Jiang Yue had just woken up and her head was still blank. Before she could react, someone picked her up from the bed.
After a while, she gradually came back to her senses and broke away from her sleepiness, "Put me down, I'm not sleepy anymore."
Zhou Ji put her down as promised. She looked at the darkening sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window and asked, "Are we going to have dinner now?"
Zhou Ji nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Yue didn't see her son in the office. She woke up from her sleep. Could it be that she hasn't finished her kindergarten homework yet?
A boy who turns six years old after the Chinese New Year is still only six years old after all.
There is so much homework to write.
Jiang Yue turned around and looked at Zhou Ji again, "Where is my son? Does he have a lot of homework to do?"
How could he be more pitiful than her younger brother who had the throne to inherit?
Neither she nor the emperor's brother had lived such a hard life when they were young. They had to go to bed early and get up late every day, and the tutor did not assign much homework.
Later, when I entered the Imperial College, I became a little stricter.
Zhou Ji seemed to be deep in thought. His amber eyes looked like transparent lakes refracted by light and shadow, calm and deep. After a while, he said without changing his expression: "I'm afraid he will cause trouble in the company, so I'll ask the driver after finishing my homework." Sent him home."
Jiang Yue frowned. She had never seen this child be quiet, obedient and sensible at all times.
Not offensive at all.
"Will he make trouble? Why haven't I seen him before?"
"Well, very few." Zhou Ji thought for a moment, "And the child is not hungry all the time, so it would be more appropriate to send him back first."
Jiang Yue was doubtful, so it was not easy to investigate.
Even though it was already dark outside, the entire office building was still brightly lit, with many workers still working hard at their desks.
The staff on the top floor are all elites who have fought hard for thousands of troops.
When working in the company, I would like to put the word efficiency on my forehead. It is best not to sleep 24 hours a day, just work.
Today, this group of people couldn't help but be distracted and fish.
Just the anonymous group messages that I had never bothered to waste time and words on before were frequently clicked on.
The president's wife never came out after entering the office.
Nearly two hours have passed.
What can you do in the CEO's office for two hours?
Anonymous Old Bidden: [It’s been two hours and eighteen minutes, is it really that boring? 】
Anonymous rookie: [I admire it, it would be great if my husband could last for two hours and eighteen minutes. 】
Anonymous and the purest: [(Shocked ipg) Sister, what are you talking about? There are still many fresh graduates in this group who have no experience in the world. 】
Anonymous old dogleg: [The CEO is awesome, with a good waist and long legs. 】
Anonymous Diamondback: [What’s the length? Just legs? 】
Anonymous old dogleg: [Sister Chicken, you are so crazy, I’m scared. 】
It happened to be the normal time to get off work at this time, and people were impetuous, so they talked a lot.
Jiang Yue's hand was held by Zhou Ji, and she followed him out of the president's office. She could feel the furtive glances from all around, and was careful not to offend.
The feeling of being spied on quickly disappeared.
Maybe these professional elites in the company are very ethical and are only interested in work.
This made Jiang Yue breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't like to be stared at with curious and probing eyes all the time.
Out the office door.
Bodyguards followed in the hallway.
Jiang Yue held his hand and didn't complain like before. He wanted to hold her hand, so he held it for him.
In late spring and early summer, it’s not that cold after dark.
Zhou Ji seemed to have taken off his disguise. He was no longer the gentleman he was before. He seemed to be really polite to her in a serious manner. Never cross the line, be gentle and well-educated.
After confirming the relationship, Zhou Ji would often take the initiative to kiss her. Maybe while she was talking to him, he would suddenly bend down and kiss her cheeks and lips.
At this time, Jiang Yue is often more stunned than shy. Only when he reacts does he remember to ask: "Are you listening carefully when I'm talking to you?"
The man's lips curled up into a smile, his eyebrows looked at Feng Liu, and he hummed in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm listening."
He was like a glutton who had just finished eating snacks. He looked so satisfied that his words sounded a bit lazy.
Jiang Yue said: "I don't believe it."
Zhou Ji said gently: "You said you no longer want to drink carrot juice and don't like eating blueberries. Please ask me not to ask Assistant Shen to prepare these for you again."
Jiang Yue was slightly surprised that he was actually listening.
She hummed muffledly.
Zhou Ji raised his hand and stroked her hair, his thin white fingers inserted carelessly into her black and soft hair, "It's good for your eyes, you are a little night blind."
Jiang Yue thought the carrot juice tasted strange, and she thought blueberries were sour.
Anyway, she doesn’t like to eat these two so-called fruits that are good for the eyes.
The problem is not carrot juice or blueberries, the problem is that when Jiang Yue talks, he always kisses her without saying hello!
Even in the company, he doesn't hold back!
Jiang Yue turned her face sideways and raised her neck in a beautiful arc: "I won't come to your company this month."
Zhou Ji raised his hand and touched her face, and couldn't help but pinch it twice. There seemed to be thousands of lingering thoughts in his eyes, but he seemed to be unable to see anything.
The man humbly asked: "Why?"
Jiang Yue turned away: "Not only this month, I won't be here next month either."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Ji said, "Okay, I was wrong."
Jiang Yue's face softened slightly: "Where did you go wrong?"
Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows and thought seriously. He shook his head truthfully: "I don't know."
Immediately afterwards, the man used a very talkative tone and said very dotingly: "Wherever you say you are wrong, you are wrong."
There was no prisoner who confessed his crime more readily than he did.
Even if it was an unjust, false or wrong case, he was willing to plead guilty and surrender.
Jiang Yue looked at him, with clear black and white eyes: "Aren't you convinced?"
Zhou Ji laughed: "I don't have it."
Jiang Yue is now the one punching the cotton. Even if he punches it with all his strength, there is no force at all.
However, Zhou Ji's attitude and speed in admitting her mistake caught her off guard, leaving her with nothing to say.
The two entered the elevator.
Just after descending one level, it stopped again.
The elevator door closed and opened, and the girl rushed in rashly with documents in her arms. She was wearing a well-fitting professional attire. She seemed to be very surprised. She cautiously said hello, "Mr. Zhou."
Zhao Shuyan then walked in cautiously.
This is the exclusive elevator for the president.
No one else would take it in normal times, and no one would be so short-sighted even during rush hours when commuting to and from get off work.
Zhao Shuyan's story was true. The documents she held in her arms were all scattered again. She squatted down and hurriedly picked up the scattered papers on the ground.
I kept saying sorry.
Zhao Shuyan's heart was in her throat. She seemed to be crazy and believed that she was Zhou Ji's destined true love. As long as she could get close to him, she would attract his attention.
She didn't wait for anything else, and this bad encounter would only make a worse impression.
The man pressed the stop button.
The door slowly opened.
Zhou Ji said indifferently: "Get out."
