Your Most Faithful Companion

Limit limit limit!

Is it human? !

Ji Mingshu was very depressed and looked unhappy when he came out from the party scene. As the driver drove to the Junyi headquarters building, she also looked out the window dullly.

Maybe it's because tomorrow on New Year's Eve, the driver's uncle is in a relaxed state, and he chatted with her humorously when he waited for the traffic lights.

However, she didn't say a word from start to finish, and she didn't know what she was looking at, staring at the window. The corners of her mouth drooped down, and her bright complexion added three points of coldness.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and did not speak wittily.

The carriage fell into silence for a moment, but Ji Mingshu's small theater in his head was happily noisy--

Cen Sen this dog! Does she seem to be the kind of woman who only spends money on him? Well, she used to be, but now she still picture him as a person! Is he from the planet "I am blind but I am handsome and rich"? She couldn't even see her thoughts at all! !

He doesn't have to think about it with his toes. Who doesn't like him would easily forgive the unforgivable mistake of being abused by the Internet because of a small island!

Who doesn't like him, risking being reprimanded by his father-in-law, bit the bullet and rushed into the study to deliver soup!

Don't like him, who wants to cooperate and let him toss all night! To satisfy his self-esteem as a man, he still needs to convey the suggestive message of "husband, you are really awesome" in all aspects such as expression, action language, etc. to satisfy his self-esteem as a man!

pissed off! She is so angry! ! !

After arriving at Junyi, Ji Mingshu, who was angry, put on sunglasses coldly and got out of the car slowly.

She went to the birthday party today. She wore a small burgundy dress inside, a high-density beige coat outside, blingbling high heels, flashing from the vamp to the thin and high heel, and the thin bands made of crystals were sparse Sparsely rounded the slender foot bones, shining with fragments of streamer every step. Probably due to this dress, the thermos that she is holding in her hand also inexplicably has the temperament of a Hermès New Year limited edition.

Cen Sen is now in a video call with Jiang Che.

Jiang Che caught a glimpse of the high-definition surveillance on the display next to him, smiled, and took a leisurely cut of a picture to send to the group, and interrupted the call by the way.

Jiang Toru: [Picture]

Jiang Che: [Don't talk, stop talking, your wife is here to check the post. 】

Zhao Yang: [Xiao Shu, this is, it is so beautiful in the surveillance? Gee tut! 】

Shu Yang took advantage of the trend and blew the ultimate rainbow fart: [Yes! Ji Mingshu! Just such a woman who is full of high class and noble in the low temperature of minus eight degrees! 】

Cen Sen didn't pay much attention to them, glanced at the monitoring, and called Zhou Jiaheng to pick up the people.

But as soon as the inside line rang, he hung up because Zhou Jiaheng had already appeared in the corner of the surveillance screen.

After Zhou Jiaheng did the wrong thing twice in a row, the total helper's consciousness suddenly got a qualitative improvement.

Knowing that Ji Mingshu was coming to the company to visit the class, he specifically confessed that the driver should report to him at the first three traffic lights when he was approaching the company.

When Ji Mingshu got out of the car and walked in, he had already waited at the door for the president's wife.

He cautiously accompanied Ji Mingshu to lead the way, his expression was extremely respectful, and he was a bit flattering, "Madam, I have worked hard, let me mention this, Madam, you go here."

Gao Leng Shushu didn't give half of his eyes, but said "um".

Walking into the special elevator run by the president, Gao Leng Shushu glanced at the illuminated 68th floor, and suddenly asked, "Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, won't you go home?"

Zhou Jiaheng: "I'll be back, Chief Cen specially arranged a plane for me, and I will go home early tomorrow morning."

He also smiled and shared with her how considerate Cen Sen is to the employees. "Cen also prepared a cart of gifts for my parents and I had to take them back. He said that he didn't go home for the Chinese New Year in Australia two years ago, so I was here. Go back to spend time with your parents, these gifts are his heart."

