Chapter 12: chapter12

A crystal drop of water dripped down the wet black hair, followed the man's white and slender neck, slid across the lean chest and abdominal muscles, and was finally blocked by the white bath towel around the waist.
The man's complexion was cold and white, and his black eyes were covered with the moisture from the bathroom, which was cold and attractive.
"Wake up?" The man walked past her, reaching for a towel and wiping wet hair.
The voice is very soft, and the mood is extremely weak, as if nothing happened.
Tang Shumi sat up suddenly and stared at Ji Linchen's bare back.
I don't know what I remembered, and my ears burned inexplicably.
Ji Linchen tilted his head, and another drop of water dripped down from the collarbone, skipping the raised apple.
He looked at her, his brows frowned slightly, and Shu Mi suddenly realized that there was still a mask on her face.
She fell asleep after applying it last night, which means that this dried mask stayed on her face for several hours!
OMG...her face!
Tang Shumi stood up and got out of bed without saying a word, rushed to the dressing table and started to moisturize wildly.
Ji Linchen couldn't help frowning as he watched her series of impetuous movements.
Tang Shumi thought while taking pictures of the water that she was so seduce by Ji Linchen's beauty that she almost forgot the big scandal that day!
She glanced at the man's face from the corner of the eye, as always without expression.
Ji Linchen seemed to feel her gaze, and said, "Are you still sleeping?"
Shu Mi snorted and turned her head.
"I will sleep for a while, call me in two hours." Ji Linchen walked to the bed.
Here comes again.
It's her one-man show again, and the uncle Ji Linchen doesn't even bother to look on.
It was obviously his fault, and there was no explanation.
Tang Shumi didn't expect this master to say "Shumi, listen to me, it's not like this." This kind of thing, but is it OK?
The more Shumi thought about it, the more angry she got. She put down the lotion in her hand. Because it was packaged in a very heavy-textured glass bottle, she knocked on the table with a crisp sound.
She walked over and Ji Linchen turned around.
Four eyes are opposite.
Shu Mi raised her swan neck, and before shouting, "Scumbag, get out of me." Ji Linchen spoke first.
He rubbed his eyebrows, full of fatigue: "I didn't handle this matter well."
After spinning for more than 30 hours, he is very tired now.
Originally planned to sleep for two hours before discussing this with Shu Mi.
Tang Shumi on the other side didn't think so.
This is his explanation? Just an understatement like this?
Fortunately, Ji Linchen can speak out!
Besides, what hasn't been handled well?
Didn't you deal with the adultery between him and Tang Ci's Bai Lian? !
Tang Shumi clenched her lips and said bitterly: "Who is not good for you to play with?!"
She had seen everything in the rich mansion a long time ago, but Ji Linchen's defiance of femininity caused a trace of hope in her heart.
But now...
"Shu Mi." He called her name.
Hearing him calling her name so indifferently again, telling her to stop making trouble, Tang Shumi felt a sense of loss.
She jumped into bed suddenly, stood looking down at him, her voice raised: "Ji Linchen, listen to me!"
"Regardless of whether you are playing a young model star or a student, you can play privately for me, don't slap me in the face!"
"I won't be sad, let alone cry for you! Because I don't care at all!"
She said this, but couldn't help but choked up, her eyes flushed.
"Stop talking." Ji Linchen lowered his voice.
Tang Shumi chuckled and turned her gaze to the floor-to-ceiling window, not wanting to be seen crying by him: "In fact, it's nothing, we are just an agreement between our parents."
"Go to the guest room and sleep, I don't want to see you now." She wiped away tears without stubbornness and said lightly.
I don't know how long she stood on the bed, Shumi was put on a coat, and she carried her to the living room.
"You wait obediently." Ji Linchen put her on the sofa and went to the balcony.
Ji Linchen dialed Zhao Yan's phone: "You come to Mingyuan now and copy a copy of the driving recorder that was in the garage that day..."
After the phone call, Ji Linchen returned to the living room.
Shumi shrank in the corner of the sofa, environmentally friendly calves with both hands, and chin resting on his knees.
His eyes were red, and he looked at the coffee table in a daze.
"Wait for Zhao Yan to explain to you." Ji Linchen said.
Shumi blinked, and a small teardrop on her long eyelashes fell.
She pursed her lips in a small voice, "Why do you want someone to explain your matter."
Ji Linchen was speechless for a while, this may be the only shock in his life.
He has never explained things to anyone, he is the superior, and only others have ever explained to him.
No one spoke, and Nuo Da's living room suddenly fell into silence.
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Yan came.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Miss Tang's red eyes, but he only dared to take a look.
The boss stood aside, looking at him indifferently.
Based on Zhao Yan's years of experience, judging from the subtle expressions, the boss is urging him.
Zhao Yan put down the notebook quickly, and couldn't help covering his mouth before opening the lid and yawned.
A cold light flew, Zhao Yan hurriedly tapped the keyboard with both hands.
He was too difficult. As soon as he lay down in bed, the special bell rang, and he picked up the computer and walked out.
Tang Shumi nestled in the corner of the sofa wiped her eyes and raised her chin to watch the video.
Her eyes were wet and she blinked every few seconds, looking attentively.
Ji Linchen didn't watch the video, his eyes kept on her face.
After a few minutes, the video is over.
