After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

After the assistant had packed up everything, she reminded him, "Sister, you must remember to go back to your room to rest." Jing Zejun replied softly, "Okay." It was not difficult to hear that she was almost asleep.

The next morning, there was a knock on the door. Jing Zejun turned over lazily and felt a slight chill, then she woke up a little.

She sat up slowly, put on her slippers and went to open the door.

Jing Zejun thought it was the assistant Qiqi. After opening the door, she ignored the person behind her and turned to the bathroom to wash up.

"Qiqi, did you sleep well last night?"

Jing Zejun's voice came from the bathroom. She didn't doubt it when she didn't hear the assistant's voice.

She said to herself, "You don't know, I dreamed all night yesterday. Guess who I dreamed of?" As he said that, Jing Zejun walked out of the bathroom.

"Who did you dream of?"

Standing at the door was Wen Qingyan, holding a morning in his hand, and looking at Jing Zejun with a smile.

Jing Zejun was in a trance for a moment. Did she not wake up? Is she still dreaming?

Wen Qingyan looked at her confused look, and his smile was gentle, "I can stand at the door all the time, but they should be waking up soon..."

Jing Zejun reacted and hurriedly let Wen Qingyan in.

"Brother Qingyan, why did you come so early?"

Wen Qingyan put the things in his hand on the table, lowered his head and laid out the breakfast one by one.

"I saw that you seemed to be quite interested in the hotel's breakfast, so I brought you some."

Jing Zejun was slightly stunned, and a warm current surged in her heart. What she cared about was not that Wen Qingyan got up early to bring her breakfast, but that she just mentioned the hotel's breakfast yesterday.

"Come and try it." Although there were a lot of types, the quantity was not very large.

Jing Zejun smiled, and a smile floated on his eyebrows.

"Have you eaten?"

Wen Qingyan smiled and shook his head. Of course, he didn't just come to deliver breakfast.

Jing Zejun asked Wen Qingyan to sit down and eat together. She sat on the sofa and picked up a crab soup dumpling. This is the signature of this city. Jing Yi told her several times before she left.

The soup dumplings were slightly hot, and the paper-thin skin and the delicious crab roe soup burst in the mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Wen Qingyan was not in a hurry to eat breakfast, but waited for Jing Zejun's comments.

Jing Zejun smiled and nodded, "It's delicious!" Wen Qingyan stared at her, his eyebrows and eyes were more soft and affectionate.

Seeing that she was eating happily, Wen Qingyan also picked up a soup dumpling to taste it, and it was indeed not bad.

"By the way, who did you say you dreamed about just now?"

Jing Zejun paused, coughed a few times, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Ah? No one, Qiqi and I were joking, hehe."

Wen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, but did not ask any more questions.

Jing Zejun lowered his head to eat other breakfasts, but compared to the amazing soup dumplings, the others seemed a little tasteless.

It's not just a matter of food, but also the influence of the people around him.

At this time, the assistant pushed the door in from outside, also holding breakfast in his hand.

As she closed the door, she paid attention to the breakfast in her hand, "Sister, are you up? Look what I brought you? Didn't you say you wanted to eat yesterday..."

The assistant opened her eyes wide and looked at Wen Qingyan who was sitting on the sofa. Her first reaction was, did Wen Qingyan sleep here yesterday? ! Should I notify Sister Qing to do the love PR? !

"It's not what you think. He just brought me breakfast."

The assistant sat on the sofa and ate the breakfast she brought. There was no way her artist had been fed by other artists.

Fortunately, as long as Wen Qingyan didn't sleep here yesterday, it would be fine.

"Sister, don't I really need to make a few PR plans for you first?"

Although, she still thinks it's better to make plans in advance.

Jing Zejun poked his head out of the bathroom, "What nonsense are you talking about! Eat your breakfast, you still have to go to rehearsal later."

The assistant ate a sandwich and looked at Jing Zejun's fleeing appearance, and sighed lightly. Anyway, it's a matter of time, why bother to cover it up?

She had watched Jing Zejun's changes all the way, and she didn't believe that Jing Zejun would not feel anything at all.

…

Jing Yi officially began her daily preparations for the GT Cup. Except for the occasional "harassment" call from Shen Huaichu, everything went relatively smoothly.

The phone rang on time, and Jing Yi reluctantly took off his helmet and put it on the roof of the car, and answered the phone. Looking closely, he could still see a smile in his eyes.

Jing Yi's voice was full of teasing, "Boss Shen, you also reported on time today."

Shen Huaichu on the other side had a barely perceptible arc at the corner of his mouth, "There's no way, my girlfriend is too cool, I can only be a 'good wife' silently."

The smile in Jing Yi's eyes became even more intense, "Then good wife, what did you do today?"

Shen Huaichu looked at the overseas chamber of commerce that was inspecting projects not far away, "Investigating investment projects."

Jing Yi clicked his tongue twice, pretending to be dissatisfied, "Isn't she my good wife? How come your career is so prosperous?"

"Then what can I do? I'll accompany you?"

Shen Huaichu's slightly opened thin lips held a faint smile, he was serious, as long as Jing Yi agreed, he could return now.

Jing Yi leaned on the racing car, with a bright smile on his face, a happy smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Boss Shen, you are so clingy."

Jing Yi had never asked Shen Huaichu to accompany her to train, and this time was the same. Shen Huaichu himself didn't like racing, and she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

She coaxed him, "You go to work obediently, so that I can have face when introducing you to others!" Shen Huaichu lowered his eyes and smiled dumbly, his heart couldn't help but become soft, he said: "Okay."

A few minutes later, Shen Huaichu hung up the phone, looking at the name displayed on the phone screen, still a little reluctant, he never knew that he would become such a sentimental person.

"Mr. Shen"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie came over, the director of the cooperative chamber of commerce.

Shen Huaichu took the phone and returned to his calm and indifferent appearance tomorrow.

"Mr. Chen"

The middle-aged man noticed the way he made the call just now. They were all experienced people, how could he not know that the other party was calling his girlfriend.

He teased: "My girlfriend checked on me?"

Shen Huaichu was slightly stunned, and then realized what the middle-aged man meant. This word was fresh.

Shen Huaichu's mouth corner had an imperceptible arc, "No, I'm reporting to you." The middle-aged man was stunned, thinking that he had misunderstood.

But then he thought, Shen Huaichu is the president himself, who does he need to report to?

Tsk tsk tsk, reporting work, especially Shen Huaichu still talking about this with a cold face, the lethality has at least doubled.

The middle-aged man laughed dryly a few times, suppressed the goose bumps all over his body, exchanged a few words and left quickly.

It's really unbearable. He is already old, and he still has to listen to these young people showing off their love.

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