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"What do you think they are plotting?" Cheng Xionglin rubbed his acupoints, thinking hard.

Seeing that Cheng Xionglin was already very tired, Chang Yuan had no choice but to avoid the seriousness and said lightly: "Maybe it has something to do with Song Hui. I'll send him an email about these things in a while."

Cheng Xionglin responded with a shallow "Yes", feeling Chang Yuan's side, his mood relaxed a little, and he gradually felt sleepy.

Chang Yuan didn't hear Cheng Xionglin continue talking for a long time, and Chang Yuan turned her head to look. She was leaning on the back of the chair and fell asleep frowning.

With a helpless smile, Chang Yuan stretched out a hand to gently smooth the worry lines between her brows.

It's really tiring today.

***

After receiving the email from Chang Yuan, Song Hui couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that woman named Ding Xiang to intervene. How foolish it is. If the Chang family didn't add fuel and vinegar to this method, this Ding Xiang would probably have died early in the morning. He was pulled out for public display.

Song Hui saw the end of the email, and Chang Yuan added another sentence, don't embarrass Ding Xiang. He fell into deep thought. The love and hatred between women are really unpredictable. In the past, it was said that three women fight for a man, but now The three women in one drama don't need a man as a supporting role at all.

Song Hui fell back on the office chair, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes slightly and relaxed his body, thinking silently: Is my sense of existence too low.

After a short rest for about ten minutes, Song Hui let out a breath of turbidity in his chest, sorted out Chang Yuan's emails and sent them to his subordinates, asking them to continue to torture Chang Zhen about the details of Ding Xiang's cooperation with them, and then sent Feng Hua dozens of emails. After carefully researching all the project materials in [-], he must ensure that every detail of Fenghua will not be leaked to the Chang family as soon as possible.

It was late at night after this busy work, Song Hui took a sip of the extremely bitter black coffee, and emailed Chang Yuan: Ding Xiang indeed found a group of "naval troops" on the Internet, but this group of sailors was pretended by the Chang family. Only then did the following things happen, and the dead woman should have been done by the Chang family who was afraid of exposing herself and killing her to silence her.Don't worry too much about the Chang family's affairs, he is already taking precautions.

After finishing the official business, Song Hui slowed down and wrote slowly: "Xiao Yuan, you two have just confirmed your relationship, and it is indeed against the rules to live together. Recently, someone just gave me a villa, and it happened to be in The villa near Cheng Xionglin, why don't you live there? Combination lock, the password for the gate of the villa is your birthday, and the password for the gate of the villa is my birthday."

"Think about it, isn't it interesting to be a neighbor?"

Song Hui looked back at the email he had written, coughed suddenly, choked on the black coffee that he didn't have time to swallow, and his whole face turned red.

Isn't it just a random suggestion? As for being so guilty?

Straighten your back, it's super decent, super reasonable.

Song Hui decisively pressed the send button.

The author has something to say: Mingming's CEO must work hard and have an online IQ, hahaha, I stayed up late again, poor boy.

Chapter 31

When he got home, Cheng Xionglin woke up in a daze, the surroundings were already in dusk, and he never thought that the two of them had been running around for a whole day.

"You're awake. I saw that you slept soundly, so I took you home directly." Chang Yuan lowered her head and meditated on tonight's food while locking the car. Although her learning and selling skills are not too bad But after all, it's a bit monotonous. Should she find a private chef to cook dinner at home? But she still doesn't fully know what Cheng Xionglin likes to eat, so she can only ask the Lord, "Do you want to eat for dinner..." What?

Before Chang Yuan could finish her sentence, Cheng Xionglin, who was too tired to lift his feet, simply stood there, closed his eyes, opened his arms towards Chang Yuan, and ordered, "Hug."

Cheng Xionglin, who was begging for a hug with her eyes closed, found Chang Yuan so cute, she chuckled lightly, and simply ignored her interrupted conversation, and embraced her with open arms.

She put her arms around Cheng Xionglin's shoulders, and Cheng Xionglin wrapped her arms around her waist.

Chang Yuan felt the faint warmth and slight pressure from Cheng Xionglin's body, warm and safe, arousing nostalgia, but it's all at the door of the house, if you want to get tired, you should go home and close the door first.

