Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 635
Zhuge Liang looked at the time after returning to the room, it was almost one o'clock.

He turned off the light and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took before I finally felt a little drowsy, and was woken up completely by intermittent knocking on the door.

He got up and turned on the light, and the wall clock on the wall was unbiased, and it was pointing to a quarter past two.

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, opened the door, and Wang Zhaojun barged in unsteadily.

She was barefoot, wearing the same pair of jeans and a thin light gray cashmere cardigan she had worn when she returned from the evening.

Wang Zhaojun didn't go into the house, but closed the door with his backhand after entering.

She leaned against the door and tilted her head slightly, with her eyes closed, it seemed that she was not fully awake from the wine.

Zhuge Liang was confused by this sudden situation and stared at the uninvited guest for a long time: "Did you go to the wrong place?"

Wang Zhaojun opened his eyes and smiled slowly at him.

In Zhuge Liang's eyes, Wang Zhaojun, who was always a bit silly, suddenly became a little more charming at this moment.

Zhuge Liang pushed her: "Don't drink like crazy, go back to sleep quickly."

Wang Zhaojun didn't seem to hear: "Why is your room hotter than mine?"

In order to take care of Wang Zhaojun, Zhuge Gui specially asked Zhuge Liang to vacate the sunny room for her.

How could his shady room be hotter than hers?
But Wang Zhaojun couldn't help but start to unbutton it.

After a while, she took off the light gray cardigan, leaving only a silk camisole of the same color, with the lace of the black underwear looming inside.

Zhuge Liang looked at her quietly, and when she saw her stop, he smiled: "Don't continue?"

Wang Zhaojun walked up to him unsteadily, and found that the button of the white shirt on his body was wrongly buttoned.

She looked up at him provocatively: "You're not entirely right."

As he spoke, he reached out to unbutton the wrong button, but his hand was suddenly caught by him.

The moment the skin touched, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but startled: the temperature on her body was too high, no wonder she said it was hot.

His other hand reached for her forehead, and Wang Zhaojun retreated reflexively.

Zhuge Liang met her vigilant gaze and found it funny: "You know you are scared now?"

As she spoke, the back of her hand was already pressed against her smooth forehead, and she really had a fever.

He turned around and found a small box of medicine in the bedside table: "You have a fever, take the medicine and go back to sleep."

"I don't, I don't want to sleep."

Zhuge Liang frowned: "Then what do you want?"

"I want to... talk to you."

Zhuge Liang's brows gradually relaxed: "It's okay to talk about it, but you can also consider other things."

"I want to talk!" Wang Zhaojun shouted suddenly.

If the people downstairs were woken up at this time, it would be hard for him to tell if he really jumped into the Yellow River.

When he was in a hurry, he bent down and carried her on his shoulders without saying a word, strode to the opposite room, and threw her on the bed: "Shut up! If you wake up Aunt Ning in the middle of the night, you can't think about peace." Already!"

After sacrificing Ning Xin's name, Wang Zhaojun really shut up obediently.

Zhuge Liang looked at the instructions on the medicine box in his hand, picked out two pills and planned to feed them to her.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhaojun was very uncooperative and resisted with hands and feet: "Why are you giving me medicine? I'm not sick!"

Zhuge Liang stepped forward to hold down her restless arms and legs, but he didn't expect her strength to be so strong, so he said helplessly, "It's not easy for Aunt Ning to raise you so big, it takes so much effort to take medicine!"

"I'm not sick, you can keep the medicine for yourself."

Zhuge Liang was a little angry at first, but he laughed when he heard her say this: "Call me sick?"

Wang Zhaojun stared at him warily.

Zhuge Liang said: "Take the medicine and sleep well, otherwise..."

He stopped and thought.

Wang Zhaojun still had the same expression: "How?"

He looked down at her with a smile, moved his gaze down bit by bit, glanced at the little sling on her body, and said softly, "Don't you want to? I'll make it happen for you!"

Wang Zhaojun froze for a moment, and quickly spread out his palms obediently like a child: "I...I...I will take medicine."

Zhuge Liang stood up satisfied, and handed her the water glass next to him: "Do you want a glass of hot water?"

Wang Zhaojun lowered his head and shook his head, and obediently stuffed the two pills into his mouth.

After Wang Zhaojun drank the medicine, he put the water glass aside, pulled the quilt over and fell asleep with his back facing him.

He sighed softly and exited the room.

Before leaving the door, he heard her say in a nasal voice, "Sorry."

Coming out of Wang Zhaojun's room, Zhuge Liang suddenly felt difficulty breathing, as if an invisible hand suddenly strangled his neck and was tightening it bit by bit.

