After Bai Yueguang's stand-in is passive and slow to work

"What?" Jiang Zhiyu's arm was still resting on the back of the seat, he raised his eyebrows, observing the aggrieved expression on Shen Heng's face with great interest.

Frowning slightly, the red lips were slightly swollen, and the eyelashes felt fragile when they fluttered. Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help being distracted for a few seconds before asking, "Unhappy?"

Shen Heng looked at him without speaking.

"Don't play with your temper, be sensible." Jiang Zhiyu patted Shen Heng's face a few times with his palm, and coaxed perfunctorily: "I will come back early to accompany you at night."

"En." Shen Heng's tone was still low.

Jiang Zhiyu raised his chin out of the window, nodded with lowered eyes, turned around, and got out of the car with his weak legs.

The silver-gray elegant body turned around not long after Shen Heng got off the car, and sped towards the other side of the road.Shen Heng leaned against the red fence by the river, staring absently at the shadow of Jiang Zhiyu's car leaving, and sighed silently in his heart.

When Xiangyi came over, he saw Shen Heng standing by the guardrail, his back was extremely thin, and the black windbreaker straps on his body were blown to pieces by the wind. Like him, he looked especially helpless.

"Mr. Shen..." He got out of the car and walked behind Shen Heng.

Only then did Shen Heng realize that Xiang Yi was coming, his body and hands were icy cold by the wind, and his physical discomfort continued, he nodded to Xiang Yi, and quickly got into the car.

Today, when the young master of the Jiang family returned to China, Jiang Zhiyu was ordered by his father to pick him up. Xiang Yi was going to be a driver, but he was a little surprised when he was temporarily notified to pick up Shen Heng in such a wilderness before departure.

But after thinking about it, he knew who threw him here, so Xiang Yi also hesitated in Shen Heng's eyes: "President Xiao Jiang really has something to do today, he probably didn't do it on purpose..."

"Well, I know, thank you." Shen Heng took the initiative to interrupt Xiangyi's words. He looked at Xiangyi's expression in the rearview mirror of the car, trying to find some comforting words, and pulled the corners of his lips. : "I'll take a break first."

"Hey." Xiang Yi nodded hurriedly, breathed a sigh of relief, and silently avoided looking into the mirror.

Shen Heng pulled a blanket over his body, tilted his head against the car window, and gently closed his eyes.

He hated seeing other people's sympathetic eyes.

Ever since he came back from the river that day, Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have become busy.

He said that night that he would come back to accompany him, but Shen Heng waited until midnight and saw no one. Later, he slept alone, and when he woke up the next morning, his side was still empty.

After being separated like this for several days, Shen Heng took the subway to get off work and commute by himself every day, went home at night to make some dinner, and occasionally ordered takeaway, but he was used to this kind of life.

He worked overtime a little late that day, and helped Qin Shuyi copy the documents needed for two days. Although the copying was very simple, the workload was not small to finish all the piles.

He was called alone to Qin Shuyi's office this morning and got good news.

"In the second trial the day after tomorrow, you can accompany me to the trial as a paralegal and sit next to me instead of going to the auditorium." Qin Shuyi handed him a badge with his name and ID photo on it.

This photo was taken when he graduated and took the exam. He was wearing a black formal suit, with a bright and gentle smile, but his brows and eyes were still a little green.

"Thank you, Qin Lv." The news that pleased him came suddenly, and Shen Heng stood there for a few seconds before realizing it, and thanked Qin Shuyi aloud.

The slightly surprised expression on his face faded away quickly, but it was clearly captured by the person sitting behind the desk.

Qin Shuyi laughed heartily: "Don't be surprised, I won this for you. In the past, we occasionally did this when we brought in newcomers. This time, the whole trial of the case is not open to the public. Let you experience it."

Shen Heng nodded gratefully at him, Qin Shuyi is indeed a perfect boss, mature and elegant, strong in work ability, and kind to others.I usually take good care of these newcomers at work, and occasionally create some rare internship opportunities for them.

"We are going to the Intermediate Court in the next city this time. It takes about three days to go back and forth. After you go back, book a hotel room and plan a three-day work plan. Send it to my email before twelve o'clock tonight. Is there any problem? "

"No problem." Shen Heng replied without hesitation.

Picking up the stapler on one side, Shen Heng stapled together the last stack of papers that were still warm to the touch. After finishing the assembly, he read it carefully.

The hands of the clock on the wall had already pointed to eight o'clock, Shen Heng tidied up his desk, counted the time and thought about which subway to catch back, when the cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet office.

When he reached for the phone, he was still secretly expecting that it was Jiang Zhiyu calling. When he saw the note on the screen, he pressed the answer button, and said softly, with unconcealable happiness, "Husband."

Jiang Zhiyu is in a bad mood. The company has had some troubles these days, and they will open one after another.In the end, it happened to be just in time for the eldest brother to return to China, and the family had to deal with it, so he was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground.

Finally got some free time today, and wanted to come to his little lover to relieve the pressure, but as soon as he entered, the room was empty, not even a single person.

His face darkened on the spot, he frowned, and called Shen Heng directly.

"Where are you?" Jiang Zhiyu restrained himself from wanting to get angry, but his tone was not good.

While going out, Shen Heng said to the phone: "I'm at work, I'm just about to go back."

