9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

"Anyway, you have to use a car when you go out. It's more convenient to buy one yourself."

"So it is." Song Qingcheng agreed with this.

When she has a house in the future, she will also buy a car.

But

Never hit a luxury car again.

When I got to the company gate, I didn't ask for it for about five minutes. It's really convenient.

Song Qingcheng gets off the bus and says hello to Su Yu. Su Yu told her to remember to take the medicine. She answered and asked Su Yu to go back to have a rest.

I'm sure I didn't sleep well when I was taken care of all night. Today, I got up so early to buy her breakfast and send her to work. I'm really sorry.

She stood at the door and watched Su Yu leave. When she looked back, she suddenly saw a Rolls Royce parked on the side of the road. Then, the rear door was pushed open and a tall figure got out of the car.

Song Qingcheng was standing there, looking at the man who came in the golden light, he was stunned.

When he came to her, she came back to herself. Without saying anything, he turned and walked in.

Ji Zhengting saw that she didn't look good and didn't trouble her, so he went in. Song Qingcheng stood in front of the elevator, waiting for the elevator. Seeing that the man was coming, she said in her heart: hurry up, hurry up, don't go with him, don't go with him.

Just as she was talking, the elevator finally opened, and she rushed in almost a second without stopping; then she slammed the close button.

She was relieved to see the elevator door close slowly.

But what are you running away from?

He's not a devil. What do you have to be afraid of?

It's the boss. You're not making mistakes, you're not late, and you don't have to be afraid of him.

Yes, not afraid!

But

Why doesn't the elevator seem to move?

With a "Ding" sound, the elevator slowly opened again.

Song Qingcheng saw the man at the door of the elevator with a big "muddle" on his face.

What's the situation?

She looked at the number of floors in the elevator, only to find that she was busy closing the elevator when she came in, and didn't press any floor at all

So, song Qingcheng, can you be more stupid?

Ji Zhengting looked at the embarrassed little woman who wanted to disappear in situ, and saw a trace of pleasure. He walked into the elevator and nodded slowly on the floor.

Song Qingcheng takes a step back quietly, and doesn't want to have eye contact with him, even if it's Yu Guang.

Fortunately, he didn't laugh at himself.

The elevator is rising rapidly. Suddenly, the elevator shakes, and then the sound of "stabbing" is heard. The lights in the elevator flicker restlessly.

Song Qingcheng instinctively rushed up to seize the man's clothes. Just as she was nervous and scared, the flashing light of the elevator suddenly stopped, and the elevator fell into darkness.

Song Qingcheng's breath stagnated, "what's the matter?"

Open your mouth. Your tongue is tied up.

Compared with her tension and fear, Ji Zhengting is calm and comfortable. He pressed the red button, and there was a few rings, but no one answered.

At this point, is there no one in the security center?

"It's over. You're going to suffocate here?" Song Qingcheng whispered to himself, and suddenly thought of the lovely little bun, with sour nose, "no, I want to call the little bun..."

After that, she looked for her mobile phone in a panic.

All of a sudden, the elevators went straight down.

"Ah Song Qingcheng screamed in horror, and the phone he just touched fell off. She wanted to squat down to pick it up, but it was too dark to see anything.

Ji Zhengting frowned, pulled her over to protect her in his arms, and took her back to the corner.

Fortunately, the elevator didn't fall all the time and stopped in mid air.

Song Qingcheng holds Ji Zhengting's clothes tightly, and his palms are covered with cold sweat. Hold one breath, until the elevator really stopped, dare to slowly relax.

Ji Zhengting can feel the tension of the people in his arms. In fact, when the elevator sank just now, he was also a little nervous. Worry about falling too hard and hurting his child.

"What's the matter?" Ji Zhengting asked the child in his arms.

"No It's OK. " Song Qingcheng's voice trembled violently.

"Not afraid?"

“……” Nonsense, can you be afraid? But at this time, I'm sure I'm not in the mood to fight, "now What now? "

"Stay." Can't find people to help, can only wait for others to find the elevator out of order.

Song Qingcheng was a little depressed and thought he could have some good ideas. Later, he found that he was held in his arms, and he also grabbed his clothes, and the two people were very close, and his breath was on her head, shrouded for a while.

She pushed him uneasily, trying to get out of his arms.

"Don't move!" The man gave a warning.Song Qingcheng was a little unhappy by his roar, "President Ji, you are such a big company, but the elevator is a defective product, you are not afraid of people's jokes."

“……” It seems that she is not so afraid, even in the mood to sarcasm him, "without a defective elevator, can we have such a good chance of love?"

Song Qingcheng's face was burned, and he felt the rhythm of fever again. But she's not afraid now, she can't see five fingers, even if she blushes to the explosion, he can't see, "it seems that the recruitment of President Ji has become very familiar, really worthy of being a master of love."

The last four words, she deliberately read out word by word.

"It looks like it can be used again today." Ji Zhengting is pressing in her ear. Her low voice is in the dark, with a pleasant texture and a trace of Ambiguous.

Song Qingcheng breathed hard and regretted that she had provoked him just now, "go away!"

She pushed him.

"Not afraid?" He did not retreat.

“……” In fact, I'm still afraid that the elevator will sink as it did just now, but I still said stubbornly: "I'm not afraid at all!"

After that, Ji Zhengting retreated. It's just that the elevator suddenly wobbles again.

"Ah Song Qingcheng hugs him in fright. A heart in my chest is about to jump out of my throat, "bang bang" straight.

Fortunately, she didn't have a heart attack, otherwise she would have had a sudden cardiac arrest.

Ji Zhengting raised his lips. I raised my hand and tried it on her forehead. The temperature was normal. It seems that the man took good care of her last night.

Think of here, in the heart super uncomfortable, "he took good care of you last night?"

"It was good." Song Qingcheng didn't even think about it and answered it, saying the truth.

"How did you take care of it?" He cares about that.

Song Qingcheng hears that there is something else in his words. She just thinks that he's boring, and she doesn't want to return. Want to get out of his arms, but also afraid of the elevator sinking, finally, she just moved a small step, a little bit out of his arms.