At seven o'clock in the evening, after talking about the cooperation, he came out of the hotel. Cen Sen stood on the porch and watched the partner leave.

In Star City at the end of winter and early spring, the roadside branches were bare, and there were no signs of budding. At night, it was cold and humid. Cen Sen leaned back slightly and asked, "Still no one answered?"

Zhou Jiaheng lowered his eyes and replied, "No one answered, but the phone is connected. The driver said that after his wife got there, he asked him to go back first."

The special car slowly drove up the porch, Cen Sen didn't ask any more, and only let Zhou Jiaheng open the car door for him.

When I arrived at the community where Ji Mingshu visited, the nearby elementary school had already been quietly resting, but the Square Dance Troupe was ushering in the occasional highlight moment once a day.

There are four teams outside the community. The dance styles and songs are very different. Together with the uncle who sings the erhu nearby, the evening art performance has successfully crossed the past and the present.

Jump and jump, the key is that they blocked the gate of the community. The guard house security didn't know where to be cool. Maybach stopped in a very embarrassing place, unable to move forward or retreat.

Cen Sen motioned the driver to stop, got out of the car and walked in.

But the walk was not very smooth. Just two hundred meters away, he was stopped by three aunts to ask about his marital status, and he meant to sell his niece and niece home.

It was nearly eight o'clock when he got rid of his aunt and walked into the community.

In the old quarters, the street lights were not willing to turn on more than half, only the windows of each household showed a bit of light.

Some people are watching TV, sometimes heartbreaking and sometimes laughing and laughing; some people cook at this point, and the sound of cooking is accompanied by oily smoke. Someone is teaching children to do homework, and they can feel the irritability and anger of their parents who hate iron and steel after a distance of ten feet.

Such an environment gave Cen Sen a long-lost sense of familiarity.

-

——My uncles and aunts chant at home every day that the show is a scam, and they can’t live even if they can live, except for the home appliances they send, they are all beautiful things.

——Miss Ji, I am really embarrassed. I know that your designers have designer ideas, and they are trying their best to meet the requirements we made before, but we didn't expect it to be like this.

——This way of living is living. You see, this doesn’t even have a cabinet for winter quilts. How can I live? The light you got is pretty good, right, but the light is one square meter when you put it there. How big is our house in total, and it’s not very bright when it’s left there. It’s very disturbing.

...

Ji Mingshu was sitting on the stone bench by the flower bed with his hands around his knees, always in a daze.

In the afternoon, after seeing the unrecognizable remodeled house through the anti-theft iron door, she happened to meet the owner Mr. Wang and his wife returning home from get off work.

They were very embarrassed to see her, but after taking her to visit a circle of houses, they were embarrassed to complain again.

This is not good, that's not good, there is simply nothing to be desired.

Ji Mingshu left the fruit basket and barely left politely. He felt like venting all over his body. He didn't want to do anything or say anything, so he sat downstairs in a daze.

Her taste has been exaggerated since she was a child. In college, like many celebrities, she studied design as an elective. Others chose jewelry design and clothing design. In order to show her uniqueness, she chose a space design.

Fortunately, she learned well, and the teacher often praised her for her aura and ideas.

After marrying Cen Sen, she didn't have a job, but she just didn't want to work and never felt that there was a problem with her ability to work.

Before ran away from home, she wanted to prove to Cen Sen that she couldn't do anything without him, so she did the show design for ChrisChou as she wished, and gained both fame and fortune.

Therefore, she still firmly believes that as long as she wants to do well, she will be able to do well.

——Of course, her determination will only end at six this afternoon.

-

"Is it cold?"

Cen Sen was clearly comforting the mediocre performance in this subject, and his opening remarks were neither warm nor tender.

Ji Mingshu raised his eyes and slowly said: "If it's not cold, you don't plan to wear my coat, are you?"

"I don't plan to be cold."

...?

Ji Mingshu thought he had misheard, what nonsense is this dog man talking about?

"If you want to catch a cold, you would have caught a cold a long time ago. Not at this time."

Ji Mingshu: "..."

It is especially strange. She obviously wants to curse, but she is inexplicably identifying with Cen Sen's pragmatism of capitalism.

So when Cen Sen stretched out his hand to her, she also stupidly took it up as if she had been hit by a gu, and obediently stood up from the stone bench.

Cen Sen didn't expect that she would be so behaved. Seeing her unhappy with her eyes down, some of the persuasive ideas that were preset on the way when she came, somehow suddenly disappeared.

"The result of the return visit is different from what you imagined?"

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Ji Mingshu, rubbing her head again.

