Your Most Faithful Companion

The imperial capital was cold for a day. On the day of the "Decompression Day" Appreciation Salon of "Zero", Gu Kaiyang got up at 5 in the morning.

She washes and makes up lightly, but still awakens Ji Mingshu.

Ji Mingshu sat up from the bed with sleepy eyes, wrapped in a soft quilt, and watched Gu Kaiyang go out eagerly, eyes full of envy and nostalgia.

Is Ji Mingshu really not interested in various parties and salons?

No, it's not! Partyanimal is never tired of social activities!

But isn't this not wanting to be laughed at.

In this glorious morning, Ji Mingshu couldn't help but recall the infinite scenery of the first ladies in the Forty-Nine City in the past.

After 30 seconds of sadness for herself, she lay back on the bed, barely figured out some advantages of staying at home, and then went to sleep again.

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At nine o'clock, a very slight door card induction sound rang at the door, and someone pushed in.

Ji Mingshu didn't wake up, and turned over unconsciously, his small lips with pale lips slapped, as if he was doing a dream of braised pork ribs.

The living room of the apartment was cramped, and the visitors walked to the center of the room within a few steps. He raised his head and looked at the second floor. From the gap between the wooden railings on the second floor, he vaguely saw Ji Mingshu's sleeping face with his eyes closed.

He walked gently, stepping up the wooden stairs slowly.

Ji Mingshu slept soundly, but it was not without a sense of crisis. At the moment when someone sat on the bed and wanted to reach out to help her break her hair——

Just like in a martial arts movie, the villain wants to stab a knife while someone is asleep, but people can always cheat the corpse at the moment the villain shows the knife, and she suddenly opens her eyes.

What caught my eye was a cold face that I hadn't seen for many days but thought about it day and night.

Ji Mingshu stared for three seconds, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, muttering something in his dream, then turned to the other side.

About half a minute later, she suddenly turned back, staring at the incoming person for a moment, and poked his apple with her finger.

Cen Sen.

Live.

"Why are you here."

She was still lying flat on the bed, and she had just woke up now, her voice was soft and hoarse.

Cen Sen lowered his eyes and saw her bare forearms. He remembered that she had posted four or five days of bikini photos in a row, and her eyes darkened. "There is an event in "Zero" today. I'll pick you up and join me."

Ji Mingshu didn't react too much, and dullly responded "Oh", with a slight strain on his elbows, and wanted to sit up from the bed.

Cen Sen reached out at the right time to help her erect the pillow.

She sat back, leaning softly against the head of the bed, staring at Cen Sen blankly, completely out of shape.

Cen Sen wanted to help her get her hair straightened, but she didn't know how she slept at night, and her head was messed up with messy hair. With a dazed expression, she was a little lunatic.

She still didn't realize it. After waking up for a while, she carefully signaled Cen Sen to walk away, "I didn't brush my teeth. Don't be so close to me."

"..."

Cen Sen stood up and still looked at her.

In fact, he always thinks that Ji Mingshu's plain makeup is better. Her facial features are smooth, her skin is smooth, tender and fair, she is light and light when she is not wearing makeup, and she has a rare innocence and childishness.

But when Ji Mingshu saw him staring at him, he thought he was drooling in a bad sleep, so he subconsciously touched the corner of his lips.

Cen Sen paused, and finally looked away at the time, "Will you get up now? The stylist is already downstairs."

?

Stylist?

After Ji Mingshu's brain restarted, he finally received the signal sent by Cen Sen-he was here to pick her up to attend the "Decompression Day" Appreciation Salon in "Zero".

Sure enough, you can wait for anything after you live a long time.

Cen Sen is the kind of indifferent pragmatist who doesn't like useless social interaction. In memory, he seems to have participated in several activities with her only when he was just married, and they were all gatherings of political and business celebrities, and he must bring a genuine brand. The elite force hanging event attended by the wife. There are many rules and a strong purpose.

The salon of "Zero" is obviously of a leisure and fun nature. You don’t need to think about it. Those who are here are all the celebrities in the circle who don’t have anything to do, the stars who pose for photos, post drafts or perform on the platform, and there are some rubbing activities. Forced net red.

So what is he going to do? Doesn't he think that the orthodox tyrant who speaks several hundred million yuan is simply not suitable for appearing in such a young and fashionable occasion?

Seeing that she was silent, Cen Sen asked again: "Or do you need to sleep for a while?"

Ji Mingshu shook his head, and by the way, all the things that were off-point in his mind were thrown out.

Why should she go to Guan Cen Sen to participate in the salon? Now she and Cen Sen are in a state of unilateral cold war, and the attitude should not be so friendly!

She instantly changed her look, holding the little quilt and staring at him coldly, "You haven't answered me why you are here, is it the key card that Gu Kaiyang gave you? You have colluded with Gu Kaiyang, right? Shameless!"

