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Song Hengjue:......

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, burst into laughter, and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Hey, it's late at night, look at this, what, does it look good?"

She said why this man was acting strangely and hesitantly tonight. It turned out that he was doing something bad.

If Song Hengjue in later generations could have just excused himself with a few words of shamelessness, the person in front of him was Song Hengjue whose memory was only seventeen years old.

I have never received this kind of knowledge in my memory, let alone being caught red-handed by my first love, not to mention how embarrassing it was.

The brain exploded with a bang, and the TV was in panic.

However, the more I panicked, the more confused I became. I didn't know where I pressed it. Not only did it not turn off, the volume actually got louder.

Song Hengjue's scalp was numb. Hearing Yang Qingheng's laughter from beside him, he wished he could die now.

In his anxiety, his mind couldn't move anymore, so he picked up the water glass next to him and poured it on the disc player.

Song Hengjue covered his heart. The first thing he thought about was not that the disc player was broken, but that the world had finally become quiet.

Yang Qingheng looked at the appearance of his seven souls but not three souls, and actually felt a little cute, and raised his chin: "Why, you are afraid that I will attack your overlord, and you will not feel embarrassed, so you are secretly studying technology here. ?Um?"

"No." Song Hengjue became angry with embarrassment and his face was as red as if he had a fever.

Where are you willing to admit it?

"Oh~" Yang Qingheng said meaningfully, "It's not about researching technology, that's..." She glanced down.

Song Hengjue was so ashamed and angry that he looked at her mouth opening and closing, and his brain suddenly closed, and the world finally became quiet.

Afterwards, both of them were breathless.

Yang Qingheng touched her mouth, unplugged the power, went to bed holding the pillow, and patted the empty space next to her: "Go to sleep."

If she continued to tease him, he might be so embarrassed that he would run away from home and not dare to see her for several days.

She was right. Song Hengjue wanted to leave her sight right now. However, he had lost his memory now and had no place to go. He could only turn off the light and climb into bed.

The quilt is filled with the faint fragrance of a woman, lingering in your nose, and you can faintly feel a heat source behind you.

Song Hengjue's body was stiff and he did not dare to move.

My mind is filled with what I just saw.

Thinking that Yang Qingheng would do that to him later, his tailbone felt numb.

However, after half an hour, Song Hengjue was so stiff that the muscles and bones in his body were tired and he didn't notice the slightest movement of the woman behind him. He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

This feels wrong. Is this woman really here to sleep?

Song Hengjue turned around and found that the woman had closed her eyes at some point.

The moonlight outlines her gentle features, which are almost unreal.

He pressed his heart, which was beating wildly.

"Can't sleep? Were you unable to sleep yesterday?" Yang Qingheng opened his eyes, clearly not feeling sleepy at all.

Song Hengjue was caught on the spot, and the obsession on his face was retracted in panic, but he still answered truthfully: "A little bit, I don't seem to be sleepy every day." But he was very tired.

Empty and tired.

He didn't know what it was like to be tired or empty, he just felt like he had no strength.

Song Hengjue didn't say anything from behind.

After reading the information, Yang Qingheng could probably guess what state he was in now. She stretched out her hand and pressed his head into her arms. She patted his back lightly with her soft palm a few times, as if coaxing a child. : "Do you want to hear a story?"

She, she, she...how could she be like this!

Song Hengjue's head made a sharp roar, but his body was very honest and motionless in her arms.

Yang Qingheng didn't hear his answer and started talking to himself: "When I first arrived in the capital, the south had begun to open up, and there were gradually some traders, but..."

The voice was calm, with a gentleness that could calm people's hearts.

Song Hengjue listened to her family history and couldn't bear to blink: "Then, will they bully you?"

"Yes, yes, but I'll solve it right away." Yang Qingheng paused her hand on his back, curled her lips and said with a smile, not wanting him to know anything else, and then continued talking.

Song Hengjue listened with gusto at first, smelling the elegant fragrance on her body, and his heart felt calmer than ever before. But when it became popular, his eyelids started to tremble.

When Yang Qingheng looked over, he had already fallen asleep, and his big, knuckled hands were resting on her waist.

Yang Qingheng kept silent, her soft lips lightly pressed on his forehead, and she yawned and fell asleep.

Song Hengjue hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time. He woke up refreshed the next day and even had an extra bowl of porridge for breakfast. The aunt who cooked at home said that Song Hengjue had a better appetite today.

Yang Qingheng saw the time correctly and didn't go out until after ten o'clock. Song Hengjue had to follow him into the car.

The two of them did not go to the company today, but asked the driver to drive the car to the factory.

"I thought Mr. Xiao Yang wouldn't come, leaving so many elders waiting for you. Why, was this the same in your original company?" A shareholder spoke first, with a strange tone.

Yang Qingheng remembered him. He was the one who called for Mo Ying to sit in Song Hengjue's seat before.

Without smiling, he glanced at his watch: "The agreed time is half past ten. I see it's now ten twenty. Could it be that my time is different from yours? That's my fault. I'll deal with it in the morning. I just came here after receiving the documents for Haili's project. I didn't expect that I was delayed. I'm sorry."

The words that were neither soft nor hard succeeded in blocking the shareholders' words and shut their mouths.

They are all colleagues, and they use the reputation of their elders to oppress her.

Yang Qingheng sneered in her heart.

Li Nian was watching the show at the side. When he heard the word "Hai Li", he stood up straight instantly. He noticed Yang Qingheng's vague gaze and reacted instantly.

This is to point him and force him to express his position. This project is the sweetener.

Without hesitation, he chuckled: "I think the time is correct. Mr. Xiao Yang came a little early. Uncle Zhang, why is the time on your watch wrong? You need to ask the staff to fix it for you later. It's so big As a shareholder, if you are trying to figure out what's going on with a watch that doesn't have the correct time, don't let your partners laugh at you."

The shareholder was first blocked by Yang Qingheng's non-trivial words. He was already feeling aggrieved, but now that Li Nian made up for it, he was even more angry and gnashing his teeth.

How come this little beast doesn't side with Yang Qingheng, the troubled man?

"Okay, it's normal for Mr. Zhang to misjudge the time at such an old age. You, a junior, can't be considerate? If you do things like this, I doubt whether you can really handle the company's affairs well." Mo Yingshangxia Looking at Yang Qingheng, his eyes were full of contempt.

Yang Qingheng frowned. After all, she was a shareholder of the company. It was inappropriate for her to continue to pester him, so she could only swallow her breath.

"Mr. Zhang is so old. He really should be considerate. I think we should give Mr. Zhang two months' leave first and recuperate at home." Song Hengjue suddenly opened the door and came down.