Your Most Faithful Companion

The snow in Mingshui Lake fell all night. At 7 or 8 o'clock in the morning, the rustle of falling snow also became abrupt. The evergreen trees on the island were bent by the heavy snow.

The sky outside was still dark and gray, but the snow reflection was a bit dazzling. Cen Sen pressed the remote control to close the curtains, and suddenly remembered applying medicine to Ji Mingshu who was sleeping.

It was the first time he had come into contact with the business of applying medicine. The technique was slightly heavy and not very skilled. In his sleep, Ji Mingshu frowned and kicked him unconsciously.

He tilted his head to avoid it, and didn't care, only slightly pressed Ji Mingshu's ankle. After applying the medicine, he glanced at the time, unbuttoned his clothes, got up, and walked to the bathroom.

Less than a month before the Chinese New Year, Jun Yi's year-end work has entered the final stage. Most of the employees can relax and fish, wait for vacation and go home for the New Year.

But Cen Sen, as the president of the group, has no so-called holidays. If you have to be busy, you can do it for 365 days a year in the true sense, just like the two years he spent in Australia.

But this year he was uncharacteristically. From mid-January to the eighth day of the new year, he didn't let Zhou Jiaheng arrange any business trips. Years ago, the work arrangement was relatively simple, just go to the company to deal with daily affairs, and then take part in a few occasions for entertainment.

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With the sound of water in the bathroom, Ji Mingshu was groggy, thinking it was raining outside. She turned over, and there was an inexplicable coolness from the original swelling and pain. She shuddered, her consciousness gradually returning to the cage in the "rain" that the noisy and loud noise finally stopped abruptly.

When she tried to open her eyes, she happened to see Cen Sen walking out of the bathroom. He raised his chin slightly and buttoned the first button of his neckline.

Almost without thinking, she immediately closed her eyes, and shivered with the quilt wrapped tightly.

It's terrible, Cen Sen's perversion is terrible. Ji Mingshu now feels that he almost didn't know anything about Cen Sen's abnormality before last night!

Abstinence, frigidity, non-existent. After this pervert returned home, the first time he paid public food was not as ruthless as last night.

After entering the bathroom last night, she thought it was over, but she didn't expect the nightmare had just begun. And just after she was awakened this morning, she was squeezed as an innocent salted fish on the chopping board, dying and dying.

Now she is in a state of unrequited love in her life where she will never want to braise small ribs in braised sauce again. Regret, now I regret very much.

She was thinking wildly, and suddenly a cold kiss fell on her forehead, her nerves tense, she did not dare to open her eyes.

Cen Sen didn't force her either, only confessed in a low voice: "I went to the company, and you are not feeling well. Don't go out today. Let auntie do it for you at noon and I will come back to make it for you at night."

Ji Mingshu kept his eyes closed and shook his head. The lower half of his face was hidden in the quilt, his voice was urn, "I don't want you to do it."

"..."

He understood it, and wanted to laugh.

"Once it's OK, I'll solve it myself, you go, go!"

Ji Mingshu began to rush people, and his head shrank into the quilt again.

Cen Sen didn't say much, helped her pull the broken hair behind her ears, and got up and left.

When the door was closed, his eyes were still on the curled shrimp beside the bed, and there was a softness in his eyes that he hadn't noticed.

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"55, 56, 57, 58..."

Zhou Jiaheng watched the watch's second hand move regularly, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him stop suddenly when he counted up to one minute.

One hour and fifty-three minutes.

Well, today the boss didn't go out until one hour and fifty-three minutes later than usual.

Not far away, he saw Cen Sen loosen his shoulder and neck slightly while pressing his finger bones. He didn't know what he thought of, and his mind moved slightly.

As Cen Sen got closer and closer, he quickly got out of the car, opened the rear door respectfully, and reached out to block the roof for Cen Sen, saying by the way, "Boss, early."

"early."

