Jiang Yue was in a good mood tonight, and she could sleep well every time she was in a good mood.
This time it may be because it has reached a progressive point in the plot.
She started to have the same dream again, one after another, without giving her time to breathe.
The foggy world before the woman's eyes gradually became clearer, and what came into view was a secluded and unfamiliar mansion.
The snow in the eaves slowly turned into rain in the sunny sun, falling slowly along the eaves and hitting the bluestone floor silently.
There seemed to be no one in the depths of the mansion.
The young man in black walked through the corridor and walked into a quiet courtyard.
Across the door, the young man's voice said respectfully: "Master."
The man's voice was extremely indifferent and calm: "Come in."
The young man pushed open the heavy door, and the room was filled with heavy daylight, shining slantingly on every corner.
The young man raised his eyes and saw a man standing in front of the window with his hands behind his hands. He was wearing a black official uniform with a round collar and a wide lapel. He looked as cold and majestic as he did.
The young man swallowed his throat and reported respectfully, with a bit of gritted hatred in his tone:
"The man in the palace sent another dead soldier. Qin Lang killed three of them last night, and the remaining one has been imprisoned in the dungeon."
"It's just that this dead man has a very strict mouth. Even if he is tortured, nothing will come of it."
But he was loyal to the people in the palace and didn't care at all that he was a pawn sent to his death.
The man turned the ring in his hand casually and hummed slightly, not looking very concerned.
There was unconcealed murderous intent in the young man's eyes: "She bullied her too much, why are you so merciful? Why don't you just kill her directly, so that other people in the royal family who are ready to move can see clearly that you are not fish on the chopping block, and you are definitely not someone they can Anyone you can manipulate..."
After a while, the man said calmly: "There's no rush."
The pair of hands that were shaking things up in the court were holding a fox wooden hairpin, and he was being assassinated over and over again. He seemed to be more concerned about another thing. He asked in a low voice: "Have you found the person you asked to find?"
The young man knelt down and said, "This subordinate is incompetent and has no news."
There was a long silence.
The man's back looked a little lonely, and in the flickering light and shadow, his delicate jade-white face seemed to be sighing softly.
After a while, the man whispered: "Keep looking."
"yes."
Their voices became more and more distant, and Jiang Yue's vision became increasingly blurry. She slowly woke up in this blurry scene.
Zhou Fuwei in the dream, the oppressive feeling when he raised his eyes made people dare not look directly at him.
She clutched her chest, and the trembling gradually subsided.
Undoubtedly, Zhou Fuwei's confidants could not bear the assassination of her.
He said there was no rush.
But he also had murderous intentions.
Zhou Fuwei looked like she was treating her assassination at that time as if she was just playing house, and didn't seem to take it seriously at all.
While she was deep in thought, a familiar voice instantly brought her back to reality from her nightmare.
The man hugged her and raised his hand to straighten her damp hair. He frowned and said in a low voice, "Are you having nightmares again? You're afraid of this."
Jiang Yue felt the man behind her hugging her very tightly, and an unavoidable force made her breathless. Her face was white, and she looked like she was really frightened.
Jiang Yue gasped for air and unknowingly grabbed his hand tightly. Her nails dug marks on the back of his hand. She was stunned and lost her mind. .
Jiang Yue curled up in his arms. After a while, maybe she felt a little embarrassed. She didn't want to show her weak side in front of Zhou Ji, so she said firmly: "No."
The soft skin behind her ears was a little itchy, and the man's hot breath fell on it, making it a little hot.
She moved forward to hide, but Zhou Ji went with the flow and kissed her ear.
"Why are you running? Could it be that I scared you?"
The man's voice when he just woke up was low and magnetic, and there was no emotion in his tone.
Jiang Yue kicked him with her foot. In fact, she had already discovered that he especially liked to have skin-to-skin contact with her.
Either he likes to nuzzle her or kiss her, and he always holds her domineeringly when sleeping at night.
Zhou Ji just seemed to be devoid of desire, and turned her back on the bed and refused to acknowledge anyone else.
And this man is simply more lustful than her.
Excessive demands and extravagant gains.
Once or twice, Jiang Yue was able to turn a blind eye. After all, she was not uncomfortable at all.
After too many times, she no longer wanted to admit it.
"That's you."
Zhou Ji, who took the blame, only found it funny, but seeing how frightened she looked, he didn't bother to refute. He was always happy to indulge her in such a trivial matter.
Zhou Ji then asked: "Am I so bad in your dream?"
