Your Most Faithful Companion

The plot of this movie is simple, it belongs to the series that you can guess the end by looking at the beginning, but Ji Mingshu still watched it with a special feeling of truth.

After coming out of the theater, she also took a photo of a ticket and posted it to Moments, giving people a spoiler-free version of technical mine clearance.

When she took the ticket stub, Cen Sen was standing on her right side, and the custom watch on her left wrist accidentally entered the mirror. She noticed it in the P picture, but she didn’t know what it was because of her psychology. She didn’t cut it and didn’t cover it. , As if not paying attention to anything, it was posted directly.

At four o'clock in the morning, many party animals did not fall asleep. Ji Mingshu’s circle of friends received hundreds of likes in less than five minutes after sending it out.

Shu Yang didn't sleep either, and he went to the bar with his friends.

Seeing Ji Mingshu's movement, he zoomed in on the picture and squinted to observe. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he was happy.

Shu Yang: [Picture]

Shu Yang: [Watching a movie with my wife at four o'clock in the morning, Senge is awesome. 】

Shu Yang: [Who will say that our brother Seng is a straight steel man who is incomprehensible, I am the first to be anxious with him, this professionalism, this business ability, it is not me who sells beer, you can get the first! 】

Shu Yang: [@江彻, Mr. Jiang, learn a little bit. 】

A few of them posted a WeChat chat group, the group leader is Jiang Che.

On weekdays, Jiang Cheshuyang and Zhao Yang are active in it. Only Cen Sen is basically in the state of grass growing in front of his grave, but very occasionally, he will cheat the corpse and forward some current affairs hotspots and industry trends to the group.

At this moment, Shu Yang ridiculed in the group, that is, no one online will not be stunned by the dead of night.

I think Jiang Che had a quarrel with Zhou You tonight, and went home to pretend that his grandson was waiting to wash his feet or something. It was a good deal of coaxing to force people to sleep. At the moment, the two of them lie on the same bed and can’t do anything. He was holding fire in his heart, and by chance Shu Yang hit the gun and asked for humiliation. Then he would naturally not let go of this great opportunity.

Moreover, Jiang Che has always been a loyal supporter of the modern funeral system of "I'm not happy that you all have to die", and he kicked Shu Yang out of the group chat without giving anyone a chance to argue.

Not so happy, he found out that Zhao Yang, who was unaware of all this, was in his sleep and humiliated Zhao Yang, and finally it was Cen Sen's turn.

——Maybe it was because he felt too lonely when no one was watching when his mockery was full, and he even pulled Shu Yang back.

Jiang Che: [@岑森, what do you make when you watch a movie at four o'clock in the morning? If you have the ability, take your wife home and roll the sheets and don’t be embarrassed outside. 】

Jiang Che: [Rong Yue will still sign a contract at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. It doesn't need to be too hard to see you. It's really bad for me to cooperate with a wife like you. 】

Shu Yang inserted a sentence in due course.

Shu Yang: [I’m still outside so late, probably because my wife can’t take it home. 】

Jiang Che: [Yes, I don’t expect to take it home this year. 】

When the two sang and got together, it seemed a little bit of clearing up their previous disagreements.

"What are you looking at?"

When getting off the elevator, Ji Mingshu saw Cen Sen staring at the phone and asked casually.

Cen Sen said quietly: "Nothing, I saw that you just posted to Moments."

Ji Mingshu thought of the pictures he had posted, and was a little cautious, not embarrassed to ask more questions.

Cen Sen lowered his eyelids and forwarded to the group a financial news about the third-stage strategic cooperation between Sincere Capital, which he and Jiang Che cooperated with, and Rong Yue Technology.

The news is clearly written that the signing ceremony was held in Canberra, Australia at 9 am on December 23. It was already forty-three hours ago.

Cen Sen: [I don't know who is responsible for the bad luck for eight years. 】

Cen Sen: [The last sentence you said, bounce back to yourself. 】

Jiang Che: [...]