Cen Sen is the kind of high-ranking person whose emotions and anger are invisible, but Zhou Jiaheng has been with him for several years, and he knows him better than others.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, three hundred and sixty days of Cen Sen are very cold-blooded and ruthless, but today his aura is gentle and relaxed, obviously in a good mood. In such days, it is really rarer than being suddenly notified of a promotion and salary increase.

Zhou Jiaheng was alert, after reporting his work in the car, he laid a long list of employees' New Year's welfare arrangements, and then unobtrusively mentioned the year-end bonus he had been deducted.

Sure enough, Cen Sen didn't even lift his eyes and said, "The year-end award will be sent out. What else do you have? Let's talk about it."

Zhou Jiaheng was a little embarrassed, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you, boss."

He rubbed his hands, and thought: "I really have something to trouble you. Don't I have a little nephew who is more than six years old? I mentioned it to you. He looks very like me, very cute... …"

Cen Sen rubbed his brow bone.

He hurriedly entered the topic, "My little nephew went to school in Nancheng before, and then my brother and my sister-in-law wanted to transfer him to the imperial capital. They still have to go to Qingxiao. How difficult it is for Qingxiao to enter..."

Cen Sen raised his hand and interrupted, "I will answer the Zhao Bureau call later."

"Hey, thank you President Cen, thank you President Cen."

Zhou Jiaheng was pleased to answer again and again.

The youth elementary school is not an ordinary elementary school, even if he has a thin face in front of Zhao Ju, he can't pack the ticket and surely get things done. You can change to Cen Sen to say hello, then naturally there will be no problems.

It's just that if it was an ordinary day, he would not be embarrassed to talk to Cen Sen.

Tens of millions, hundreds of billions of projects are still lining up behind, he put his face on the premise that the trivial matter of children transferring to school is really strange.

And when I mentioned Cen Sen, he would probably look at him with a look of "Are you earning enough money and want to go home for the elderly?" How could he be so easy to talk like now.

Zhou Jiaheng silently thanked Ji Mingshu back and forth one hundred and eighty times in his heart, and he also mentioned that there was a private collection auction a year ago. Among them, how rare are some sets of jewellery, which set is suitable for the elders, which The suit is suitable for the younger generation, which suit is suitable for the wife.

Cen Sen leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest. For some reason, his mind was full of the charming look of Ji Mingshu moaning under him last night.

He rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, his voice became dumb, "Take it down."

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Bentley arrived at the Junyi headquarters 30 minutes later, and Cen Sen started another busy day of work.

On the other side, Ji Mingshu woke up and went to sleep, and didn't fully wake up until the evening.

——Before this, she had never expected that she spent the first day in bed after returning home.

After last night’s silence, Gu Kaiyang naturally guessed what Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen had done indescribably shame. She was a hero in the group early in the morning, and she did not see the pretending to be dead and guilty of being a traitor to the enemy yesterday. .

Ten o'clock in the morning

Gu Kaiyang: [@季明舒, sister, when will you come to carry your luggage? Do you still move? If I don’t move these Hermes, I can barely laugh, okay? 】

Three o'clock in the afternoon

Gu Kaiyang: [Sisters? ? ? Not awake yet? ? ? Your husband can’t get out of bed? ? ? 】

Jiang Chun: [? ? ? 】

Jiang Chun: [Quadratic ignorant.jpg]

Jiang Chun: [Cooing and talking is terrible! 】

Jiang Chun: [Mom, I want to quit the group! ! ! 】

Jiang Chun: [Uuuuu I feel that I am no longer the pure little cute goose! 】

Gu Kaiyang grinned, a mother showing you the world with bad intentions.

Jiang Chun, the little earth-goose, is also not firm in will. After less than five minutes of insisting on Xiaomeng’s new ethics, he was thoroughly brainwashed by cooing, and the little goose Jiojio, who stretched out his temptation, began to explore a new field.