"Cen also gave me a full seven days off. I have already thought about the New Year's Eve dinner. Let me go to our Jun Yihuazhang to eat. If relatives and friends come over, they can just sleep in the hotel..."

The more Zhou Jiaheng talked about Ji Mingshu, the more he felt aggrieved.

Please, who wants to hear this!

I thought that Zhou Jiaheng would be like a tiger, and she would definitely be able to spit out like-minded Cen Papi with her during the Chinese New Year. I never expected this buddy to give a little favor to Xiaohui and feel grateful!

It's so dull and disappointing! Such a lack of integrity is not worthy of becoming Ji's Shushu's friend!

She wanted to signal Zhou Jiaheng to stop pressing, but the next second Zhou Jiaheng suddenly raised a mouth, how hard it is for Cen Sen to remedy the losses suffered by returning to China in the past few days.

Ji Mingshu paused, then suddenly asked, "Well, how much did you lose?"

Zhou Jiaheng braked in time, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. But Ji Mingshu kept asking, and this was not a commercial secret, Zhou Jiaheng hesitated for a moment and stretched out a finger.

"One billion?"

"...USD?"

Zhou Jiaheng stretched out his other hand again, making a zero.

"...A billion?"

Zhou Jiaheng watched his nose and his heart, and said quickly: "The sum of the investment in the twelve phases is one billion, US dollars."

Ji Mingshu was silent.

Although she is relatively numb to money figures, she also knows that Cen Sen's net worth is far more than this amount. But she also understands that one billion US dollars as a personal investment is already a lot.

The anger that was brewing on the road when she came here was "sucked" by the pot of cold water worth billions of dollars. At the same time, a kind of guilt was slowly growing in her heart. If it were not for her, this investment would not be lost.

"Madam, here it is."

When the elevator reached the top floor, seeing her startled for a while, Zhou Jiaheng held down the elevator to remind her.

All the way into the president's office, Ji Mingshu was erratic, and the guilt became stronger as he approached Cen Sen.

When she walked to Cen Sen’s desk, her eyelashes drooped, she only opened the thermos in silence, and whispered: “I’ll give you the chicken soup you’ve packed, drink a little warmth. Many people in this store line up and say It’s real."

Cen Sen was silent.

When he asked on WeChat if the items to be bought exceeded the limit of the secondary card, she was obviously angry and accused him of thinking too much about her.

And in the surveillance just now, her aura didn't seem to come to send soup to care about, it was more like she was about to pour the hot soup in the thermos on him and asked him to settle the account.

He took off his glasses and took a small spoonful of Ji Mingshu into the small bowl in front of him.

Well, the taste is normal.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Mingshu, "Sit down."

But Ji Mingshu was rubbing against his desk, playing with the lid of the insulated bucket in his hand, twistingly reluctant to move.

There was water vapor on the inner side of the lid of the thermos, and Ji Mingshu didn't pay much attention to the circle outside of the lid. The water inside fell to the ground so much.

After a long while, she put down the lid and moved slightly. Just when she wanted to say something to Cen Sen, she caught a slip of the soles of her feet off guard, followed by a difficult turn of ninety-eight and a half degrees from the side, accompanied by the high-definition little red dress fluttering in the wind and elegant. Hair flutters wantonly in the air——

She fell into Cen Sen's arms perfectly:)

Cen Sen was still holding the spoon in one hand, and he didn't move, but he felt a heavy weight on his leg. In contrast, Ji Mingshu was more active, and the moment he sat down, he spontaneously looped around his neck.

"..."

"...?!"

Ji Mingshu was stunned, his brain was blank for about four or five seconds before he realized what had just happened.

She later realized that Shang Cen Sen’s calm eyes clearly saw from the silence of Cen Sen’s eyes that "I didn't expect you to be so active", "Very good, the method of throwing arms and hugs is very unique." So blatant, then I will reluctantly accept it," and many other emotions.

