his pretty little dumb

Tang Jingshu continued to kiss him in the darkness.

He couldn't even see each other's expression clearly, the tips of their noses were fighting and rubbing against each other's cheeks, he took a breath and bit the other's lower lip with courage, but unexpectedly the other party attacked by leaps and bounds.

The two kissed for more than ten minutes before ending the kiss.

In the dream, Tang Jingshu had a terrible dream.

In the dream, he held a mobile phone with a flashlight in his hand and lifted his feet up the stairs without railings. After reaching the second floor, he looked down at the blood stains on the ground. His heart almost hurt and he couldn't breathe. After reaching the third floor of the ruins building, his pupils shrank.

Tang's father and Tang's mother's hands and feet were cut off and thrown on the ground covered with flying dust. His body was soaked in the huge transparent cylindrical fiberglass. Tang Jingshu's feet softened and his phone fell from the palm of his hand. The red brick beat the fiberglass vigorously.

Those fox eyes were covered with a layer of tears, and sadness flashed across the bottom of the eyes, and he choked up and shouted: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu dad...mom..."

Tang Jingshu cried a little out of breath, and suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes.

He got up from the dirty ground, followed the figure to the small balcony on the third floor, stared at the man with narrowed eyes, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Shen Jiaming..."

Tang Jingshu was awakened from his sleep, and he saw the face of the person lying next to him clearly through the window through the window through the dim yellow street lamp downstairs.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the uneasiness in his heart flooded into his heart again, he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat, Shen Jiayi turned around and hugged his slender waist, breathing smoothly and evenly, touching Tang Jingshu's neck.

To Tang Jingshu, that dream was so frightening that his whole body trembled. Everything in the dream was so real, so real that the heart still beat out of rhythm after waking up.

That night Tang Jingshu didn't dare to fall asleep, and kept his eyes open until dawn.

The person next to the pillow slept soundly.

Before 06:30, Tang Jingshu got up from the bed and stepped over the sleeping Shen Jiayi, his eyes sank slightly after putting on the slippers, and lightly stepped on the other's chest with his right foot in the slippers.

"Xiaoshu, it looks like your dark circles can compete with panda eyes in a beauty contest." Mother Tang was sitting on a red sandalwood stool at the corner of the door, bending over to put on her shoes.

Tang Jingshu yawned, rubbed his messy hair, and said softly, "Mom, it's not as serious as you said."

Mother Tang put on her thick-heeled high-heeled shoes, brushed her long hair back, and said calmly, "Go into the bathroom later and look in the mirror by yourself, and remember to eat breakfast on the dining table." Stretching out his head, peeking in, he shouted, "Old Tang, come out quickly."

Father Tang came in and out of the room with a briefcase, went to the dining table, took a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth, and the two went out one after the other.

Tang Jingshu watched his parents leave in a hurry, then walked into the bathroom quickly.

In the mirror, I had messy hair, eye sockets full of bloodshot eyes, and heavy blue-black eye circles under my eyelids, making me feel haggard.

Tang Jingshu blinked his dry eyes, took a shower of cold water to wake himself up, then squeezed toothpaste and brushed his teeth carelessly in front of the mirror.

After washing up, last night two big men squeezed into the small bed and he was covered in hot sweat. His whole body was sticky and he went into the bedroom, picked up a set of clothes and went into the bathroom.

The warm water drenched on Tang Jingshu's body, making Tang Jingshu feel relaxed. Suddenly, a line of sight stared at him.

Tang Jingshu jumped back two steps in fright, the water on the ground splashed on Shen Jiayi's face.

Tang Jingshu blushed from being stared at by the other party, subconsciously covered the dangerous area with his hands, and stammered, "You...you...how did you get in here."

Shen Jiayi turned around and knocked on the door, stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Your door is open."

Tang Jingshu thought to himself that he just let a hungry wolf in and ate it up.

With half-lidded eyes, Shen Jiaming took two steps forward and stretched out his hands to wrap his hands around the narrow waist of the foamy skin. He leaned close to his ears and pressed his lips against the ear bones in a muffled voice: "A Yan, do you know that men are prone to commit crimes in the morning."

There is no fat on Tang Jingshu's waist, and the waistline is even and graceful.

Tang Jingshu put his hands on the opponent's chest, and said with an embarrassed expression: "It's none of my business." After he finished speaking, he struggled twice and then said, "Shen Jiaming, let me go."

Well--

Tang Jingshu was pinched by the other party's jaw and slightly raised his head to kiss the other party, and then the other party clasped Tang Jingshu against the wall with a backhand and squeezed the dangerous area.

Afterwards, Tang Jingshu slumped on the marble floor, panting slightly, his whole face flushed with blood, and his pure black eyes were covered with a layer of tears, staring at Shen Jiayi who looked down at him condescendingly.

It was around eight o'clock when the two came out of the shower.

He didn't sleep much last night, and with the smoke from the war just now, Tang Jingshu's body seemed to be hollowed out and tired, and finally fell asleep in Shen Jiayi's car.

Every morning at around 09:30, there was a meeting to be held, and Tang Jingshu, who was Shen Jiaming's assistant, also had to take minutes of the meeting, and Ling Xiao was Shen Jiaming's right and left hand, so he naturally dealt with more important matters.

After returning from the meeting, Tang Jingshu bent over and listlessly walked past Ling Xiao's place and walked to his own place to sit down.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Ling Xiao sat down and tapped the keyboard with both hands quickly, raised his eyes to look at the haggard Tang Jingshu, and asked with a bit of tenderness in his words.

Tang Jingshu propped his elbow on the desk with his right cheek against his palm, and rubbed his other thumb on his left temple, and said in a soft voice, "Last night I had insomnia."

"I have a friend who works great for insomnia."

Tang Jingshu took a deep breath: "Do you have a business card?"

Ling Xiao lowered his head and searched in the drawer, found a business card and handed it to Tang Jingshu, and said with a faint smile: "If you go, tell me your name, and there will be a [-]% discount."

"Thank you." Tang Jingshu looked at the card with the words Gu Yuchen written on it, and silently read the name again in his heart.

"We are all friends, so why not be polite."

"Lunch, I treat you to dinner."

"Thank you then."

Tang Jingshu has indeed been under some mental stress recently, and it would be good to talk to a psychiatrist.

For lunch, Tang Jingshu invited Ling Xiao to have a big meal at a barbecue restaurant near the downstairs of Shen's Group.

The decoration style of the store is mainly Korean style, and the meat quality is so-so. After paying the bill, Tang Jingshu didn't forget to order Shen Jiayi, and the two finally ate more than 200.

"For Mr. Shen to eat?"

Tang Jingshu replied without hesitation: "For Mr. Shen."

Ling Xiao hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help reminding: "Do you know how President Shen's late wife died?"

Tang Jingshu had heard of it before, so he stopped and asked, "How did you die?"

Ling Xiao glanced around, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I committed suicide." After finishing speaking, he continued: "I know you are with President Shen, and Shen always regards you as his ex-wife , Let go as soon as possible before getting too deep."

Tang Jingshu laughed at himself, he couldn't wait to leave Shen Jiaming's side more than anyone else.

"Then how did Mr. Shen's wife die?"

"I can tell you, but you must not tell others."

Ling Xiao was also afraid in his heart, but he just didn't want to lose a life from Shen Jiaming's side.

Tang Jingshu held up a gesture of oath: "I will never tell anyone."

The author has something to say:

In the later stage, Xiaoshu fell into the full set of his own settings step by step and couldn't extricate himself