The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao secretly bought this pen with the money he had saved for a long time.

Go to a craft store to find a master who will learn and sell the gilt edges by hand.

Before officially starting the drawing, she destroyed more than a dozen plastic molds made by her master.

Fortunately, the finished product is pretty good. There is also a very small seal-shaped Chinese character "茭" on the top of the pen cap.

Looking back now, the pen still looks like new.

It shows how much the author cherishes and cares for it.

Xiao Jingchuan was in a meeting at the moment, and Tang Jiao was wandering around in the huge office.

Finally, I walked to the huge bookshelf and ran my slender index finger slowly along the spine of the books, like an emperor choosing a concubine.

Which brand of book are you reading today?

"Blade Life"?

Tang Jiao raised his slender eyebrows unexpectedly and looked carefully at the spines of this row of books.

"Open a Heart", "Why We Get Sick", "Planet Virus"...

There is even a "Quick Guide to Electrocardiogram".

The wall used to be filled with books on economics, technology, management, psychology and spirituality, but some purely medical books were added and replaced at some point.

She shook her head with a sweet smile, pulled out the "Blade Life" that she had always wanted to watch but had not had time to read, and sat on the sofa.

I grabbed a pillow to cushion my hands and started looking through it carefully.

During this period, Lin Siyi knocked on the door and came in to deliver fruit. Tang Jiao looked at it seriously, nodded and thanked her without saying a word.

Before Lin Siyi turned around and went out, she couldn't help but glance at Tang Jiao.

The emotions in his eyes changed, from jealousy to envy, and he lowered his eyes, bit his mouth, and hurried out.

The young and beautiful girl is wearing a plain dress and a loose, soft wide turtleneck sweater on her upper body. Her long black hair is casually draped over her shoulders. The platinum chain bracelet on her wrist is looming as she turns the page.

There is a cool, elegant and bookish atmosphere, which unknowingly transforms the furnishings and decorations of the cold office into a warm and soft one.

When Xiao Jingchuan entered, this was what he saw.

The fatigue of work is like being caressed away bit by bit by a refreshing fragrance.

Shiny leather shoes stepped on the light gray carpet, approaching silently.

Tang Jiao first smelled the familiar cold cedar scent, his neck moved faster than his brain, and he turned his face to look to the left.

A sweet smile bloomed, "Are you done?"

Xiao Jingchuan raised his fingertips and threw the golden invitation on the table.

He pulled off his tie slightly, smiled bitterly and sat down next to Tang Jiao, his broad body tilted aggrievedly, and his head rested on his petite shoulder.

After a while he spoke:

"We have another meeting in half an hour, so I'll go find the baby to recharge my battery."

There was unconcealable fatigue in his voice.

Tang Jiao put down the book, turned sideways, stretched his hands to the temples on both sides of Xiao Jingchuan, massaged them gently, and said in a gentle voice:

"Thank you for your hard work, brother Jingchuan. I'll give you a massage to relieve your fatigue."

Xin Chang's tall body was leaning against Tang Jiao, and her long legs with nowhere to rest were propped up outside the sofa.

Xiao Jingchuan half-closed his eyes and laughed softly, his voice lazily and tiredly: "My pleasure, Dr. Tang's skills are getting better and better."

"That's Tang's Massage Technique. It's the only one with no other branches." Tang Jiao pouted proudly and said.

"I made some sweet soup. I'll drink some later to wake up."

The soft and tough force came from the forehead in regular intervals, loosening the tense nerves one by one, and even the body became relaxed.

Xiao Jingchuan closed his eyes, grabbed Tang Jiao's left wrist and pulled it in front of him, kissed it twice, and spoke lazily.

"...I'm going to be spoiled rotten by you, Jiaojiao."

Tang Jiao laughed and asked humbly: "What's going on?"

Xiao Jingchuan opened his eyes and looked up at Tang Jiao's little face with a deep smile in his starry eyes, "When you start school, how will my brother go to work?"

"There is simply no way to face this cruel fact."

Tang Jiao was teased so much that he chuckled, leaned over and kissed Xiao Jingchuan's slightly raised lips.

Kiss and pull away.

Kiss her hard again, then pull away.

"I'll call and beg Xiao's father and Xiao's mother to come back quickly, okay?"

Tang Kindergarten teacher possessed Jiao, and started to talk nonsense again, "Then I will take you to class, put it in my pocket, secretly."

Xiao Jingchuan lay on Tang Jiao's lap and looked at her with a smile.

Suddenly he raised his hand and cupped the back of her neck, pressed down, and opened his mouth to catch her sweet lips.

The sound of water slurping is clearly audible.

For a long time, Tang Jiao stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Jingchuan's waist and abdomen, and said vaguely:

"...My neck, my neck is sore."

Xiao Jingchuan let go of her without hesitation, raised his chin and skillfully sucked off the silver strands from his soft lips.

"Thank you for charging, baby, I can still hold on for a while."

Tang Jiao's lips were slightly red, and he pinched his handsome face with a wild smile in a funny way.

"Get up, drink some sweet soup."

The two sat side by side, each holding a small bowl of sweet soup and slurping it.

Tang Jiao raised his eyebrows at the golden invitation on the table, "What is that?"

Xiao Jingchuan glanced at it and gave a sarcastic smile, "Invitation to the banquet for Tengrong's independent restart."

Tang Jiao stared in surprise, "Is it done?"

"Hmm, let's go together next week?"

"Of course!"

Tang Jiao laughed like a little fox and raised the small bowl to touch Xiao Jingchuan's.

"Bang", there was a pleasant crisp sound of porcelain gently colliding.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

When Tang Jiao was led out of the car by Xiao Jingchuan, the sound of bang-bang-bang salutes could be heard not far away, as well as many "click-click-click" shutter sounds.

There is fine snow falling in the sky.

The bodyguard who got out of the car very thoughtfully held a large black umbrella with a long handle in front of the two of them.

Xiao Jingchuan bent down and lifted the fishtail skirt of Tang Zi's long skirt off the Rolls-Royce.

The smoky pink fur hanging on her arm was draped properly on her.

The admiring gaze ranges from the girl's pure and beautiful face with clear and delicate make-up, to the long hair that is slightly curled and lazily draped over her shoulders, and across her slender waist wrapped in a silver-pink diamond dress.

Everywhere, the pure beauty of Tang Jiao is displayed to the extreme.

Tang Jiao's ears were slightly warmed by his burning gaze, and he couldn't even pay attention to the lively sounds around him.

He couldn't help but said coquettishly: "Why are you looking at me like that again?"

"nice."

The love in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes was full of love, and it was expressed in full.

When he came out of the dressing room of the high-end styling room in Jingzhou, Xiao Jingchuan stared at Tang Jiao who was not used to dressing up and said "so beautiful" without blinking.

The dim light in those eyes seemed to want to hold Tang Jiao's alluring lips, which had just been smeared with cherry red lipstick, and kiss them.

It would be better to make that perfectly applied lip liner a mess.