Do not! She didn't mean it! It must have been the series of difficult movements that A Piao possessed just now, so that she could complete it so smoothly and naturally!

Thinking of this Ji Mingshu subconsciously let go.

But Censen had already put down the spoon, and his hands had been wrapped around her waist.

"Wait...wait!"

"I am not, the floor is too... too slippery, I didn't mean it!"

Cen Sen's gaze has fallen below her collarbone, and he just said indifferently, "Hmm", and then agreed: "New floor will be replaced in the next year."

Obviously not taking her explanation seriously.

Ji Mingshu blushed unconvincingly. Seeing Cen Sen's gaze|love, the shame in her heart somehow, slowly evolving in the direction of breaking the jar.

When she noticed that Cen Sen's hands began to ambiguously rubbed, she simply did not stop doing it, hugged him upright and retracted into his arms.

Cen Sen moved, and she started talking about business in a small voice: "I heard my grandpa and dad say in the study the other day that you came back from Paris ahead of time, but Cen Yang robbed him of a project investment. I'm sorry..."

The dark color of Cen Sen's eyes faded slightly.

Ji Mingshu whispered again with a guilty conscience: "Otherwise, don't buy that island. It's all in the Arctic Circle if you can see the aurora. It must be very cold. You can't go to it a few times a year. The maintenance cost is very high."

"Also, I can buy a little less in the future, and the ring you gave me last time, I didn't have a chance to wear it, otherwise, how about I lose it to you?"

"It's just a small amount of money, I'm not so poor that I want my wife to sell jewelry." He rubbed Ji Mingshu's head next, as if his fatigue was suddenly reduced.

Ji Mingshu was a little happy to keep the island and the ring. After all, she meant that she didn't really want to sell it.

She sat on Cen Sen’s lap and swayed restlessly, and somehow asked about Cen Yang again, and helped Cen Yang explain in a low voice, “Actually, it is not easy for Cen Yang, that is... from thrift to extravagance. It's hard to be frugal. It's almost like this, do you understand? He must have been a little unreasonable these years..."

Of course Cen Sen understood. He even understood why Cen Yang couldn't let go after so many years.

In fact, there are still some things about the Cen family that are not enough for outsiders. People like Ji Mingshu don't know it, and he doesn't want Ji Mingshu to know.

To be happy and simple forever is far better than carrying the weight of the past.

Just as he didn't want to tell her the truth about the evil cutting incident, to destroy the beautiful image of Cen Yang who had given her the warmth of her childhood.

However, not destroying does not mean that he can allow Ji Mingshu to always pretend other men in front of him.

Ji Mingshu wanted to say more, and Cen Sen suddenly sealed her lips and kissed gently.

She is also unbelievable, lost in this tenderness within a few seconds, and what is waiting for her is the next second to be deeply moved in by this sudden fierce tenderness, attacking the city and grabbing the ground.

Sitting in Cen Sen's arms, she struggled back and forth, and she was a little breathless from the kiss, sobbing to make a sound.

But Cen Sen didn't give the slightest chance. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Cen Sen pressing a button on the desktop touch panel. The button is slightly illuminated, with a faint slash on it, meaning "do not disturb"?

She didn't have time to think about it, because the kiss was over, Cen Sen hugged her again and put her in a free corner of the desk.

The desk was far harder than Censen's thighs, and it was not very comfortable to sit on.

Seeing Cen Sen carelessly wiped his lower lip with his fingers, Ji Mingshu subconsciously leaned back. But Censen also leaned forward, putting his hands on her side.

His eyes were dark, staring at her cleanly, loosening his neckline at will, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his collarbone was faintly exposed. Ji Mingshu suddenly felt...this man's lust.

The air is quiet and it is inevitable to look at each other. Ji Mingshu's ears were red, and he asked carefully, "Do you want to... want office play?"