Jiang Yue thought for a while and said seriously: "You are not only bad in my dreams, you are also bad in normal times."
Doesn't he know?
What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be?
Jiang Yue didn't want to continue chatting with him in depth, so she arched her body and curled herself up deeper, as if this way she could feel safe enough.
Although she didn't like how Zhou Ji always hugged her so hard, tonight's embrace could temporarily give him some warmth.
It was rare for Zhou Ji to see her take the initiative to get close to him. He hugged her tightly, let her rest in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Jiang Yue nestled in his arms and fell asleep again.
When she woke up the next morning, Jiang Yue still had a man's hand across her waist, shackling her waist. As soon as she stood up, she was pulled back into the quilt.
The man didn't seem to be awake yet, and his voice sounded a little hoarse, "It's still very early, please sleep a little longer."
Jiang Yue felt that Zhou Ji might really be close to bankruptcy.
Then he would stay at home and sleep with her when he had nothing to do. It was almost noon now, and she wouldn't stay in bed for so long when she didn't have work.
Zhou Ji is so unwilling to make progress and will go bankrupt sooner or later.
However, Jiang Yue didn't mind sleeping in for a while. She tucked herself into the quilt again, yawned, and when she was about to fall asleep, she asked in a sticky voice: "Don't you have to go to the company today?" ?”
Zhou Ji gently rubbed the back of her neck with his chin. When he just woke up, his voice was a bit lazy: "I am the boss."
Jiang Yue thought for a while that being the boss would be very satisfying for him.
"Then shouldn't you lead by example?" As she said this, she tried to move the man's hand away from her body, but he held it tighter several times. The man closed his eyes, and then said calmly: "If you move again, I'll kiss you. is you."
Jiang Yue: "..."
Jiang Yue imitated his tone: "Then kiss me."
Even if she is thick-skinned, she is not bad either.
Now it was Zhou Ji's turn to be silent. Jiang Yue couldn't help but feel proud. It was easy to cure Zhou Ji from being shameless. All she had to do was be more willing to risk herself than him.
She was buried under the quilt, and just as she was about to dig in, someone suddenly pinched her chin, and her lips seemed to be stabbed. It was not very painful, but felt numb.
She was a little out of breath.
After a while, Jiang Yue heard a gentle chuckle. Jiang Yue didn't think anything of it at first, but when he heard the laughter, he suddenly became a little angry.
The two of them stayed in bed until twelve o'clock, then slowly got up.
Zhou Ji had something to do in the afternoon, so he went to the company without having lunch at home.
The three o'clock meeting was moved forward to two o'clock, but the senior directors in the meeting were also afraid of Zhou Ji.
Although Zhou Ji is young, he is ruthless in his methods. He has eliminated many senior members of the previous dynasty without mercy or nostalgia.
A heart of stone is nothing more than that.
Previously, the senior management within the group had been dealt with and kept in submission.
Zhou Ji doesn't talk much on weekdays, but he is a person who can't tolerate sand in his eyes.
If you are playing tricks under his nose, you will have to learn a lesson sooner or later.
Still a big lesson.
In the past two years, no one has dared to go against him.
Who would get tired of living and have trouble with the Lord of Hell? Isn't this asking for death?
There was a simple meeting, and Zhou Ji didn't say much at all, as if he was listening to what they were saying absentmindedly.
The meeting ended, and everyone took a breather from the high pressure.
They left the conference room feeling relieved, as if they were surviving a disaster.
Assistant Shen was left alone by Zhou Ji. The man held the pen in his hand carelessly and drew a mark on the pale paper with the pen tip.
After a while, he spoke without hesitation: "Contact Dr. Zhao and make an appointment to meet him in the afternoon."
Assistant Shen paused for a second. Although he was confused as to why Mr. Zhao suddenly wanted to see Dr. Zhao, he also knew that he shouldn't ask more questions. After hesitating for a while, he politely reminded: "You have a meeting at four o'clock."
I can't find time to meet other people in the afternoon.
Zhou Ji didn't seem to care too much, and raised her thin lips slightly: "Push it to five o'clock."
Assistant Shen didn't dare to say anything more. Mr. Shen always told the truth.
He quickly agreed on a time with Dr. Zhao from the psychology department and sent a driver to pick Dr. Zhao up to the company.
But Assistant Shen was also a little curious. My husband had just had a physical examination not long ago, and it was strange that he suddenly had to see a doctor again.
But he couldn't make any more speculations about his boss's affairs. He could guess that it might have something to do with Mrs. Zhang.
3pm.
