9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

The atmosphere, inexplicable embarrassment down.

But he didn't mean to leave. Song Qingcheng didn't want to leave him on his own initiative, and it was even harder to drive others away. So, the atmosphere is deadlocked like this.

Song Qingcheng looked at him. They are now their own boss. It's impolite for them to stand in such an awkward position. When song Qingcheng stood upright and was ready to open his mouth, Ji Zhengting first stepped into it and sat down on the sofa.

He is not polite at all.

The boss has sat down by himself. Of course, she, as an employee, will go and accompany her.

He sat dry, looking quite a few minutes waiting for her to pour water.

The point is, she doesn't have a water glass here!

"That I just came here today. I don't have a spare water cup. " Song Qingcheng explained.

Since he is the boss, we should put aside personal matters and treat him as the boss. There is no need to be nervous or restrained.

But are you nervous?

Ji Zhengting's eyes swept around her office and finally fell on the rainbow sugar water cup on her desk. Song was not happy to reflect his intention.

Ji Zhengting knew that she had understood her own meaning, so he had time to speak, "I don't mind."

“……” The corner of song Qingcheng's mouth smoked, really want to explode rude, but, the brain constantly remind himself, people are now the boss, "sorry, I mind."

Ji Zhengting's deep eyes fixed her, and her eyes were deep and shallow. "A man who has been kissing countless times, do you mind?"

Song Qingcheng's face turned red with a brush, and he was slightly annoyed. "Mr. Ji, in your work, is that how you adjust to your subordinates?"

Ji Zhengting stands up, tall, suddenly stands in front of him, song Qingcheng subconsciously retreats. I didn't find how close to him when I was sitting. How did he suddenly get so close after he stood up?

What the hell!

Ji Zhengting went to her desk and saw the flowers on the desk, the yellow water in the cup, and the smell of ginger

He can't help but pick it up and drink it.

Song Qingcheng opened her mouth and tried to stop her, but it was too late to say

Ji Zhengting put down his cup, took a napkin from the table and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Can't you smell that ginger tea?" Song Qingcheng asked him. She remembers that Ji Zhengting didn't seem to like ginger. Besides, she prepared the ginger tea for herself.

She felt that she had a little cold, so she bought it when she went out.

"Smell it." Ji Zhengting replied.

“……” Make complaints about the song, but at last, what did not come out? Seeing that he hasn't left yet, she said coldly, "if there's nothing wrong with Ji, I'll work."

Obvious eviction!

Ji Zhengting gave her a deep look. It was the first time that he was expelled by his own staff, and only she dared!

And

It's ok

How could it be okay?

He hasn't even asked where she's got his son?

"Where are the children?" Asked Ji Zhengting.

"Why, does Mr. Ji care about employees, even their personal affairs?" Song Qingcheng was angry in her heart, and her words were not so pleasant to hear, and there was a lot of irony in her words.

"If you answer me, don't make me angry." Ji Zhengting just calmly looked at her, calm eyes, but like hiding a surge of anger.

"Sorry, I have nothing to say." Song Qingcheng's stubborn attitude.

Ji Zhengting's face is expressionless, and his long arm reaches out to her without giving her any chance to react. Song Qingcheng's whole person has been taken into his arms. Two people, close distance.

"You let go!" Song Qingcheng became angry and pushed him hard.

This person, let her come to work, is that what he did to her? If so, she is really blind!

"When did you become so disobedient? Well Ji Zhengting's long finger raised her chin and made her look at herself. His eyes are still very flat, the tone is the same.

But what song Qingcheng saw was his suppressed anger, and the tiredness of his eyes. Then I found out that he didn't look well.

However, she will no longer think that it is his physical problems, but there is no doubt that it must be excessive last night, so that today's class can not be.

It's just

How crazy is it that you can't even come to class?

"There is a distinction between obedience. In my work, I must be obedient to Mr. Ji, but in addition to my work, I'm sorry, I have no obligation to listen to Mr. Ji. "

Ji Zhengting's eyes were a little cold, and her deep eyes fixed her, which seemed to be displeased. He spins his body and rubs song Qingcheng uneasily on the big palm that falls on her back.

"Ji Zhengting, what do you want?" Song Qingcheng was really afraid of him, or there was no way to take him. She couldn't escape from him, and she didn't want to tangle with him any more.But he never let go of himself.

"Don't you know what I want?" Ji Zhengting light mouth.

"Of course I don't know!" Song Qingcheng did not hesitate to give an answer, but also ironically smile, "like Ji always such a romantic man, yesterday can hold his fiancee to spend a good night, passion for a night, even lost his job, how can ordinary people like us understand?"

Her words, every sentence with irony, sharp words.

Ji Zhengting's face was cold and heavy, and he was about to drip water. "Who did you say went to romantic last night?"

He was in the hospital last night till now. He didn't sleep all night. He waited for the old lady to get through the dangerous period. When he heard that she was here, he rushed to see her. When he came here, she put on such a high hat.

Song Qingcheng was angry. Seeing that he didn't admit it, she wanted to expose his hypocritical face. She laughed sarcastically, "who do you say you don't know? Didn't you go to your fiancee's birthday last night? What about? Have a good time, isn't it exciting? Otherwise, how can Ji Da, who has always been a workaholic, even ignore his work? "

How ironic that is.

Ji Zhengting's face was frosty. He looked at her coldly and keenly, as if he was going to stare her through.

Want to explain, suddenly in front of a black, body shake.

Song Qingcheng noticed his situation. Moreover, he turned pale and wanted to ask, but he choked back when he thought that people were so romantic last night.

In the end, Ji Zhengting just dropped a cold eye and left.

Song Qingcheng was in a good mood on his first day of work, but he was in no mood to work.

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