So Chang Yuan took half a step back with difficulty, let go of her hand and led Cheng Xionglin to go home.

During the movement, Cheng Xionglin's eyes opened a slit, and he saw that he was still standing at the garage door, his cheeks puffed up slightly, he tightly wrapped around Chang Yuan's waist, and said awkwardly: "Don't go, I'm Not home yet."

Looking at the goo that was entangled with her, Chang Yuan couldn't laugh or cry.It turned out that the begging for a hug just now was not because of missing her, but because she was too lazy to walk.

slob.Still a big slob who can only act like a baby.

Chang Yuan, who was responsive, shook her head helplessly, bent down slightly, put her hands on Cheng Xionglin's knees, and was about to hug him horizontally, but Cheng Xionglin half-closed his eyes and took a step back: "I don't want a princess hug. When you hug me, I still have to hang on to your neck, and I have to worry about you falling me. I'm so tired."

Being carried away, but also disgusted so much.

Chang Yuan couldn't help stretching out a finger and pointing her forehead: "The little ancestor, how do you say hug?"

"Carry me on your back, this posture seems to be a little easier." Cheng Xionglin's sleepy eyes seemed to lighten up, and he put his hands on Chang Yuan's shoulders spontaneously, and with a light jump, he jumped onto Chang Yuan's body. On the back, as soon as it is put down, it seems to be glued with double-sided tape, and it fits perfectly.

Chang Yuan was shaken by her impact, stabilized a little, then added q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-]q[-] face seriously, and taught her seriously: "Be careful." , if I don't stand firm, you will probably fall on your face, don't blame me if you lose your face at that time."

Cheng Xionglin, who was lying on Chang Yuan's back, snorted twice, she didn't believe that Chang Yuan could still fall on her, she lowered her head and put her face on Chang Yuan's back, her cheeks were warm and comfortable, so comfortable!

There was no sound on her back at all, and Chang Yuan didn't know whether she knew she was wrong or fell asleep, so she could only sigh secretly, her hands fully protected the person on her back, her steps were not slow but not at all. bumpy.

Chang Yuan thought about sending her home as soon as possible, and let her lie on the soft bed, which would be the most comfortable.

When Chang Yuan stuffed her into the quilt, Cheng Xionglin didn't even open his eyes, and immediately got under the quilt as soon as he touched the bed.

Chang Yuan smiled helplessly again, turned around and went to send an email to Song Hui first. After the email was sent, she saw Cheng Xionglin, who was supposed to be asleep, sitting on the bed blankly. Unconsciously, he lifted a corner of the quilt, and warmly invited: "Chang Yuan, come quickly, let's sleep together."

Chang Yuan stood by the bed and coughed guiltily: "Sleep together?"

Cheng Xionglin nodded. In that case, Chang Yuan could only be disrespectful.

Chang Yuan was lying flat beside Cheng Xionglin with her hands and feet cramped, Cheng Xionglin wrapped her arms around Chang Yuan's waist, her face was pressed against Chang Yuan's right upper arm, and she was sleeping peacefully.

At this moment, for Chang Yuan, the air in the bedroom was a bit cramped, making it hard for her to breathe.

Why don't you say something to ease the tense atmosphere?

"Lin Lin," Chang Yuan didn't know what to say, so she chattered nonsense, "You and your dad didn't eat much at noon, aren't you hungry?"

Cheng Xionglin grunted: "I'm full of gas." His head was a little heavy on Chang Yuan's arm, "Are you hungry?"

Chang Yuan choked, and replied, "I'm not hungry either, there's still some food in the refrigerator, if you're hungry call me, and I'll make you supper."

Cheng Xionglin shook his head subconsciously: "My mother said, if you like someone, you should cook for her. I will cook for you. Do you want to eat?"

"Eat." You can flirt when you're asleep, Chang Yuan hurriedly responded, "I like to cook for you too, but I don't do it very well."

"The porridge you make is the most delicious in the universe." Cheng Xionglin closed his eyes and smiled, but the smile was not kind at all, "You look handsome and cute when you press the button of the pressure cooker."

Chang Yuan: ...