After meeting with the doctor, Zhou Ji only asked Dr. Zhao to prescribe some tranquilizers that were harmless to the human body.
Dr. Zhao thought he was an important patient, so he called him over at short notice. Turns out he was just prescribing medicine? As for making such a fuss?
Out of his duty as a doctor, he asked: "Mr. Zhou, has he not been sleeping well recently?"
"It's not me." Zhou Ji doesn't like mentioning Jiang Yue in front of others. He didn't take her seriously in the past, but now he has a weird possessiveness that he can't explain, and he doesn't like her being paid too much attention by others.
So even in front of Dr. Zhao, he didn't want to say more. The man said in a calm tone: "My wife hasn't been sleeping very well recently. She always wakes up in the middle of the night. She is timid and a little scared."
He is usually very courageous, but in his dreams he is always frightened until his face turns pale and tears come to his eyes.
Dr. Zhao used to be the family doctor of the Zhou family.
I have known Zhou Ji for many years, and I have never seen him be so humane. I never thought that I would see him caring about others, and he is still his Mrs. Zhou who has no sense of presence in the Zhou family.
To put it harshly, this person was as indifferent as if his love had been taken away, and he was indifferent to any tears.
He is born to be a black heart.
But now, when he heard the words "my wife" from his mouth, there was a hint of pampering and unprecedented tenderness, which really surprised him, and also made him a little curious about Mrs. Zhou.
Dr. Zhao didn't remember that Zhou Ji and Mrs. Zhou had such a good relationship. In his opinion, the two people were no different from strangers living under the same roof.
If they hadn't had a son, they might have forgotten that Zhou Ji was married.
Even in the past few years, Zhou Ji occasionally had minor health problems. When he went to see a doctor for water refills, he always lived alone in a private apartment outside. Apart from him, there was no trace of anyone else's life.
As for Mrs. Zhou, Dr. Zhao has heard a little bit about her, and in conclusion, this woman is not an economical person.
Shameless and scheming.
He is particularly trouble-making, and he seems to like Zhou Ji quite a lot. On several occasions, he even used his own child to be sick and called him back just to meet him.
Doesn’t Zhou Ji hate people who are too narrow-minded? Is this a sexual transition?
Dr. Zhao pondered for a moment: "It's normal if you just have nightmares."
There's no need to make such a fuss.
Normal people dream.
Zhou Ji didn't seem to be satisfied with what he said, and her eyebrows calmed down slightly, "Several times."
Dr. Zhao huffed and patiently explained: "Even having nightmares every day is normal."
Zhou Ji's eyebrows were cold and sharp, and she didn't have much patience when she spoke: "I told her that she is timid, and she can't sleep well like this."
Sometimes I shed a few pearl tears in my dreams.
Can't even wipe it clean.
Zhou Ji felt uncomfortable and upset when he saw it, and didn't want to see her feel so uncomfortable.
Dr. Zhao decided not to cause hatred for himself anymore. After being silent, he quickly compromised, "Then I will ask the assistant to deliver the prepared medicine later."
"Um."
Dr. Zhao was actually extremely curious. If he didn't ask, he would feel uncomfortable: "Mr. Zhou, I would like to ask, is your wife still the same as before?"
the first few months.
The news that Zhou Ji was getting divorced was still widely spread. I heard that the host family had already acquiesced in the matter, and no one came out to refute the rumors. Everyone believed it as it was passed around.
Zhou Ji's mother has also been looking for a candidate for marriage in the political circles. This time she will definitely find someone in the circle, and will not want someone from the wrong family.
The divorce news doesn't look fake at all.
When Zhou Ji mentioned his wife in front of him, his cold expression became much gentler without realizing it.
It's hard not to be suspicious.
He may have been slightly divorced and remarried.
Dr. Zhao felt that his guess was well-founded. It must be because of the silent divorce and remarriage. This time he married his true love, and Zhou Ji would seem to have fallen in love and become gentle.
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and the silence was a bit awkward.
Zhou Ji raised her eyelids, her eyes dark and unceremonious: "Are you sick?"
Dr. Zhao was scolded in a sick way: "..."
Okay, he knows the answer.
A sentence suddenly popped into Dr. Zhao's mind - evil people will have their own way! ! !
A cunning vixen like Zhou Ji actually got himself killed, even in the hands of a green tea like Jiang Yue.
However, I don't know how long Zhou Ji's interest can last. His current gentleness may just be a whim.
He didn't believe that Zhou Ji, with a heart made of stone, could fall in love with anyone.