This feeling came violently and without warning, it was the feeling of lack of oxygen to the point of suffocation, which caused a flash of fear in his mind.

What exactly happened here?What is he going to do?
……

The next morning, when Wang Zhaojun woke up, he felt sore all over his body. It hurt wherever he moved, as if he had been beaten severely.

She grinned and rubbed the corners of her forehead and got off the bed. When she passed the full-length mirror, she couldn't help being stunned: Why was she only wearing a small sling?

At this time, some "indecent" clips from last night suddenly came to mind: It doesn't matter if you go crazy with wine or wanton provocation, the key is that she is still trying to seduce Zhuge Liang to relieve her emotions... Tsk tsk tsk!Who is not good to seduce, but him?

How embarrassing it will be in the future if you don't look up and look down!

While regretting, she put on her clothes and went out.

In the restaurant downstairs, Ning Xin and Zhuge and his son were having breakfast.

Seeing her come out, Ning Xin quickly waved: "Come over and have breakfast."

"Oh." Wang Zhaojun agreed, but his steps were a little hesitant.

She glanced at Zhuge Liang secretly, and found that he was no different from usual, so she was slightly relieved, and walked over to sit opposite him.

Ning Xin poured her a glass of milk: "Why do you always work overtime recently?"

"Well, there are a lot of things."

"The leader of your company is really, it's not safe for a girl to leave work so late, thanks to Kong Ming."

When his name was called, Zhuge Liang raised his head and smiled politely at Wen Qin.

Ning Xin suddenly remembered something, and asked him: "By the way, Kong Ming, why did I hear the noise in your room last night? It seemed to be midnight then?"

Wang Zhaojun was startled and stared at Zhuge Liang, fearing that he would say the wrong thing.

Zhuge Liang frowned slightly and asked, "Is there any?"

Ning Xin said, "Your dad and I both heard it."

Zhuge Gui responded quickly: "It woke me up like a war. Zhaojun, didn't I disturb you?"

"No...no...no, I...I...I...slept very well yesterday."

"That's good." Zhuge Gui asked Zhuge Liang again: "What's going on?"

"Oh, I remembered." Zhuge Liang glanced at Wang Zhaojun indifferently. "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that a cockroach ran into my room. When you heard that, I should have been chasing her away."

Ning Xin became nervous when she heard that: "There are cockroaches in the house? No way! My God! Hurry up and find someone to take a look this afternoon, I can't stand that thing! Zhaojun, do you have any in your house?"

Wang Zhaojun gritted his teeth and cut the bacon on the plate: "How would I know!"

Seeing this, Ning Xin patted her daughter angrily: "Can you be gentle? Does the plate have a grudge against you?"

Wang Zhaojun simply put down the knife and fork and got up: "I'm done eating."

"Hey, you boy! Your temper is getting bigger and bigger, and you will not be happy if you say a word."

"What's up and down, it's because it's too late for work."

Seeing Wang Zhaojun disappearing through the door, Zhuge Liang took a nap and wiped his mouth: "I'm going to work too."

……

Wang Zhaojun waited outside the door for a long time. When he saw Zhuge Liang coming out, he quickly followed him: "Hey!"

Zhuge Liang glanced back, he didn't seem surprised: "Aren't you too late for work?"

"So I want to take a ride." Wang Zhaojun was not polite, and followed Zhuge Liang into the car.

"Are you familiar?" Zhuge Liang raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't you know me last night?"

Zhuge Liang glanced at her in surprise: "I can't see that you are quite open."

"I can't see that you are quite a gentleman."

Zhuge Liang curled his lips and started the car: "Actually, I'm not a gentleman, it's just..."

Wang Zhaojun looked back at him puzzled.

He smiled even more, lowered his voice and said, "You are not my type."

I knew he had nothing good to say!Wang Zhaojun gave him a hard look.

"Why, it looks like you are quite disappointed?" Zhuge Liang glanced at her with a half-smile.

When Wang Zhaojun received such a glance, his heart skipped a beat: "I...I... am grateful, thank God!"

"Why are you stuttering when you talk to me?"

Too many words and too many mistakes, Wang Zhaojun simply looked out the window and ignored him.

The home is not far from Wang Zhaojun's company, and the car arrived in front of her company in a short while.

Zhuge Liang parked the car on the side of the road, and before she got out of the car, he asked with a smile, "Are you really angry?"

Wang Zhaojun snorted angrily, slowed down his seat belt, and waited for him to continue coaxing.