Jiang Che: [You are three years old, and you rebound. 】

Cen Sen did not return because the elevator had reached the first floor.

It was cold in the middle of the night and the car was still parked at Ximen. Cen Sen took off his coat and put it on Ji Mingshu. The two walked back to Ximen side by side.

At four o'clock in the morning in the imperial capital, the night was dark and dark, there was still snow occasionally slipping under the quiet street lamp, and a thick layer of fresh snow accumulated on the ground, and the shoes creaked when they stepped on it.

Cen Sen: "Are you sleepy?"

"It's kind of." It's okay not to ask. Ji Mingshu yawned unconsciously at this question.

After getting in the car, Cen Sen glanced at the time, and flatly suggested: "Go back to Mingshui, I have a meeting in the morning, so I can't sleep long."

Ji Mingshu rubbed his seat belt and did not answer immediately.

She stared directly at the snowfield ahead, as if thinking about something seriously.

Waiting for the car to start, she nodded reservedly, reluctantly: "Since you have a meeting in the morning, then go to Mingshui for one night."

"Ok."

Cen Sen turned the steering wheel, his head slightly tilted towards the driver's side window.

At an angle that Ji Mingshu couldn't see, the corner of his lips moved up and gently pulled it down.

Ji Mingshu always felt uncomfortable after accepting, she put down the back of the chair and lay back, "I'm a little sleepy, squint first."

Cen Sen said "um" again and reminded, "There is a blanket behind the seat."

Ji Mingshu stretched out his hand to pull out one, neatly covering his body, his hands also overlapped on his lower abdomen.

Obviously she was sleepy, but looking at the roof of the car, she couldn't fall asleep. On the one hand, she felt satisfied to watch Chuxue’s Christmas with Cen Sen. On the other hand, she recalled Cen Sen’s hurtful words on the night before she ran away. I was abducted back without an apology, and I was too spineless.

The two thoughts intertwined in her mind. She turned on the left side and turned on the right side. She couldn't fall asleep anyhow, so she stood up the seat again.

"what happened."

Ji Mingshu sat cross-legged on a chair and hugged a unique blessing pillow from a 4S store. His brain circuit had been turned around for an unknown number of times. Suddenly he responded, "It's nothing, that is, I think I have to explain to you. After a while, I didn't do anything to sorry you."

Cen Sen glanced at her.

"Cen Yang and I simply ate a meal, and I didn't notice that his appointment was Christmas Eve before. He hugged me, that is, hugs between friends, you know?"

"Ok, I know."

Cen Sen answered disapprovingly.

"..."

Ji Mingshu looked at him blankly.

Gone? that's it?

He doesn't seem to be jealous at all...Well, that's not the point. Just don't be jealous. As an equivalent exchange, shouldn't he take the initiative to explain his affairs with Li Wenyin and then apologize to her? Why is this man like this.

Just as Ji Mingshu was wondering whether to ask more clearly, Cen Sen finally realized the deep meaning of her painstaking efforts.

The car passed on the bridge from Mingshui Mansion to the center of the lake. He slowed down and said, "I didn't do anything to sorry you."

Here comes, finally here.

It's not hopeless!

Ji Mingshu sat up a bit, intending to listen respectfully.

But five seconds passed, ten seconds passed, and thirty seconds passed, Cen Sen threw into the garage beautifully with the steering wheel, and she could not listen to the following.

When she got out of the car, she was still dazed, clutching the ugly pillow in her hand and refused to put it down, and took it all the way to the bedroom.

I went out for two meals that day, and watched a movie in the middle of the night. Ji Mingshu wanted to ask Cen Sen after a simple wash, but the entanglement of thoughts could not overcome the fatigue of the body. She fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. Unconscious.

At the end of the year, Cen Sen was busy with work and did not take a good rest for many days, so he finally spared half a day to coax Ji Mingshu.

Fortunately, he coaxed the people back. He felt a little lighter in his mind. After washing, he went to bed from the other side, took Ji Mingshu into his arms and fell asleep.

