Your Most Faithful Companion

With Ji Mingshu's opening, the cabin fell into dead silence again, and the atmosphere in the back seat became more subtle.

The driver did not dare to get out of the air, and sent Gu Kaiyang back to Xinggang International, then turned around and drove to Mingshui Mansion in the north of the city.

The night sky was washed by rain tonight, and it was extremely pure and black. Bentley was speeding on the viaduct, and Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen didn't say a word on the way.

The 13th building of Mingshui Mansion is the wedding room of Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen, and the two of them have lived here after their marriage.

Open the door, the furniture is neat and tidy, the ceiling lights are bright, and there is no dust on the wooden partition at the entrance.

Cen Sen glanced, "I haven't lived at home recently?" Although he was asking, it was already a statement.

"Yeah, I went out to raise small fresh meat."

Ji Mingshu leaned against the wall, embracing his hands, his voice was idle and a little light.

Cen Sen's eyes were quiet.

Ji Mingshu also had to **** one corner of his lips in amusement, with his head tilted, looking up at him, unavoidably.

Some people just like to pretend. She has countless pairs of eyes staring at him when she is eating grass roots in the country and reporting to him, and she knowingly asks her if she lives.

He hadn't seen each other for two years, and he didn't think such a polite greeting was redundant and ridiculous.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, before Cen Sen looked away first. He never liked to entangle on meaningless topics, especially his wife whose brain was short-circuited by diamonds.

The room may not have been popular for too long, and it was cold even when the automatic thermostat was turned on.

As Cen Sen unbuttoned his clothes and went up to the second floor, Ji Mingshu watched from a distance, kicked off his high heels, and chuckled softly.

-

Although the two of them had a normal relationship, they did not divide the room after marriage. The master bedroom on the second floor is spacious, with a door inside, leading to a more spacious cloakroom.

When Ji Mingshu entered the bedroom, Cen Sen just opened the door of the cloakroom——

The closet is wall-mounted on all four sides, with the table and jewelry table in the center, the search light is on, and the glass cabinet is full of radiance.

Cen Sen stood at the door of the cloakroom, stuck in his pocket, and did not move for a while.

Ji Mingshu didn't go to him either, and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom to untie his dress straps.

"Ming Shu."

"Huh?" She glanced in the mirror.

"Clean up."

Cen Sen's body half side, letting out most of the room. The tie was torn off from one side, the neckline was slightly wrinkled, and his brow wrinkled.

Ji Mingshu only saw that the cloakroom was filled with gift bags and boxes, and there was no place to go.

She was a little surprised. She stepped forward to pick up the bag near the door and flipped through it. Finally, she remembered, "It should be a gift from the brand, there are so many."

After Cen Sen went to Australia, she traveled abroad most of the time, and she also lived in an apartment in the city.

The registered address of the major brands is Mingshui Mansion, she didn't bother to change it, so she kept sending the gifts here.

The housekeeper called and asked her how to deal with these things. She was busy with other things at the time, and she said casually that it would be nice to put it in the cloakroom, but she didn't expect it, it was so full.

"This is too much. I'm sorry, I will charge it."

Ji Mingshu was embarrassed, but from the strands of hair to the tips of toes, there was no sign of sorry, let alone the meaning of tidying up.

She even unwrapped a shawl with interest, and considered it while thinking, and said, "This shawl is too thick. When I go to Antarctica, I can take it with him and put it on penguins."

"..."

After years of restraint, Cen Sen has forgotten to roll his eyes. His expression is expressionless, and his voice has changed from being very patient and gentle at first to cold and dull, "Pack your things, I want to get pajamas."

Ji Mingshu raised his head and stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled suddenly, "I'm impatient after three sentences. Cen's patience is really bad."

Her hand fell, and her shawl covered her bare ankle. In the next second, she stuck her toes again and slowly moved up along his ankle, hanging on the inner side of her leg and gently rubbing it.

Like seduce, more like provocation.

Cen Sen took a deep look at her, and then turned suddenly, "If you can't wait to take a bath, you can just say it."

The smile on her lips quickly disappeared, turning around and kicking away the gifts in the cloakroom, pulling out a set of men's pajamas from the closet, rubbing them into a ball and throwing them into Cen Sen's arms, like throwing some non-recyclable garbage.

Cen Sen took the clothes and didn't rush to take a bath.

He pondered for a moment, then asked: "Mingshu, are you dissatisfied with me? Let's talk."

But in the blink of an eye, he returned to a calm and gentle appearance. I didn't wear glasses today, otherwise I would be more like a young professor who is kind and wanting to promote the undergraduates.

Ji Mingshu mocked, "I don't see President Cen respecting my opinion so much."

Three days ago, Ji Mingshu saw that Zhao Yang posted a circle of friends.

There are only four words in that circle of friends—the wind is washed away, and there is a picture of the club box underneath. The pictures are of Jiang Che and Chen Xingyu, but in the dark corner, Cen Sen's platinum watch accidentally entered the mirror.

That platinum watch was a wedding gift given to them by Cen's parents. Cen Sen's dial is the little prince, and hers is a rose. It is a private order of VCA, unique.

In other words, he has returned home for at least three days.