In the evening when Ji Mingshu opened the chat message, the group started with Jiang Chun’s sentence "Cen seems to be stubbornly cold", and he did not turn his head in the direction where the group was banned. An old driver and a little Mengxin were alive. More than 400 gender topics were discussed.

During this period, Master Gu also frequently made golden sentences--

"Half of Mingsao's men are real, and the other half are actually elementary school chickens, but 90% of Mensao's men are eager."

"Men like President Cen are doing great things at first sight, and they are full of tricks."

"Ji Mingshu doesn't eat or exercise. I'm afraid that my physical strength is not good enough. I simply visually inspected it. She estimated that she would not get out of bed for three days and three nights."

Ji Mingshu was silent, and confided in his heart: She can get out of bed now just because she doesn't want to. ! Haven't you heard what it means that there are only exhausted cows and no bad land?

However, Gu Kaiyang's first two sentences are quite right... Cen Sen's pervert is really lustful.

She and Cen Sen have been married for a long time. They didn't seem to be shy when they lived as a couple before, because they were all black and light and very patterned, and they almost had to sleep. But last night he actually leaned over... and later deliberately hugged her to the mirror, slowing down to coax her to look!

Recalling the details, Ji Mingshu suddenly grabbed the quilt and covered his head, his whole body flushed with embarrassment.

-

As Ji Mingshu left a violent physical and mental shock last night, she was in no mood to care about the latest developments in Li Xiaolian's salon, nor to clean up Gu Kaiyang.

The producer of the "Designer" program group sent a message asking her to forward the Weibo that the program started tonight, and she also responded with an annoyance of "good", from real people to WeChat, it exudes a kind of peace&love Time is calm and feels white lotus.

Ji Mingshu doesn't usually play Weibo, he just looks at the news and likes, and occasionally ends up to help Pei Xiyan tear up.

It was after the program team took the trouble to send messages that she reluctantly certified the yellow V of an interior designer, and her name changed from a string of characters typed on the keyboard with her face to the well-mannered "Ji Mingshu".

There were originally only a few hundred fans on her account, half of which were advertising zombie fans, and half of the plastic flowers in the circle who played Weibo who had to interact with each other.

After the certification was passed, the program team bought her 30,000 fans, and specially notified her with a "no thanks" tone. She didn't have a lot of words at the time, and she didn't even reply to news.

At this moment, she boarded Weibo and the program official Weibo, reposted Weibo, and then went offline. She didn’t even read the new fans and new private messages. All she was thinking about was Cen Sen’s return tonight. Will she continue to toss her? Did Cen Sen take any medicine? How she faced Cen Sen more naturally...

Unexpectedly, the result was quite what she had hoped-tonight Cen Sen will temporarily see a long-term cooperative real estate owner. People come from afar to visit specially. It is hard to refuse because of reason or reason. As for what time to go home, now It's hard to say.

After reading the message from Cen Sen, Ji Mingshu only replied "OK", and then exited the chat interface. But three seconds later, she suddenly clicked in again and swiped the chat history for a while.

It's strange, when did this dog man develop the habit of reporting to her for the trip? But this is a good habit, well, it can be maintained.

So Ji's Shushu stayed alone in the night when she was alone, and she simply admired the newly expanded cloakroom. When it was eight o'clock, she turned on the TV to watch the premiere of "Designer".

She guessed that it was Cen Sen who greeted the show again. She was not cut a plum. The opening lottery group and lottery plan had her shots.

Although not many, every shot is beautiful, as if it comes with an apple light. The whole person is stunningly beautiful and prominent, set off by the flamboyant girl idol Yan Yuexing and the 38-line dragon suit.

She didn't know that there was a gossip forum discussing at this moment-before, I only thought that actors and idol had walls, but I didn't expect amateurs and idols to have walls.

Ji Mingshu was quite satisfied with the photogenic effect. He watched while eating grapes, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

How do you feel that the broadcast content and the recorded content at the time, the sequence of many links and even the sequence of the words are not correct.