some point.
His voice was hoarse, with a deep magnetism: "Sleep a little longer."
Jiang Yue was not sleepy at all now, she was trapped in his arms helplessly. This man's arms were so strong that she couldn't break free even though she tried her best.
The nightgown on her body became wrinkled in the struggle.
The soft skirts piled up to her thighs, inadvertently exposing her snow-white skin. After struggling to no avail, she said angrily: "I can't sleep. I want to get up. Don't force me to sleep."
Zhou Ji tightened the strength in his arms. Her waist was so thin that he could pinch her with one hand.
"It's still early."
Jiang Yue felt that he was not too angry to get up, and his hoarse voice was already a little impatient. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was seven in the morning, which was indeed very early.
The two slept for a while.
Jiang Yue woke up again, and there was no one beside her pillow.
She got up and went downstairs to find that her son had not gone to school.
The little boy was sitting at the table obediently eating breakfast, a delicate sandwich and a glass of warm milk.
Jiang Yue walked over, sat down opposite him, took the milk brought by the servant, took a sip, and asked, "Why haven't you gone to kindergarten yet?"
Zhou Zhengchu lowered his head and seemed to feel guilty: "I'm sorry, mom, I accidentally slept in today."
Jiang Yue didn't hate this child who was of no use to his marriage like the original owner, and he didn't have such harsh requirements for him.
She does not believe in using force to establish her authority in front of her children, nor does she like to use harsh words to vent in front of her children.
For Jiang Yue.
This kid is just a kid.
He is still a relatively well-behaved child.
"Oh, you must have overslept if you overslept." Jiang Yue said lightly.
In fact, when she was studying in the Imperial College, she often felt unable to get up. She was woken up by her grandma before dawn every morning. Those days were really difficult.
Zhou Zhengchu was ready to be taught a lesson. His mother always hated him being late, thinking it was a sign that he didn't learn well.
Last winter, he fell ill and overslept with a high fever and did not go to school.
When his mother found out, she became furious and slapped him in the face, accusing him of being lazy and unable to bear hardships.
That was the first time he felt resentment.
Compared with the nightmare days before, her mother is now much better. During this period, Zhou Zhengchu was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would go back to the past.
Has the wish he made to the gods in his heart come true?
Mother also has a little love for him?
It doesn't matter.
Even if all the kindness she's been doing to him lately are just acting and taking advantage of him, it doesn't matter.
"Mom." He was a little uneasy, and his beautiful little face tensed a little, "Can you send me to kindergarten today?"
The child mustered up his courage before speaking and was prepared to be rejected.
He was envious of other children in the class who were sent to the school gate by their mothers every day. They could even ask for a kiss in front of their mothers.
Jiang Yue was originally going to refuse, but she happened to be very free today. After thinking about it, she agreed: "Okay."
In the yard, the driver has been waiting for a long time.
The housekeeper carried the young master's schoolbag and placed it on the front seat. Then he respectfully opened the car door and asked his wife and the young master to get in the car.
Along the way, mother and son didn't say a few words in total.
Zhou Zhengchu was held in his mother's arms, and he secretly and carefully wrapped his arms around his mother's neck. When he arrived at the kindergarten, he was a little reluctant to let go.
Before getting out of the car, he kissed her boldly.
Jiang Yue said nothing and handed him over to the teacher waiting at the door.
The child's ears were already red, and he, who had always been aloof after entering the kindergarten, couldn't help but show off to other children: "My mother sent me to school today."
The other children were also wowed. They all still remembered that during the last activity, the mother of Zhou Zhengchu’s child was the prettiest and prettiest one!
And it's not fierce at all.
Very beautiful, very gentle.
"Wow!"
"Did your mother hug you too?"
"Did I kiss you?"
"Did I call you baby?"
Zhou Zhengchu thought for a long time with an expressionless face, and then said with great vanity: "Of course, my mother hugged me and kissed me."
"Your mother loves you so much."
"Yeah, yeah, my mom would only give me three seconds to hold back my tears."
The children in the kindergarten started chatting.
*
Saturday arrived in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Yue was forced to get up early and went to the TV station with a lot of resentment.
Her Royal Highness the Princess's irritability in getting up will never change, and she has a stinking face that no stranger or acquaintance within a five hundred mile radius should approach.
She didn't wear any makeup when she arrived at the TV station this morning. Her face was bare, her complexion was rosy, and her skin was like a shelled egg, tender, translucent and white.
The lip color naturally looks like ripples of powder.
Ripe and charming.
The beauty is a bit too ostentatious.
Jiang Yue didn't even do her hair. It was hanging down in all directions, making her face, which was only about the size of a palm, even smaller. She walked to the lounge backstage. Along the way, people looked at her secretly.
She is not included in the largest working group of the TV station.
Because of her extremely poor popularity, no one wanted her to join the group.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the group was already chatting in full swing.
[I got excited, I just thought I saw a fairy. 】
[I swear to God, Jiang Yue really didn’t look like this two months ago. I will never forget that sarcastic look. She definitely went for medical beauty treatment. 】
[I want to ask her which hospital she is in. It’s such a wonderful way to rejuvenate her body. 】
[Report! I have already seen today's script, which is full of ancient Chinese sayings, as well as many classical Chinese poems, polyphonic words, and rare words. I feel that our program team is going to be doomed again. 】
[If you think about it a bit, maybe Jiang Yue is literate this time because of the smoke coming out of his ancestral tomb (dog head). 】
[If that doesn’t work, please contact the headhunter quickly and find a way out for yourself in advance. 】
[Hahahaha, who gave your program team the courage to broadcast live? Oh my god, if you live broadcast once, Jiang Yue can help you clean up your mess for the next whole year. 】
The work group is full of complaining morning people.
TV migrant workers are even more wicked than netizens.
Jiang Yue has already received the script, which is just a series of words introducing the guests and cultural relics. As for the interaction with the guests, he can play freely.
Before starting the recording, the director was most worried about Jiang Yue's untimely bomb. He repeatedly checked with her several times: "If there are words in the script that you don't recognize, can't pronounce, or don't understand what they mean, just ask, or go and Check it out, you know?”
Jiang Yue was very confused. Who are you looking down on? is it hard?
She nodded her chin: "I know."
The director obviously had little trust in her: "Don't be brave. If you don't understand, you must ask. You must not make mistakes on stage."
Jiang Yue looked at him, "I said I got it."
The director met her eyes and had no idea where her confidence at this moment came from.
This little ancestor has no ink, so why does he like to show off so much?
So sad.