Ji Mingshu originally followed his indifferent and ruthless thoughts, and he was no longer so wronged, but he became inexplicably gentle, and the grievances that had been brewing for most of the night doubled out, and his desire to talk instantly reached its peak.

"Where is the difference? It's so different!"

Ji Mingshu was talking about it, and the more he said it, the more uncomfortable he said, "...we have to prepare a gift for the owner at the end. According to their information, they can play the piano. There was a piano room in the house before, so the gift we prepared is a new one. piano."

"The piano is very expensive. At that time, the remaining expenses were not enough. We had to go to the mall to sell it in accordance with the script set by the program team. I broke a pair of high heels at the time, but they sold the piano!"

"The most important thing is that they said that my design was just good-looking, not practical at all. You didn't see how disgusting their expression was at the time. You said...you said, is my design really bad? "

Ji Mingshu was too sad, and his voice began to choke.

She looked at Cen Sen whimpering with tears. After looking for a while, she suddenly grabbed his shirt button to pick him out.

"You're too bad, you said you would come to pick me up at seven o'clock, and you won't arrive until eight o'clock."

"Even Jiang Chun and his family, Tang Zhizhou, would hug me and hug me. You didn't even wear a coat for me, you wanted to make me sick and cold."

"You don't like me at all, you are a liar!"

When talking about the liar, Ji Mingshu's voice was already crying. She hugged Cen Sen, and snotted his shirt with tears.

Her chest was suddenly soaked with warmth, and Cen Sen couldn't say a word of rebuttal, so she could only pat her shoulder lightly, then rub her head.

At that moment, Cen Sen suddenly found that he had entered a misunderstanding.

When an employee is frustrated, he can indeed throw documents at people mercilessly, so that people can go back and reflect on this little thing.

Because he is the boss, he needs to give people a sense of majesty that can convince them.

But Ji Mingshu is not his employee, but his wife.

His wife is very insecure and dependent on him. Every time he shows a little care, she can get a lot of comfort.

"Stop crying, please go back and make you ribs." His voice was low and hoarse.

"Are you a human? Now... I still think about the ribs!" Ji Mingshu smoked and spoke intermittently.

Cen Sen paused and explained for a moment, "I didn't mean that, I can do whatever you want to eat."

Ji Mingshu leaned against his chest sullenly, and did not answer.

Cen Sen didn't say much. After Ji Mingshu's sobbing eased, he gently lifted her face, gently wiped away the tears on her face with his slightly rough fingertips. Also kissed her red eyes.

"Mingshu, I like you, I didn't lie to you."

In the faint night, Ji Mingshu saw his figure in his pure eyes and heard the sound of heartbeat.

-

After returning to the hotel, Cen Sen started cooking.

In addition to the braised short ribs, Cen Sen also made boiling fish fillets. The tender black fish fillets are marinated and put in the pot. They are piled up tenderly and tenderly filled with a small pot of hot oil, green onion, ginger, garlic, pepper, etc. The spice blends with the fragrance of fish instantly.

Ji Mingshu's eyes were still red like little rabbits, but he involuntarily swallowed a few times while sitting at the dining table.

She usually doesn't eat much at night, but it's sad and exhausting. It's not worth it in the world, and Cen Sen is not worth it, but the small ribs and boiling fish are worth it.

After eating, Ji Mingshu seemed to regain his energy, and he held Cen Sen's arm, leaning on his shoulder, and self-reflection and summing up his thoughts.

"Actually, I didn't think about it. You told me before that my plan is a bit impractical."

"But the plan at the time was not easy to change, so I only changed a few places. After all, it was mainly my problem."

"Think about it if I lived by myself, I was looking forward to it, but when someone else made me something completely different from what I imagined, that would be very angry."

"However, there is still a big difference between this self-occupied design and hotel guest room design. Your Junyi hotels are positioned relatively high-end, mainly focused on comfort and design novelty. I can't take the loss this time and give you The design drawings are very special for daily living, right, and those who live in designer hotels don’t need so many storage at all."

"I still have to go with you to inspect the designer hotel is a serious matter."

Ji Mingshu said a lot that night, and Cen Sen also gave her some suggestions. Finally, Ji Mingshu was sleepy and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Cen Sen picked her up sideways, put her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

After turning off the lights, Cen Sen gently kissed her forehead.

Thinking of her with tears and snot, she told him that Tang Zhizhou, who accused Jiang Chun’s family, would hug and hug him, his heart suddenly moved, and he whispered in her ear very low and low, "Good night, baby."

When he finished saying that he wanted to get up and go to bed from the other side, but Ji Mingshu suddenly put his arms around his neck, with a little sleepy tenderness, and with a little bit of pride in catching the handle, "I heard that, I heard it! Say it again! Once, hurry up, call me baby!"

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