Tang Shumi pressed her lower lip lightly, and the corners of her drooping mouth became slightly aroused.
It turned out that Tang Ci, Bai Lian, deliberately fell on Ji Linchen, and Ji Linchen immediately pushed her away mercilessly.
This scene happened to be filmed by someone who wanted to make a fuss.
Zhao Yan glanced at the two with Yu Guang and felt the indoor temperature warming up again.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then restored the scene with another picture, which was the scene outside the exhibition.
After the description, Zhao Yan even superfluously repeated what Ji Linchen said to Tang Ci.
"She will tell me about Shumi, and I don't need to know what I don't want to say."
Especially in the last half of the sentence, Zhao Yan took the cold and indifferent tone to the extreme, and Tang Shumi seemed to be able to see the picture through his voice.
"Then President Ji got in the car and returned to the company." After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he first looked at Miss Tang and then at the boss.
Ji Linchen: "Thanks."
Zhao Yan was stunned, then smiled and waved his hand: "If you don't work hard, you don't have to work hard."
Shu Mi raised her eyes to look at him, and Ji Linchen glanced at him.
Zhao Yan realized that he seemed to be a little bit ambiguous, and immediately explained: "Mr Ji hasn't closed his eyes for nearly 40 hours, so he should pay more attention to his body."
Although it is an explanation, it is also his true word.
The boss is too cruel to himself, and the outside world is rumored that he is vigorous and resolute, but he does not know that behind this is the hard work of day and night.
Most people can't sit in his position, even if they do, they can't stand it.
"Okay, you go back first." Ji Linchen wanted to send him to the door.
Zhao Yan was flattered, and quickly waved his hand to say no.
"Looking back, I will ask the secretary to adjust your salary." Ji Linchen said.
Zhao Yan was startled again, and said blankly: "It has been adjusted."
Within the group, the salary will be increased once every six months.
"Then adjust it again." He said lightly.
Zhao Yan bowed slightly: "Thank Mr. Ji!"
He suddenly felt that he was not difficult at all!
Ji Linchen returned to the living room and saw Shumi still lying on the sofa: "Have you made an appointment with the stylist?"
He knew Shu Mi's temperament long ago. She would definitely dress up in front of everyone on occasions like Ji Yun's engagement banquet.
This sentence was like thunder, exploded in Shu Mi's mind.
She shot up and opened her eyes wide: "Fuck, I forgot!"
She said and rushed into the bedroom.
Ji Linchen looked at Shumi running barefoot and let out a soft voice.
After Shumi's appointment, she walked out with her mobile phone.
Ji Linchen leaned on the sofa. He changed into home clothes before Zhao Yan came. The light gray grid made his face more delicate.
This set of home clothes was bought by Shumi, and she also has a light pink one.
I bought it at that time because of two discounts. Although the book honey is extravagant, it occasionally saves money.
He has long legs loosely placed, arms resting aside, eyes closed under his broken hair. The slightly twisted eyebrows revealed a little fatigue.
"You go to the bedroom and sleep for a while." Shumi thought of what Zhao Yan had just said.
Hearing this, Ji Linchen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the cold white skin under his eyes.
He raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "Don't sleep, go downstairs for breakfast."
Shumi pursed her thin lips, followed him downstairs obediently.
The breakfast on the table is very rich. There are Chinese breakfasts such as buns, steamed dumplings, and custard buns, as well as Western pastries such as toast and French sticks.
Ji Linchen is not picky about his meals, except that he is not too fond of sweets, but occasionally eats sweets like custard packets.
Ji Linchen seldom eats at home, and the butler can't figure out his preferences. You can only prepare one or two in the same way and put them in a delicate porcelain box, just like Cantonese morning tea.
In contrast, Tang Shumi's breakfast is very simple.
Black whole wheat slices, high GI carbon water like French baguette, with a cup of low-fat milk or pure black coffee to remove edema, and some boiled or roasted green vegetables.
Tang Shumi took a bite of black whole wheat slices, especially sugar-free and oil-free, with a rough taste and no taste.
In order to keep in shape, she is very cruel to herself.
The man on the opposite side slowly picked up a custard bag. His fingers were slender and distinct. His wooden chopsticks had an antique feel.
Shu Mi's gaze fell on the custard bag that was clamped on the chopsticks and he took a small bite.
The outer layer must be fluffy and soft, and the heart is sweet custard. Just by looking at it, Shumi can imagine its taste.
In stark contrast to the whole wheat slices with the same taste, Shumi couldn't help asking: ‘is it delicious? "
"...Okay," he said, taking another bite.
"Is it sweet?"
"Ok."
"Give me a taste?" Sugar has been banned for too long, and the desire for sweets has reached a threshold. Only sweet custard packets are in Shumi's brain.
Since Ji Linchen rarely eats custard puffs, the butler only prepared one.
At the moment when her voice fell, the remaining half of the custard bag fell into the man's mouth.
Ji Linchen glanced at her silently.
Tang Shumi insisted: "When I didn't say it."
Ji Linchen glanced at her again.
Shumi lowered her head and silently ate the slices in small bites.
The brain kept turning, suddenly stuck at a certain node, remembering the cry of disappointment just now.
She lifted her eyelids and stared at the elegant and noble man opposite her.
"What do you want to say?" Ji Linchen noticed the gaze she had been staring at and could easily see through her inner monologue.
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