-

Ji Mingshu slept until two o'clock in the afternoon, and Cen Sen had already left for work.

She sat on the bed and rubbed her head, feeling strange and familiar to the bedroom she hadn't set foot in for many days.

Today is the most serious Christmas, and the blessing messages from all directions are indispensable in the mobile phone.

Ji Mingshu glanced briefly, and suddenly glanced at the blessings and notices sent by the producer of the "Designer" program group, saying that the post-production of "Designer" has been completed, and the program has been finalized. It will land in Star City in mid-January. Satellite TV.

They also told them that these amateur designers can apply for Weibo certification with program keywords in advance, and they can greet and pass quickly.

Is it set so soon?

It's really money that can make ghosts go ahead.

There are also Christmas greetings from Feng Yan from the same group and Li Che from different groups.

He was also a star anyway, Ji Mingshu politely replied "Merry Christmas."

But when he returned the news to Li Che, Ji Mingshu remembered a sentence Li Che once said in his mind like a flash of light: "It's actually quite a pity. The producer said that it was originally arranged for me and you, but the sponsor There were their considerations over there, so I changed the grouping arrangement."

The sponsor has their considerations...

At that time, Ji Mingshu didn't know that the sponsor of "Designer" was Jun Yi, and he was not interested in being in the same group as Li Che, so he didn't care at all.

Now think about it carefully, is this the handwriting of Cen Sen?

She couldn't help but sit up a little bit, then she considered the words and asked Li Che.

Li Che, the star, is quite leisurely, and the message is answered almost in seconds, but the voice is still replying.

It’s just that Ji Mingshu is not interested in listening to his magnetic voice, and directly converted it into text-there is such a thing, the sponsor has their own designer who has already appointed it. Many people know it, considering the sponsor, the program group There may be some considerations in lens editing and so on. But there are some things that I’m inconvenient to say. You don’t need to be disappointed, Miss Ji.

Ji Mingshu stared at the converted text, and an angry little flame popped above his head.

Li Che said it was quite euphemistic, but does it mean that he is a fool to understand it? Doesn't he mean to tell her clearly: The show has an inside story, and Jun Yi doesn't want you to overwhelm the designer he favors, so you have to prepare for the last shot? !

Cen Sen, this dead pig's hoof!

She worked so hard for more than a month if he dared to give her a plum cut, she would dare to burn Mingshui Mansion! ! !

Ji Mingshu became more and more angry, thinking that he was foolishly coaxed back by him last night, and even more angry before he heard his apology.

She got out of bed with a grunt, and went out after washing herself. She blankly ordered the driver to send herself back to Xinggang International.

When the driver heard that she was going to Xinggang International again, his scalp was a little numb, and he subconsciously wanted to send a message to Zhou Jiaheng.

Ji Mingshu took a deep breath, kept calm for the last time and said, "I just go get something, don't need to tell Zhou Jiaheng."

-

In the small loft apartment of Xinggang International, Gu Kaiyang had just reissued the door card from the property, and wanted to take advantage of this rare day of vacation to do a clean-up for the goddess.

She was mopping the floor while humming, in a beautiful mood, thinking that she was really a little goddess, the wave of operations last night was almost flying.

It's really not that her plastic sisters dislike Ji Mingshu, mainly because the eldest lady like Ji Mingshu is really only suitable for eating and drinking together, not a contract to live!

Too terrible!

Probably only a man like Cen Sen in this world can unconditionally sway money to provide her with love!

Less than five minutes after Gu Kaiyang was hilarious, there was a sound of door card induction at the door.

"You... why are you back?"

Gu Kaiyang turned his head, and after three seconds of bewilderment, his expression gradually stiffened.

Ji Mingshu stunned his face, "When did I say I was leaving? What is your expression, do you dislike me?!"

The desire to survive makes Gu Kaiyang shook his head frantically.

At the same time, Cen Sen finished purchasing ingredients from the supermarket and was sitting in the back seat of the car, closing his eyes to rest.

Today's short ribs are very tender and fresh, and his little canary will definitely like it very much.