9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

Ji Zhengting took a deep look at her, and then he saw the pants hanging there. He immediately guessed what was falling.

"By the way, aren't you in a video conference?" It suddenly occurred to song Qingcheng that his half-hour meeting seemed not over, right?

Ji Zhengting's eyebrows jumped.

Just now I was worried about her and forgot about the meeting. The man glared at her and walked back to the room.

Song Qingcheng blinked innocently on his back face. She kindly reminded him that she had offended him.

Elder sister, they are in the video conference!

Your scream just now has reached the other end of the computer.

So many people have heard that there are women in the room of headmaster Ji. Are you trying to prove that headmaster Ji's human orientation is OK? Or in this way to express dissatisfaction with the meeting time?

After all, it's time for a break.

……

Ji Zhengting returned to the computer. Fortunately, the assistant had cut the meeting to the break time. He did not hesitate to connect the headphones, so as not to make trouble again.

"President, just now..." In the video, Gao Xin asks curiously.

"How long is the break?" Ji Zhengting does not answer rhetorical questions.

"It's almost time. Do you want to start?" Naturally, Gao Xin did not dare to ask more questions.

"Let's go."

The video is switched back to conference mode. Everyone recovered from the relaxed state just now, and some people couldn't help joking: "Mr. Ji, don't let your wife hide in your room to say hello to you, too stingy?"

"Let's get to know each other." Someone's got to get involved.

At this time, song Qingcheng came in from the balcony, holding the twisted waist in one hand and the wall in the other. If this picture of her was switched to the camera, she would think that she had.

Ji Zhengting eyes subconsciously to her. The fundus of the eye is somewhat thoughtful.

After all, he was still under the camera. He soon recovered and said to the person on the screen, "there will be opportunities in the future. Now the meeting will continue."

He is always silent and smiling.

On the other side.

Song Qingcheng finally moved to the bedside and sat down on the bed. Looking at the serious talking man on the sofa, I didn't deliberately listen to what he was saying. I just felt that the powerful voice was constantly crashing into the eardrum.

His voice is really nice. Especially in the quiet night, like the mysterious piano notes, you can easily stir people's heartstrings.

Serious men are quite attractive. What's more, it's such a beautiful contour and facial features that women are envious of.

Although he is serious on the face, he is more acceptable than cold, and Mature, steady, manly.

Er

Song Qingcheng, when did you have the trouble of being a flower maniac?

I feel that I can't get rid of those messy thoughts. After looking at this two meter wide bed, I begin to struggle again. How should I sleep tonight?

You can't really make her a big yellow girl Sleeping with a strange man?

It's just that he's at work now, and she can't go to disturb him. So It's time to test this man's consciousness.

Song Qingcheng dimmed the light at the head of the bed, then opened the quilt and went in. I didn't feel sleepy, but when I lay in a comfortable bed, I felt sleepy.

This bed is so comfortable. It's the most comfortable bed she's ever slept in. Although the bed I slept in was very comfortable, it was not as comfortable as this one.

Rich people enjoy it so much.

She rolled over the bed, and the neat sheets were crumpled up by her, which would not hurt her back.

……

At the end of the meeting, Ji Zhengting looked at the clock on the wall. It was already more than eleven o'clock. The meeting, originally planned for half an hour, was delayed for more than an hour.

He closed the computer and pressed the heavy brow. Suddenly, aware of a uniform breath, just think of a woman in the room.

When you look sideways, you can see the woman lying on the bed.

He got up and went over. Looking at the woman half lying on the bed, she holds a pillow in her arms and rides a pillow on one leg. The key is that she rides the sleeping pillow he usually sleeps on, and still rides under her thighs

This posture There was no sleep.

If it was other women, even Ji Ling, he would throw her out. But This woman, he can't.

Of course, apart from the women he allowed, no other woman could have access to his bedroom.

The woman on the bed took up most of the bed, obviously did not intend to leave a place for him.

He picked up the remote control from the head of the bed and turned the light in his bedroom to sleep. Then he went to the cloakroom to put on his nightgown and went back to his sofa.

The sofa in the room is usually very spacious. He even wanted to change a small one. But when he went to sleep, he found that the sofa was too small to accommodate him.To be exact, it's not long enough, or he shouldn't be that tall.

All in all, he had to curl up his legs to rest on the sofa tonight.

At night.

Song Qingcheng turned over. In the first half of the night, because I didn't sleep well the night before, I fell asleep a bit. But after all, it's in other people's rooms, and subconsciously there are still conflicts.

In a daze, she reached out and touched her side, empty, no one

She was sober. Open your eyes, through the dim light in the room swept a circle, and then saw on the sofa curled into a mass of black shadow. Although it was just a dark shadow, she was quite sure that it was the man.

She sat up from the bed, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the dark shadow on the sofa in silence.

It is said that this man is not a gentleman. In fact, he is quite a gentleman.

It's just

He is tall and big, curled up on that sofa, must be very uncomfortable?!

The air conditioner in the room is in constant temperature state. At night, the temperature can still feel obviously cold. The man doesn't know if he has found something to cover it?

Thinking like this, song Qingcheng has lifted the quilt and got out of bed. No matter how to say, it's also their own occupation of other people's beds. It can't be too much.

She walked over and saw the man lying on his side with his long legs curled up. She felt uncomfortable just looking at him, but The side face in the dark, sleeping so comfortably.

When he is asleep, whether it is cold during the day, serious at work or serious in negotiation, he is easier to be approached and more comfortable at the moment.

Song Qingcheng recovered and found that the curtain was not closed. This kind of high-grade curtain should be fully automatic. She looked on the tea table, looked for the remote control, and drew the curtain.

Then he went to the cloakroom and looked for it to see if he could find a spare quilt to cover it for him.