When Zhong Lingyu was about to ask Wu Shihui some concerns, a cough suddenly sounded in front of him.
She raised her eyes and saw Shen Huaizhou coming out of it.
Wu Shihui reacted first. He calmly distanced himself from Zhong Lingyu, and then said respectfully: "Young Marshal!"
"What are you doing?" Shen Huaizhou's tone was calm, as if he was asking normally.
Zhong Lingyu couldn't hear anything, thinking that Shen Huaizhou was just asking more questions out of curiosity.
But Wu Shihui, who is also a man, was very keenly aware of the slight dissatisfaction in Shen Huaizhou's tone.
Wu Shihui seemed unaware, and said with a normal expression: "I brought some documents and showed them to Miss Zhong. After all, Miss Zhong will work in the Ministry of Economic Affairs in the future, so there are some things that she must know in advance."
"Really?" Shen Huaizhou lit a match and lit a cigarette quietly.
There was some darkness where he stood.
The orange firelight shrouded in his hands made his face look a bit gloomy.
Exhaling a thin breath of mist, he raised his eyes and looked at Wu Shihui, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Wu Shihui met his eyes and laughed lightly, "Ms. Zhong is very smart and can understand things after learning. She will officially take up the post tomorrow, and she will be able to share some simpler tasks."
Both inside and outside the words were full of affirmation for Zhong Lingyu.
Zhong Lingyu was a little embarrassed by the praise and said humbly: "General Manager Wu is very complimentary. I learned quickly because the young marshal showed me some documents in advance and had a general understanding of Yuncheng's economy."
Wu Shihui's attitude was calm and he complimented: "From this point of view, it should be said that the young marshal has a sharp eye and knows people."
Shen Huaizhou's smile didn't reach his eyes. He took a puff of cigarette and said nothing.
Glancing at Wu Shihui with a faint gaze, he raised his hand and patted Zhong Lingyu on the head, "It just so happens that Director Wu and I have something to talk about. I'll ask Adjutant Li to take you to the Ministry of Economic Affairs to get familiar with it first. environment."
Zhong Lingyu nodded, turned and left.
There were only two people left in the empty room, Shen Huaizhou and Wu Shihui.
The moment the door was closed, the smile on Shen Huaizhou's face suddenly disappeared.
He blew out smoke from his lips and stared at Wu Shihui coldly with eyes as dark as cold pools, "I placed Lingyu in the Ministry of Economic Affairs because I want her to work with peace of mind and not to worry about other things."
Wu Shihui's eyes curled up, "I don't understand what the young marshal is saying."
"Lingyu is beautiful and smart, and the military government is full of men. There is no guarantee that no one will covet her. Chief Wu is Lingyu's direct boss. If Lingyu is harassed by some men with ill intentions, I have to ask you to take care of her. Some." Shen Huaizhou dusted off the cigarette ashes, his eyes still fixed on Wu Shihui.
Wu Shihui was silent for a moment, then raised his lips and smiled, "I am Miss Zhong's boss. As a boss, I will naturally be responsible for Miss Zhong's personal safety. But it is a joke that makes the young marshal unhappy. The outstanding men of the Ministry of Economic Affairs are not Master, if Miss Zhong falls in love with someone else and takes the initiative to contact other men, I, the flower protector, will not be able to take care of her."
Shen Huaizhou's fingers holding the cigar tightened immediately.
There was a gloomy look between his brows.
Wu Shihui saw that Shen Huaizhou's other hand was groping around his waist.
On the side of Shen Huaizhou's waist was a Browning.
The body of the gun is pitch black, like a cold night, putting people in a cold place, and naturally gives rise to fear.
A chill ran down Wu Shihui's spine.
He rolled his throat and said with a stiff smile: "It's just a joke, young commander, you don't have to take it seriously."
Shen Huaizhou touched his hand on his waist and turned to support it on the table behind him. He was half leaning on the table, smoking a cigarette, and sneered: "Mr. Wu has a sense of humor, and it is understandable that he likes to joke. But there are some jokes. You can’t open it randomly.”
After a pause, Shen Huaizhou took out the gun and patted it gently on the table, "Just like this gun, if you fire it randomly, you will kill someone accidentally. You need to be careful."
"That's what the young marshal said." Wu Shihui clenched his fists and lowered his head in agreement.
Shen Huaizhou chuckled and said nothing more.
At this time, Zhong Lingyu also happened to come back.
Shen Huaizhou put out the cigarette, picked up his coat, and said calmly: "Lingyu, it's time to go home."
Zhong Lingyu held a thick stack of documents with a surprised look on her face, "Going home so early? Aren't you very busy?"
Rubbing his brows, Shen Huaizhou walked up to her and held her waist, "I don't feel well, I want to go back and have a rest."
"Do you have a fever?" Zhong Lingyu was worried and raised her hand to touch his forehead.
"No, I'm just tired." Shen Huaizhou hugged her tighter and ruffled her hair affectionately, "Say goodbye to Mr. Wu and we'll go back."
Shen Huaizhou doesn't get sick and tired easily.
When he said he was tired, he must be very tired.
Zhong Lingyu was very distressed.
She hurriedly said hello to Wu Shihui and left with Shen Huaizhou.
On the way, Shen Huaizhou didn't speak, his expression was listless and he had no energy.
He closed his eyes and leaned back, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Zhong Lingyu couldn't disturb him either.
When she got home and entered the bedroom, she asked, "Would you like to take a hot bath? I'll put some water in for you."
Shen Huaizhou hummed absentmindedly.
Zhong Lingyu planned to go to the bathroom to fill the water for him.
But before he had taken a few steps, Shen Huaizhou's slender body pressed close to him.
She staggered forward a few steps, and was finally squeezed between him and the wardrobe by Shen Huaizhou.
The surface of the wardrobe is polished smooth and translucent, a little cool.
Zhong Lingyu twisted his body with some discomfort, "Shen Huaizhou, what are you doing?"
Shen Huaizhou didn't say anything. He grabbed her chin with his big hand, pulled her face over forcefully, and kissed her.
At the same time, there was a stabbing sound, and most of Zhong Lingyu's woolen skirt was torn into pieces.
He was breathing heavily and his movements were rough and brutal.
He didn't even do any foreplay and went straight to the point.
Zhong Lingyu felt a sting, but was unable to resist.
He could only hold Shen Huaizhou's arm tightly, raise his head, and bear it in silence.
Later, Shen Huaizhou became more and more fierce.
Zhong Lingyu's posture became increasingly unbearable.
She was ashamed and uncomfortable, and her voice was broken by the impact, "Shen...Huaizhou, what's wrong with you?"
No matter how impatient or rude he was before, he had never been like this.
Zhong Lingyu's body stiffened.
Sensing her discomfort, the fierceness in Shen Huaizhou's eyes gradually faded away.
He moved a little softer and no longer allowed himself to follow his own temper.
Zhong Lingyu slowly relaxed and leaned weakly in his arms.
After a long time, the two fell on the bed.
Shen Huaizhou gasped behind her.
After Zhong Lingyu calmed down, he couldn't help but said: "Shen Huaizhou, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Huaizhou rubbed her soft body, his voice hoarse, "Lingyu, actually I hope you can stay at home peacefully. The military government is not a good working environment for you. Or you don't want to stay at home , I will open a few shops for you and take care of them, and the military government will not go there in the future."
