Belong with me,My Girl!

East Chen lay on her side, hugging her body, and her lips rolling and kissing at the corner of her cheek and eyes, over and over again.

"Ink, tired?" The voice was full of satisfactions.

It's gentle.

Xia Zimo ignored him, eyes confused to see the void, I do not know what to think.

The answer of dongfangchen is not the promise she wants. But if she asks again, she really asks not to export.

Dad taught her before, no matter love or money, do not ask people to beg, your dignity is the noblest, my daughter is the noblest.

Think of dad, summer purple ink eye angle began to wet.

"What's wrong?" Oriental Chen found that the lips suck the tears from her eyes, and her hands also hold her tighter.

He just too heavy, little woman, taste too good, soul - killing, they have not for a long time He was too emotional for a while.

"Ink," turned her head, saw her cheeks red tide did not fade, like petals as delicate.

After the flowers are moistened, they show the most beautiful and delicate posture.

Oriental Chen heart move, have a feeling again.

Xia Zimo pushed him and said, "I'm hungry."

"I'll cook dumplings for you."

What does he say? Purple ink looks up.

As soon as Dongfang Chen slipped up from bed, dressed, he went.

Xiazimo blinked, how did not expect to have such treatment.

Prime's president can cook dumplings?

Hearing the sound of opening the refrigerator, the president of the Orient came in with a bag of frozen dumplings, and asked earnestly, "ink and ink, how to cook this dumpling?"

Xia Zimo blinked again, and it took a long time to respond: "well , put some water in the pot, and when the water is open, put the dumplings in, and cook it. "

"Good, you wait, cooked to call you," dongfangchen patted her face, a face doting and excited.

Xia Zimo felt the cold left by his fingers on his face, and did not respond to it.

So the president really went to make dumplings for her.

She lay in bed and looked down her cell phone, almost eleven.

"I asked Xuanxuan to marry her again. You said I would like to agree."

Xia Zimo replied: "Da Zhong is true love to you, can promise.".

Xuanxuan replied quickly: 'hum, look at his performance. If he can move me, I will promise.'.

After a chat with Xuanxuan for a while, Xia Zimo got up in a sleeping dress.

Is dumpling cooked?

Quietly walked to the kitchen door, saw the president waving the shovel, boiling dumplings in the shovel pot, white and white heat transpiration his handsome white face.

The president really cooks dumplings.

The scene was so handsome.

Xiazimo quietly picked up his mobile phone, took two pictures for him, the president cooked dumplings, take out to sell can sell a lot of money.

Dumplings may have been cooked for a long time, and they have been boiled a lot. The President uses chopsticks and shovels to pick only a few of the dumplings that have not been boiled. They are picked into another bowl, and they are full of fun and hum small songs in their mouths.

I think I'm proud to cook a dumpling.

He picked up a bowl. He wanted to end it. He took it. Ah, it was hot. He pinched his ears with his hands and put it on a dishwashing cloth. Then he picked it up.

"Ink, get up and eat dumplings," cried my aunt.

At the sight of the purple ink in the door, she gently smile: "ink, come to eat."

The light was hot, summer purple ink looked at the dumplings in their bowl, although they had been selected, but there were still several broken, the Oriental Chen bowl was even more, almost all of them were broken.

East president ha ha ha smile, some embarrassed, very confident to say: "next time cook, certainly will not boil, eat quickly, eat quickly." He said he also put a dumpling in his bowl, which was not broken, into the summer purple ink bowl.

Summer purple ink scooped up, blew into the import, eat.

I have a sweet and happy taste.

Oriental Chen asked her with her face: "is it delicious?"

"Summer purple ink gives him a big smile:" delicious. "

I am sure that the president is very proud and has a good taste.

Is not all frozen dumplings this flavor, it is difficult to cook different people, but also cook different flavor.

Xia Zimo ate dumplings, and when she thought of Xuanxuan's words, her sweetness gradually turned into bitter. She looked across the corner, eating the Oriental Chen of boiled dumplings like a big boy, but she didn't speak out her heart.

After eating dumplings, they were all over 11 p.m., and they slept in arms.

Summer purple ink is almost asleep.

Hearing the Oriental Chen holding her, she said softly: "ink, I have prepared 500 million red bags for you in the new year. Happy No."

She gave a faint hum and muttered, "a lot."

Then I fell asleep.When she woke up the next day, she seemed to have a little impression. She was not sure how much she said.

Five hundred million? He's joking.

Today's two or three, one day's work today, one day's shift tomorrow, and then the annual leave, oh yeah, hooray!

The girls were so happy that they kept talking about what they would like to buy for the new year. Ann was careful to say that this year, the whole family went to Hainan Island for a holiday, which was very beautiful.

During the last two days at work, the girls were restless and noisy all the time. Han Shao went out twice with a straight face and then slowly calmed down.

Xia Zimo is a rare meditation, has been working on the design draft.

In the past years, when she was studying abroad at University, she was very excited when she thought about the Spring Festival. She wanted to go home soon and accompany her parents every day.

This is her third year out of the house.

Last year, the year before last, she was with her mother two people, unspeakable desolation.

This year is even more desolate. Her mother is abroad, and she is the only one.

I think of the man who cooked dumplings for her last night, and my heart is full of warmth. The man said that he would spend a happy Chinese year with her.

Is thinking of the mobile phone rings, is the East Chen call.

"Hello, Mo Mo, don't walk around after work. I'll pick you up. Do you hear me?" I don't want to call her after work in the afternoon.

She was very obedient and said, "well, good." in fact, she asked for him.

Ann carefully seizes the opportunity to ask Xia Zimo whether the company has asked her to sign a contract, and quizzes about Han Shao's annual salary.

Xia Zimo is determined not to disclose a word to her.

although an is warm and kind-hearted, she has one shortcoming: gossip and big mouth. If she knows about it, the whole company will know it.

Xia Zimo knows a lot about the company through her mouth. For example, Han Shao is getting more and more popular, and is almost becoming an idol. After the magazine was published and the show's great success, Mr. Han really became a famous man.

The magazine that had reported on him wanted to invite him to do an interview again, but Han Shao refused. In line with the traditional low-key work style of the Han family, the success of the brand depends on his own strength, rather than relying on external publicity on how much money his family has, what assets and what background he has.

Ann is careful and tells Xia Zimo that it's going to be a holiday. There are many girls coming to their company to ask if they can recruit designers next year. All of them are young and beautiful girls, all aiming at Han Shao.

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