Your Most Faithful Companion

I have to admit that Cen Sen's sentence "I am not a person who likes to recall the past" delighted Ji Mingshu's body and mind, and the unhappiness caused by the imminent arrival of invasive species was wiped out.

Lying on the bed to sleep, Ji Mingshu hung on Cen Sen again unknowingly, his arms wrapped around his neck, and his bare legs wrapped around his waist.

Cen Sen adjusted his position while he was asleep and awake and pressed the restless octopus into his arms.

This night, Ji Mingshu had a dream.

I don’t know if it’s near dusk in the dream, or the dream has its own warm yellow halo. All the scenes seem to be soaked in a honey jar, frame by frame pulling out crystal clear and bizarre old-time scenes.

Fifty percent of her dreams were tedious and unreasonable details of high school life. She changed the length of her school uniform and skirt in the dormitory for a while, and then was urgently notified to take the exam.

Halfway through the exam, the team leader ran in and said: You got a wrong exam. You are liberal arts students, so you don't need to take physics.

When she waited out of the examination room, she was happy and strange. Didn't she just go to the first year of high school and didn't have liberal arts? And what I just did seems to be a geography paper.

Then Cen Sen appeared in the second half of the dream unsuspectingly like this-

In the hallway leaving the examination room, Ji Mingshu saw from a distance, he and Li Wenyin were walking from the end together.

He was tall and thin, and the blue-black school uniform often criticized by the affiliated high school also looked neat and beautiful on him. The two approached him, had a face-to-face with her, and passed her coldly.

Ji Mingshu stood there, a little upset, but she didn't know what she was upset about.

Soon the scene switched to the classroom after school. The honey-colored sunset outside the window was projected on the desk, and the afterglow was warm, as if there was still a fine wind gently moving the curtains.

There was no one in the classroom except Ji Mingshu. She lay down on the desk, thinking about what to eat at night.

At this moment, Cen Sen walked into the classroom.

He, a senior in high school, suddenly entered the classroom in the first year of high school and sat next to her to tell her the test papers, which was simply inexplicable.

But in the dream, Ji Mingshu's brain seemed to have been eaten by zombies. He didn't think there was anything wrong at all. He rummaged in his schoolbag, and then nervously told Cen Sen, "My test paper is missing."

Cen Sen: "It's okay."

He patted her on the head very gently, then leaned in a little and kissed her.

After that, things were a bit of a sudden change in style and very banned.

She was hugged by Cen Sen to sit on the desk, and Cen Sen stood by the table, lifted her short skirt up, and took off the last layer of cover on her body.

Later, she was lying on her back on the table, and Cen Sen was still standing by the table, moving in tandem.

She covered her eyes with her hands, but still couldn't help quietly letting go of a small gap, peeking at Cen Sen's clean, abstinent and indulgent manner.

When the sentiment was surging, Cen Sen still pinched her waist and leaned over to ask her some shy questions.

She Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Li Wenyin standing at the door of the classroom, nervous, but there was a secret and unspeakable eagerness to move around. She said softly in Cen Sen's ear: "I like it."

Then, the dream woke up.

In the first few seconds after waking up, Ji Mingshu's head was blank and his fingers were shaking.

What kind of strange dream is this?

Her heart beats very fast, and the strange feeling in her body did not stop abruptly as the dream ended.

Immediately, she focused on her eyes and finally saw the culprit who had troubled her early in the morning and caused her dream style to change suddenly.

In fact, Cen Sen didn't expect that Ji Mingshu could sleep so badly. There was no sign of awakening after a long time of teasing, and she was only able to wake up until the final release.

Fortunately, the instinct of her body in her sleep was still very honest.

The two looked at each other.

Ji Mingshu seamlessly matched the dream scene, his ears were red uncomfortably, and his eyes flickered.

On the contrary, Cen Sen, the person who really did bad things, was very calm. When the last glimmer of pleasure faded, he pulled away and separated, with a satisfied look of "it's cool."

Ji Mingshu was still lying on the bed stupidly until the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, and did not recover for a long while.

Well, why does she have that strange dream? It's so ashamed to still be in front of Li Wenyin in the dream!

Also, the dog man Cen Sen came here three times last night, why didn't he wake up early in the morning?

She is still asleep, what's the difference between this and an adulterous corpse!

No, she is not a corpse!

Ji Mingshu thought wildly at this moment, Cen Sen had already taken a shower and came out of the bathroom. In the morning, he couldn't hold back and spent a lot of time in bed. His cell phone has been ringing since eight o'clock.

While talking to someone, he straightened his neckline with one hand, but the tie could not be tied with one hand. He glanced at Ji Mingshu, walked to the side of the bed, and passed the tie.

Ji Mingshu didn't know what was wrong with him, so he sat up wrapped in a quilt without wearing anything, and took the tie to help him tie it.

"...It's just a matter of time before Hehui lets you go. Their funding gap is too big. They have no choice but Jun Yi. Don't worry about this."

Maybe it was a big fight early in the morning, Cen Sen's voice was a bit low and hoarse, revealing a sense of comfort in the body and mind.

Ji Mingshu reminded himself that he was just living a husband and wife **** life and not to be like a nympho, while desperately recalling the shameful scenes and blushing heartbeat crazily.

In the end, Cen Sen had finished talking on the phone, and her Windsor knot had not been tied.

Cen Sen took a deep look at her, and suddenly stretched out his hand to take the tie from her.

"I will do it myself."

Ji Mingshu didn’t dare to raise his eyes and stare at him. He wrapped the quilt tightly and sat on the bed. It took him a long time to forcefully assert himself: “You should tie it yourself. If there is a problem with your brain, just keep the phone open. I have to toss me!"