"Come back soon, I'm hungry." Jiang Zhiyu leaned on the sofa in a lazy posture: "Next time, don't overwork for so long. When I come back, the room will be dark and I won't be popular at all."

Jiang Zhiyu's temper would be worse when he didn't eat or when he was stressed, Shen Heng still said softly: "I'll go back right away and make you crabmeat tofu, okay?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhiyu agreed coldly, then hung up the phone.

Shen Heng walked to the entrance of the building and called a taxi. Although the subway was fast, it still took a while to walk to the apartment. After thinking about it, it would be faster to take a taxi.

It was already half an hour after arriving home, as soon as Shen Heng entered the door, he saw a person sitting on the sofa, casually flipping through a financial weekly magazine.

"I'm back." He put on his slippers and walked to Jiang Zhiyu's side.

Jiang Zhiyu was so busy these days that he couldn't get away, so he didn't have much contact with him.So those longings from the time of farewell, day by day, are like vines in Shen Heng's heart, entwining and growing wantonly.

Seeing Shen Heng's face, for some reason, Jiang Zhiyu's inner irritability gradually calmed down.

"Where do you work overtime?"

"Law firm." Shen Heng blinked at him with those beautiful eyes.

"Who else but you?"

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"Really, when did I ever lie to you?"

When he said the last sentence, Shen Heng had already rubbed his body into Jiang Zhiyu's arms, with a sticky tone, he clung to his neck and continued to act coquettishly: "I miss you so much."

Only then was Jiang Zhiyu satisfied.

He stretched out his hand to clasp Shen Heng's neck, first let Shen Heng prove how much he misses himself with his actual actions.

He pressed Shen Heng on the sofa and kissed wantonly, and when the person under him was flushed and his eyes were soft and soft, he let go of his hands and patted the person's buttocks: "Do it!" let's eat."

The shirt in Shen Heng's coat has been unraveled, looking decadent and dissolute. Hearing Jiang Zhiyu's words, his confused expression was dazed.

Jiang Zhiyu finally laughed, and it was the first time he was in such a good mood these days, "I'm teasing you." Holding him up, Jiang Zhiyu turned around and walked upstairs with him, and kissed him in his arms. Looking at the person's side face, he smiled lightly and said, "Of course I have to feed my little lawyer first."

The voice-activated desk lamp on the bedside that Shen Heng bought yesterday alternated light and dark in the dim room, and the flickering warm yellow light was printed on the bodies of the two, like a clear oil painting of light and shadow.

Taking advantage of Jiang Zhiyu's time to go to the bathroom to take a bath, Shen Heng went downstairs to make crab roe tofu, and fried a plate of crispy green Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum.

When Jiang Zhiyu went downstairs, the dishes on the table were smelling warm, and they were many times more attractive than the hotel takeaways he ate at the company these days.

When he was eating, Shen Heng was by his side, propping his chin with one hand, and writing something on the ipad in front of him with a pen.

The schedule on the screen was finally completed meticulously, and Shen Heng clicked send to Qin Shuyi's email account in the last half hour.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down his pen, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze fell into the pair of deep black pupils in front of him.

It's been a while since Jiang Zhiyu put down the bowl and chopsticks, but Shen Heng didn't seem to notice it, and kept fiddling with the tablet in his hand with a very focused expression.

Jiang Zhiyu saw Shen Heng's serious work for the first time, and thought it was a bit novel, so he watched it for a while.

The long, dark eyelashes fluttered up and down with the frequency of his blinking, and the tip of his nose was raised. Looking at it from his angle, it showed a serious state that was not seen in ordinary life.

Shen Heng didn't open his mouth for a while, just looked at Jiang Zhiyu with those exceptionally bright eyes under the chandelier, then tilted his head, with a curious tone: "Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

"What were you doing just now, so serious?" Jiang Zhiyu pulled his arm, and pulled him closer to his body across the corner of the table.

"Send a work email, I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll be back in three days." Shen Heng reported honestly.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly, and then said, "Well, why did you tell me now?"

"When I see you happy, I forget about it."

The tips of Shen Heng's ears turned red inadvertently, and Jiang Zhiyu naturally had a panoramic view of this movement.

He sneered in his heart, Shen Heng was always shy about these unnecessary little things, but he was careless on the bed.

But it was to his liking.

"Before you do anything next time, you have to report to me in advance, you know?" Jiang Zhiyu pinched Shen Heng's chin and looked down at him with an arrogant tone.

"Understood." Shen Heng replied very meekly.

"That's good."

Shen Heng belongs to him, and his body and mind can only belong to him alone.

Only Shen Heng could be so willing to surround him with all his heart.

"Husband." Shen Heng rubbed his pinched reddish chin, and called softly.

"Ok?"

"We won't see each other for three days."

Shen Heng kept Jiang Zhiyu's hand that hadn't been fully withdrawn, and rubbed it against his lips. Before he left, the bright red lips were stained with the wetness of the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes, stood up, pulled him into his arms and brought him into the living room, and pushed him back on the large sofa without any explanation.

It is undeniable that Shen Heng is very good at seducing him.

Shen Heng had already prepared Jiang Zhiyu's detailed questions about who he was going on a business trip with, and even prepared to bear the anger, but Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

He was inexplicably relieved, feeling a little lucky, grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's collar, and gently rubbed his calf around Jiang Zhiyu's waist.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Zhiyu: ... careless.