No matter how fierce I will cry for you

On the black extended-length Lincoln, Miss Qiao Er nestled on the seat like a quail, completely losing the momentum she had when she first arrived in the port area, like a child who had made a mistake.

Mr. Shao couldn't do anything about Miss Qiao Er's tears, but when she stopped crying, Mr. Shao could figure it out in a few words. In Mr. Shao's eyes, his little fox cub was just like a blank piece of paper, clever and intelligent. One thing, but when it comes to the city, it has nothing to do with her.

When she returned to Shao Mansion, it was already past three o'clock in the morning. Miss Qiao Er was very self-conscious and took the initiative to sneak back to the room where she lived before waiting for Mr. Shao to speak.

Too lazy to even wash up, Miss Qiao Er was tired and flustered. She dragged herself weakly, brushed her teeth and washed her face, then settled into the big bed.

Just lying on the bed, her mind shut down before she could think about it. However, she felt that she had not slept for a few minutes when she heard someone knocking at the door.

"Miss Qiao." It was Li Xing's voice.

Miss Qiao Er turned over and continued to sleep. She instinctively didn't want to get up. She was really sleepy.

With her mind in a daze, Miss Qiao Er thought she was still in her boudoir and had long forgotten that she was in the port area, in Shao Rongqian's guest room.

Li Xing only shouted once, but no one responded, so he couldn't knock on the door again.

After a few minutes, the knock on the door suddenly became louder, and someone else called her.

"Qiao Mengyu." A low and hoarse voice.

"Hmm..." Miss Qiao Er responded instinctively, then pulled the quilt over her head and continued to sleep.

With a click, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Mr. Shao walked in slowly. His feet were soft slippers with lambskin soles, and he walked without making any sound.

When Mr. Shao stood beside the big bed, Miss Qiao Er was still huddled in the quilt, sleeping drowsily and motionless, looking as if she was extremely tired.

Mr. Shao wanted to be compassionate, but given the current situation, Miss Qiao Er would not give in unless she suffered a little, so he could only call her to get up cruelly.

"Assistant Qiao, it's time to work." Mr. Shao still had that businesslike tone.

The person who was still sleeping soundly suddenly sat up from the bed after hearing the name 'Assistant Qiao', his sleepy eyes looked a little silly and confused.

"Work..." Miss Qiao Er muttered before looking up. She finally woke up after seeing the person standing next to the bed clearly, "Why are you in my room?!"

Miss Qiao Er's face was full of vigilance, as if to guard against the slightest mistake and avoid learning from the past.

Mr. Shao remained calm. Only the slightly raised corners of his lips showed that he was in a good mood: "I can't wake Assistant Qiao from outside, so I have to come in."

The reasons given by Mr. Shao are so good that it is impossible to refute.

"Then, you go out, I'm getting up." Miss Qiao Er was wrong again, her momentum was not enough, and the SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas she wore looked even more adorable, as cute as her own.

Mr. Shao must have exhausted all his energy because of his busy schedule, otherwise he would really be afraid that he would not be able to bear it when such a beautiful woman is by his side.

Miss Qiao Er dragged her tired steps, washed up as quickly as possible, picked out clothes in the wardrobe that were suitable for the port climate, and changed into them before going downstairs.

Mr. Shao was still wearing a pure black suit, standing tall and tall at the door. It was still dark outside, and the lamp in the foyer shortened the black shadow, which was stepped on by his feet.Mr. Shao was still as handsome and elegant as when she first met him, without any change.

Miss Qiao Er felt sour in her heart. She lowered her eyebrows and went over. Like everyone else, she called out honestly: "Mr. Shao."

"Yes." Mr. Shao responded in a really high-sounding voice, without a smile, and then strode toward the door.

Miss Qiao Er chased after her, her eyes too sleepy to open and her head still in a daze. She got home at three in the morning and was about to leave at six in the morning. It was not yet bright, and more importantly, she had not eaten breakfast yet. Woolen cloth.

Miss Qiao Er seemed to be confused and followed Mr. Shao to work. When she got in the car, she realized that breakfast had been placed in the car. It was nothing fancy, just a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

Miss Qiao Er's brows were knitted into a frown, and she pouted angrily, muttering in a low voice: "Are you just going to eat this..."

She doesn't like sandwiches or coffee. She wants to drink hot fish porridge and soup dumplings with mellow soup.

"Not to your liking?" Mr. Shao said, already picking up the coffee cup.

Miss Qiao Er feebly raised her eyelids, obviously lacking in energy. She stared at the sandwich with a troubled face, and then shook her head against her will: "No, it's pretty good..."

Three words, said weakly, the little paws reluctantly grabbed the sandwich, and then ate it languorously, like a little mouse gnawing corn, bit by bit, and there was no appetite at first sight.

Mr. Shao remained calm and always ate elegantly. After taking a sip of coffee, he said calmly: "Xi Yu."

With just two words, Xi Yu understood the spirit and immediately replied: "Okay, Shaosheng."

He knew Miss Qiao Er's taste very well, and immediately sent a message to Li Xing, asking people from Shao Mansion to send Miss Qiao Er's favorite food to the company.

Mr. Shao drank half a cup of coffee before picking up the sandwich. He never had any requirements for food. It was enough to satisfy his hunger. He was not as picky as other young masters and ladies from wealthy families.

Mr. Shao has a gentlemanly and independent temperament, and has always been mature and prudent in his behavior. Not only are his younger siblings afraid of him, but even Song Wensheng has been saying that playing with Brother Qian is boring.

While on the road, Mr. Shao had already finished breakfast. However, when the car drove into the underground parking lot, Miss Qiao Er had not even finished half of the sandwich in her hand.

Not only was the sandwich unfinished, but his eyes could not be opened at all, and he was leaning on his seat, feeling drowsy.

"We're here." Mr. Shao said in a deep voice.

Miss Qiao Er reluctantly raised her eyelids, put the half-eaten sandwich back, and got out of the car listlessly.

The elevator went directly to the first floor of the CEO's office. Mr. Shao entered the office and entered into working mode. He was so serious that he didn't care about anyone else. Miss Qiao Er lay on the table and tried hard to raise her eyelids to prevent herself from falling asleep.

To be honest, in the cold winter morning, the most suitable thing is to huddle up in bed and cover your head and fall asleep, but now she runs out to work before dawn. She suddenly feels a little sympathy for Mr. Shao.

According to Xi Yu, Mr. Shao is so busy every Spring Festival, which means that every cold winter lunar month, he has no chance to wrap himself up in a quilt and sleep in.

It is truly a miserable life. Miss Qiao Er forced her eyelids to hold up and suddenly felt the urge to take Mr. Shao to sleep...