I didn't see anyone for more than half a month, so I sent a few WeChat reports to perfunctorily. Now it is almost time for the New Year to collude with her girlfriends to show her good, who knows if it is to coax her back to deal with the Cen family. Fortunately, he pretended to be okay this morning, thinking that if anyone got amnesia, would nothing happen to him? Not even a chimney!

There is also Gu Kaiyang, the little plastic sister who is collaborating with the enemy and treasonous to the country. Forget it, look back and clean up.

But just when she finally set herself up for the battle, Cen Sen sat down by the bed again, looked at her slightly, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Ming Shu."

The air was silent for a moment.

"A lot of things I didn't take into account your feelings, shows, movies, and hurting people when quarreling."

"I can't guarantee that I can change my behavior overnight, but I can assure you that I will give priority to your feelings when dealing with matters related to you in the future."

He was very quiet and serious when he spoke.

Ji Mingshu was stunned.

She has known Cen Sen for nearly two decades, and this is the first time she has heard a somewhat sincere apology from Cen Sen.

The apology came too suddenly, and she didn't know how to answer at this moment, so she could only grab the little quilt and stared at him unblinking.

Cen Sen still stretched out his hand to help her straighten out the broken hair, and then tilted his body. The distance was pulled very close for an instant, and he could almost feel each other's breathing.

Ji Mingshu reflexively started to flush from the back of his ears, and his heartbeat speeded up unsuspectingly.

Cen Sen looked at her up close and suddenly kissed her lips.

The kiss was simple but not lustful, and also some rare gentleness, and even his voice seemed to become muffled and gentle, "Ming Shu, come home with me."

Who can stand this! ! !

Ji Mingshu had a sweet bubble in his heart, and the little canary sitting in the center of the sweet bubble also nodded frantically like a rice peck.

But her subconsciousness kept hinting to herself: Stay steady and not collapse, the success or failure of family status in the future will be in this one action! ! !

"I said I didn't brush my teeth!"

She wiped her mouth pretentiously, her eyelashes drooped, and she whispered: "You... if you had this realization, then I am not an unreasonable person."

Cen Sen said patiently "Uh".

Her heart beats so fast that she almost broke the quilt, but she still couldn't help it.

"Then... Since you are so sincere and sincerely apologizing and guaranteeing it, it is not impossible for me to go back, but you said that you have to be nice to me in the future, and if you are not good to me and make me ashamed, I really want to... …" The word divorce stuck in her throat, she didn't want to say, "Anyway, just wait and see."

Cen Sen said "Um" again, and then she said: "In the half month since you left, I had someone redecorate Mingshui's cloakroom, and added stairs and elevators to the original cloakroom to the third floor. The four guest rooms on the left have been changed into your new cloakroom. Aunty helped you rearrange them according to the brands and seasons. The brands you like also come to the house, and they are filled with new styles according to your size."

"I also asked Zhou Jiaheng to contact Gaoding Workshop, but those few said that you personally come to the scene to tailor the tailoring, the effect will be better."

"..."

Ji Mingshu didn't speak for a while.

Cen Sen pondered for a moment, then remembered something, "I remember you said before that the yacht at home is a bit small. I ordered an Azimut60 for you. I wanted to order a 100-foot one, but it’s a little troublesome to enter the port at 100 feet. This one should be enough for you. Going to sea for a party in the summer."

"..."

Was he suddenly enlightened by the Buddha?

Ji Mingshu was in shock that "this dog man would take the initiative to feed her", and could not return for a long time.

At exactly this moment, Cen Sen's phone shook.

It was a message from Zhou Jiaheng.

Zhou Jiaheng and the stylist sat in the car downstairs and waited. They didn't dare to go upstairs without receiving notice, nor did they dare to call for fear of interrupting the boss's good deeds.

But if you don't do modeling anymore, the activities on the "Zero" side may be too late, and the stylist kept asking around, so he had to send a message to ask carefully.

Cen Sen replied "Come up", and before Ji Mingshu could answer, he lifted the quilt and hugged her up, and walked straight downstairs.

Ji Mingshu wrapped his arms around his neck without thinking, resting his chin on his shoulders, slow to return to his senses.

He has a good smell of fir scent, and she took two more breaths, feeling that she was dying of happiness.

But she didn't dare to laugh, she didn't dare to expose her careful thoughts in front of Cen Sen. If Cen Sen knew she liked him, she wouldn't have bothered her so much.

Thinking of this, she had no choice but to find a word, and concealed her own strong and independent personality in his ear, "Don’t think that a few clothes and a yacht can send me, I can also make money on my own now. You are not allowed to look down on me in the future."

"Ok."

Maybe it’s because I feel that I have been so monotonously responding to "um", which makes Ji Mingshu feel perfunctory. Cen Sen brewed for a while, then whispered in her ear, "It is my honor to spend money for Mrs. Cen."

Mrs. Cen.

Ji Mingshu couldn't hold back, hiding behind him, secretly bending his lips.