When it comes to the word "tossing", she is more sensitive than anyone else. Before she blushes, she lay down quickly, pulling the quilt up to cover her head.

There was a low murmur from outside the quilt, she was motionless, anyway, she was determined to pretend to be dead until Cen Sen left.

-

At 8:30 in the morning, Zhou Jiaheng and the driver finally waited until Cen Sen came out.

It is also strange that in Zhou Jiaheng's impression, Cen Sen has always been a little terribly self-disciplined, and such things as late should never happen to this BOSS.

But he didn't dare to ask, so he silently made up for unexpected situations such as a couple's quarrel.

In the morning, there is a regular meeting of the group, which is basically for the managers who are in contact with each branch of the group to make regular reports.

The cities with the largest distribution of Junyi hotels in China are the Imperial Capital and Star City. In the previous hotel review, Star City has not been visited yet, because Star City has 23 hotels under Junyi's four series, and you will have to stay for at least one week after the past. Above time.

This regular meeting was a coincidence, and it involved the confusion caused by the senior officials in the Star City branch.

After the meeting, Cen Sen immediately ordered Zhou Jiaheng to adjust the recent itinerary.

Zhou Jiaheng reminded Chen Ju’s appointment tonight that it’s better not to push, Cen Sen’s voice is low, "After that, we will leave."

In the office, he finished processing the documents at hand, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Inexplicably, the look of Ji Mingshu moaning beneath him popped out of his mind, sweet and lustful.

He rolled his apple, sat up again, and took a sip of black coffee.

In fact, he and Ji Mingshu have known each other for a long time, but think about it carefully, they don't know each other much.

For example, Ji Mingshu's insistence on getting divorced during derailment was completely unexpected. He even felt that his reaction was a bit unexpected.

The word "divorce" seems to be out of control and inexplicable rejection.

Then I thought about it and found it ridiculous. The Ji family nowadays is of little use to him. On the contrary, this in-law is profitable and harmless to the Ji family. Ji Mingshu still dare to talk about the divorce in two days. , Ji’s family was the first to not agree.

He opened a new file, did not read two lines, suddenly picked up the phone from the side, and sent a WeChat message to Ji Mingshu.

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When receiving Cen Sen's WeChat, Ji Mingshuzheng and Jiang Chungu opened a check-in to an internet celebrity dessert shop.

The three of them ordered a table and took a lot of photos, but they were all drinking light tea.

Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang have requirements for their own figure. The elimination of a whole braised small row last night made Ji Mingshu feel very guilty. Although the bed exercises were done from night to morning, they still weighed a lot.

——No way, fat is a polygraph that money cannot buy, realistic and ruthless.

Jiang Chun wanted to eat it, but before she stretched out the goose claws, Ji Mingshu was driving wildly in her ears.

"You know how to eat when you eat. Do you think you have lost weight to Zhao Feiyan? Keeping your figure is a woman's lifelong career. Yan Yu and that little green tea are still watching. You still want to make Yan Yu regret and Xiao Green tea together to poop?"

"Don't think that if you have made some progress with Tang Zhizhou, you can have no demands on yourself. Today, Tang Zhizhou's lover can praise you for being so cute and cute. Tomorrow, you can turn your face and deny that you are an uncultured little fat man!"

Jiang Chun: "..."

Who the **** can eat it.

After preventing Jiang Chun from letting himself go, Ji Mingshu and Gu Kaiyang whispered about going on the show.

Her celebrity is too burdened to be noticed.

Gu Kaiyang thought it was a very interesting experience, and she has always been a relatively independent and self-reliant girl. She has always held the view that girls should have their own careers.

Gu Kaiyang: "Participating in the show is first of all an experience, and secondly, you can also use it to develop your own business. The influence of Star City is still good. You have participated in the show of Star City as an interior designer, and you can receive it in the future. More cases. Your husband is generous, and the money is too much to spend, but the money you earn is better to spend, right?"

"No," Ji Mingshu said naturally, holding his chin, "I think the money others earn is better spent."

"..."

After thinking about it carefully, there is nothing wrong.

At this moment, Ji Mingshu received a WeChat from Cen Sen.

Cen Sen: [I am going to Star City tonight. It may be a month or two. 】

He is going to Star City?

Ji Mingshu remembered that the recording of that program was almost a month.

Then a new message came in.

Cen Sen: [Call me if I have something to do. 】

Originally last night, Ji Mingshu wanted to ask him if he had any comments or suggestions if he went to participate in the show, but later entangled in bed, she forgot about the matter.

At this moment, she implemented Cen Sen's phrase "call if something happens" in earnest and timely, and called when he just finished sending the message before putting down his phone.

After saying a few words, Cen Sen suddenly asked her to wait.

After waiting for half a minute, Cen Sen’s voice reappeared on the phone. Ji Mingshu cut to the point and said: “In fact, it is like this. There is a show on Star City TV that wants to invite me to participate. It’s a space design show. What do you think of the form of teaming up with stars to complete design tasks?"

Cen Sen looked at the list of program groups sent by Zhou Jiaheng half a minute ago, and his eyes fell on the line marked by Zhou Jiaheng:

"Group Three: Li Che, Ji Mingshu (tentative

"Note: Li Che has a plan to unbind with Meng Xiaowei, which can cooperate with the CP of the program group and the amateur group. The amateur has an excellent appearance and can be included in the key photographic subject."

He flipped through Li Che's personal information again, and said, "I don't think so."

Ji Mingshu: "..."

Cen Sen: "You may be more suitable for programs like Deformation Meter."

Ji Mingshu: "......?"