Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

"Oh... oh okay." The dazed Hua Tingjue was a beat slow to respond, but nodded in agreement and ran out of the villa at almost the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

After buying the medicine, he handed it to her along with the cup of water. Seeing her sitting on the chair waiting for him, Hua Tingjue felt guilty. He had heard that contraceptive pills were harmful to the body. He touched her black and smooth hair with distressed eyes and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I didn't pay attention and made you have to take this..."

Emo again?

Jiang Wangshu was puzzled and frowned tightly.

As an "anti-pretentious expert", she took the contraceptive pill from his hand without changing her expression, threw it into her mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed it down with a gulp.

Then she looked up and asked him, "Okay, was it me who put a knife to your neck and went to bed with you yesterday?"

Her calm voice stopped Hua Tingjue from groaning, and she subconsciously shook her head and denied, "No."

"That's it." It was a matter of mutual consent, and Jiang Wangshu didn't think anyone should be blamed.

"oh oh."

Hua Tingjue is imaginative and has great mood swings, while Jiang Wangshu is pragmatic and always follows a straight line without any fluctuations. She is like a sharp guillotine that can always quickly cut off his hesitation.

……

Because of her health, Jiang Wangshu had to rest at home for half a day, and she was doing work in the study. Hua Tingjue was sitting not far away, occasionally making rustling sounds, which were not loud, but annoying to hear.

Finally, when Jiang Wangshu couldn't stand it anymore, she knocked on the table. After two crisp and pleasant knocks, Hua Tingjue looked up in a daze.

"what happened?"

"what are you doing?"

"No...nothing."

Jiang Wangshu walked over and took away what he had hidden behind his back, raising her eyebrows in surprise, because if she was not mistaken, these were actually some mathematical symbols. Then she looked Hua Tingjue up and down, puzzled as to when he became so fond of mathematics.

"what is this?"

"Report, summation formula!"

???

Hearing this, Jiang Wangshu lowered his head and took a closer look. The famous cold female devil was so angry at him when he saw the formula for the sum of a series of arithmetic progressions that he was the only one in the world who could do this.

"Ah."

Hua Tingjue was immersed in his own revelry, and he kept explaining to her: "I saw a nerd seeking love on the Internet. Didn't that famous mathematician draw a heart function? So I think a nerd like you will also accept this."

"I'm begging you to make peace. I hope you won't be angry anymore."

Jiang Wangshu's expression can be described in four words.

It’s hard to put it into words, it’s so awkward.

What was going on in his mind? How could he know that she would like it? Maybe his intention was good, but she still hoped that he would not do it.

At this moment, Jiang Wangshu couldn't describe her feelings. She was speechless and amused. She tried her best to suppress the upward arc of her mouth and cursed with a low laugh: "Fool."

"What?" Hua Tingjue was hard of hearing and was so immersed in the explanation that he didn't hear clearly.

Jiang Wangshu glared at him and said, "You are hard of hearing."

Hua Tingjue smiled nonchalantly, "It's normal to have hearing problems sometimes." Suddenly, he came close to her, wanting to get close to her, and asked in a youthful tone, "Are you still angry? Don't be angry."

"Oh, I know I was wrong."

"Does it still hurt? Let me massage your shoulders for you."

Jiang Wangshu's ears were callused from listening to all this chatter. He frowned and glared at him, helplessly saying, "Alright, stop being so cunning and get out of here."

Hua Tingjue put his fingers on his temple, saluted coolly, and shouted loudly: "Yes sir!"

……

Recently, Tengfei has discovered a problem.

That was their cold-faced Rakshasa Director Jiang calmed down again. Qin Zhao, who was closest to Jiang Wangshu, could conclude through secret observation that Director Jiang and Assistant Hua had successfully resolved the conflict.

Not only that, he also felt that their relationship seemed to be even closer, inseparable, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were conjoined twins.

Ever since that night, lust had been like a seed sprouting from the soil, extending outward madly, eager to grow absurd branches.

The physical addiction is getting stronger and stronger. They did not break the last layer of window paper to express their feelings, but this makes them more comfortable.

And the two of them were still making excuses for this matter in their hearts, saying that this was to get to know each other better and imitate the timeline of their previous life.

However, even though they were together every now and then, they had taken precautions. Otherwise, if it wasn't for the daughter from the previous life, all their efforts would have been wasted.

Hua Tingjue saw that Jiang Wangshu was devoted to his work and was not willing to stop to rest. He tapped the desk lightly with his bony fingers.

"Are you done? Mom asked us to go back and eat."

"Wait a minute."

"Okay." Hua Tingjue responded.

He would not go anywhere else, but insisted on sitting next to her, his peach blossom eyes filled with deep affection, and he stared at her with his chin lazily in his hand.

This look was so familiar that Jiang Wangshu felt his scalp tingling instantly.

"Would you please stop looking at me?"

Hua Tingjue was cunning and pointed at his own eyeballs, "I'm not looking at you, my eyes are facing this direction."

Jiang Wangshu: “…”

I bet she is just being sentimental.

She was speechless, but Hua Tingjue wanted to talk. He made small talk and deliberately moved closer to start a conversation: "You wrinkled my shirt. I have to ask them to wash it later. It was wrinkled at the company. Can I get it reimbursed?"

Jiang Wangshu glanced at him indifferently. The shirt he was wearing was custom-made according to his body shape and was usually ironed, but now the hem was obviously wrinkled and had lipstick marks on it.

Haha, who can I blame?

She refused coldly: "No."

Hua Tingjue shook his head, pretending to tug at his shirt, and sighed intentionally or unintentionally: "How cruel, I don't know who did it? I can't remember it, let me think about it..."

"Tsk, it seems to be on this..." He curled his lips cynically, and the direction of his finger happened to be the desk where Jiang Wangshu was working.

When he was about to say the word "table", Jiang Wangshu's face flushed, and he lowered his voice and said through gritted teeth: "Shut up."

"Are you going home or not?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I've packed my things, let's go."

The plan succeeded, Hua Tingjue stood up, his eyes bright as stars.