But Zhuge Liang said: "Don't feel inferior, even if I don't like you, it doesn't mean you are bad."

Snapped!The seat belt was suddenly unbuckled, and Wang Zhaojun got out of the car angrily.

When she turned around and saw the smiling face of the man in the car, she said harshly, "Thank you!"

Then slam the door and leave.

……

It snowed a little in the morning, and the weather was getting colder and colder. The hands and faces exposed to the air were flushed with cold... Winter finally came.

Wang Zhaojun walked a few steps quickly, and it wasn't until he entered the office that his frozen hands began to feel slightly.

It's not yet time to go to work, and colleagues who came early are used to gossiping. Wang Zhaojun likes to listen, but rarely interrupts.

Everyone was chatting vigorously, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Wang Zhaojun looked back in confusion, and saw Yuan Ge walking towards them.

He handed a piece of information to Da Qiao, his eyes glanced at Wang Zhaojun, without stopping: "You can do the comprehensive work in the future."

Comprehensive work is actually chores, such as writing analysis reports and documenting.

The only difference is that these matters are reported directly to Yuan Ge, and more contact with him is needed.

In the past few years, Wang Zhaojun was doing these things, but early this morning, Yuan Ge took the initiative to relieve her burden without discussing with her. Wang Zhaojun didn't know whether to be happy or depressed .

Da Qiao also realized this, and immediately looked at Wang Zhaojun next to him.

Wang Zhaojun pretended not to hear, lowered his head and turned on the computer.

Yuan Ge didn't seem to care about her thoughts, and left after explaining the matter.

After he left, everyone looked at Wang Zhaojun with a little more meaningful inquiry.

Wang Zhaojun knew that he was deliberately keeping the distance between the two of them.

Da Qiao came over to comfort her: "Are you all right?"

She shook her head: "Exactly, the burden has been relieved."

Da Qiao said with a sad face: "I have enough things... Oh, by the way, you should be in Japan on the day of the exhibition, right? Be sure to send me the video today."

"Okay, the exhibition is all up to you."

This industry exhibition is of great significance, and many famous projects have participated in the exhibition.

Most of these projects come from top design institutes in China, which means that these design institutes will also send representatives to attend the conference.

At that time, Jixia, as the organizer, can take the opportunity to get closer and win some exclusive reports.

Da Qiao patted her on the shoulder: "You can rest assured about your business trip, why are you two sisters so polite!"

On this day, after explaining the exhibition, Wang Zhaojun went home early to pack up his things and prepare for a business trip.

Wang Zhaojun's itinerary in Japan was very tense, he had two days of meetings, and the remaining half day was free.

During the half day of free activities, she did not go far, just went shopping in the city, and brought some gifts for Ning Xin and other colleagues.

On the way back to the hotel after shopping, I happened to pass by a studio.

Wang Zhaojun has always liked to find some exquisite shops to visit, and this shop happened to be just that.

She went in and said hello to the boss.Unexpectedly, the boss could speak Chinese, and enthusiastically introduced the works in the studio to her.

It turns out that all the works exhibited and sold here are the works of students from the nearby Academy of Fine Arts. The quality of the works is uneven, and the prices are also very different.

Wang Zhaojun couldn't distinguish between good and bad paintings, and he wasn't very interested.She picked up the paintbrush next to her and asked, "Are these for sale too?"

"Yes, we did it ourselves."

She took a closer look and found that they were all exquisite, and of course the price was not cheap.

She recalled the things Zhuge Liang used, and to be honest, she didn't have much memory.

She said to the boss: "I want this set of brushes."

It took less than a few minutes to complete a business, and the boss was very happy: "I'll come back next time when I run out, and it will be cheaper for you."

Wang Zhaojun's hand touching the wallet suddenly stopped: "Wait a minute, is there anything that lasts a long time?"

Seeing her boss's confusion, she explained: "It's the kind that won't be worn out or used up quickly. It's best to be able to use it for many years."

The boss nodded knowingly: "Why don't you take a look at the drawing board over there? It is also a commonly used thing, and it can be used for a long time."

Wang Zhaojun thought the drawing board was good too: "Then I want a drawing board."

"Okay. Do you still want the brush?"

Wang Zhaojun hesitated for a moment: "I want both."

Unexpectedly, the gift for Zhuge Liang was the most expensive and the most inconvenient to carry.

She looked at the "big guy" in her hand and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

In fact, it is enough to prepare a small gift as a symbolic gift, so why bother?

She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to give him a gift that could be kept for a long time.

While blocking the car, Wang Zhaojun cursed himself secretly: Hypocritical!

(End of this chapter)