For three days, without making a phone call or sending a message, I went straight to Xingcheng to spend time with friends.

If it weren't for his rich relationship history and the virtues in bed, she felt that she really had to figure out whether she accidentally fell into a **** marriage and became **** overnight.

After listening to Ji Mingshu's complaint, Cen Sen finally understood why she was so picky about herself tonight.

He thought for a while, and said: "I think you are not interested in my itinerary in our relationship. But if you are interested, I can ask the assistant to report it to you every day."

"..."

Who wants your itinerary, your mother has to see if you walk independently, will you get lost? And why does it sound so harsh and a little charity?

Ji Mingshu's whole body is not well, the urge to swear words at his nose came to his mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking of, while silently meditating in his heart not to be angry, he forced himself to close his eyes and calm down.

Ji Mingshu is naturally beautiful and white, and the base makeup for the dinner party is also light. At the moment, standing under the gallery lamp, his red lips are pressed into a straight line, and the whole face looks bright and clear.

Having known her for nearly 20 years, Cen Sen has never looked down upon her eldest lady's style, but never denies that she has been a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth since she was a child.

Beauty is always easy to provoke people's heart. Seeing that she is about to smoke above her head, Cen Sen took the initiative to give in, "Well, I'm not right this time."

"Forget it? What counts, it is!"

The anger that Ji Mingshu had just suppressed was spurred by the straight men's "I don't bother to care about you".

Marriage between two people is the choice of maximizing the interests of both families. Although for them, the marriage partner is not so satisfactory, but children born in this kind of family have the consciousness that marriage is difficult since they are sensible. Picking up the bowl to eat, putting down the bowl is to pursue love and freedom.

In the matter of getting married, both Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen performed extraordinarily cooperative, and reached an early consensus on the point of "love before others".

"You return home without saying a word, accompany Su Cheng to a banquet where I am present, and take a necklace for Su Cheng, without telling me in advance, whose face do you want to slap? Do you want to tell the world that I am not familiar with you?!"

Ji Mingshu raised a louder than a louder, quite a bit|I don't have enough height, it means that the voice comes together.

Cen Sen rubbed his eyebrows, as if he thought she was noisy, and the explanation was weak. "It was inconvenient for him to have dinner with Pei Ju in the afternoon. He just helped. Su Cheng is over forty. No one should think that I will accompany her to participate. It’s hitting you in the face. Also, I didn’t know you would attend this banquet.”

Ji Mingshu simply translated it—oh, who knew you were there, and I didn’t pay attention to you, whoareyou?

This is probably the point that Ji Mingshu hates Cen Sen most. He doesn't put anyone or anything in his eyes, and is always sensible and calm, or in other words, always indifferent.

She is the fresh life of flowers and stars and the moon, and it is hardest to bear the disregard that does not take her as the center of the world.

The topic ended without a problem. When taking a bath, Ji Mingshu still closed her eyes and thought: If this kind of widowed marriage can be ended, she is willing to have no **** in five years.

-

After spending two hours in the bathroom, Ji Mingshu vacated slowly.

As exquisite as her, the daily maintenance process must be the same in the morning and evening.

Before going to Australia, Cen Sen lived with her for a period of time, and she also knew her habits. Undoubtedly, she is the kind of extremely delicate element who insists on putting on a full makeup before she faints from anemia, beautiful and superficial.

At this moment, Ji Mingshu changed into a smog-blue silk suspender nightdress, with his arms and calves exposed, his flesh and bones pavilion even and slender.

The long, black curly hair was dry and fluffy and soft. When you walked barefoot, the randomly falling hair tips and the skirt swayed together, and also wrapped the curl of water mist from the bathroom, showing a little style in innocence.

Cen Sen glanced. Perhaps this vase was too pleasing to the eye, and within two seconds, he glanced again.

"What are you looking at?"

Cen Sen laughed, but did not answer.

Ji Mingshu didn’t know what he was being wary of. He stared at him nicely, sat down along the side, and leaned up one leg by one. Seeing that he didn’t move, he pulled up and lay down, the whole person covered. Strictly, only a pretty and cute head was exposed.

Ji Mingshu: "Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep."

Cen Sen didn't say much, and Yiyan turned off the floor lamp.

The breathing of the two people in the darkness went one after the other, and before long, they were assimilated into the same frequency, quiet and neat.

After two years of not sharing the same bed with others, Ji Mingshu is a little uncomfortable, turning left and right, always feeling that something is wrong.

Cen Sen was very disciplined and didn't move when he lay down.

There is a light woody fragrance in the air, about fir, the smell of fir on a cloudy day.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Ji Mingshu suddenly sensed an aggression that was very close. When she opened her eyes, Cen Sen had already covered her, with her arm resting on her waist, covering her under her.

At night, the light was dim, and she vaguely saw Cen Sen's deep jaw line, and downward, the Adam's apple was rolling less noticeably. Going up, desire rolls in the calm and dark eyes.

After a long time, Ji Mingshu's reaction was a little slow, and he got some feeling after being pushed until the shoulder strap slipped.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, and the clear sky was swaying, and the unpleasantness before going to bed was temporarily stranded by the water.