I love you, Mr.Commander

Lin Qing took a shrimp and sent it to the entrance absently. She bit off all the skin. Then she came back and saw that there was no man in front of the table.

"Mommy, you're eating skin again." Orange quickly grabbed the motionless shrimp in Lin Qing's bowl and began to peel it. It took a long time to pick out the shrimp meat. It was incomplete.

Lin Qing remembered that every time a man peeled it perfectly. Her eyes were dim and she had no appetite.

Cooked rice, filled with light porridge, brought it into the bedroom, and Mu Li slept again.

The bowl of porridge was placed in the usual place for men to eat. She couldn't tell the taste from the bottom of her heart.

Orange held his paw and handed it to Lin Qing under his eyes: "Mommy, eat."

Looking at this small face similar to Mu Li, her extremely complex mind relaxed a little.

When Muli woke up, the clock went to 9:40. He heard a slight breathing sound. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked to his side. Lin Qing lay on his side, half of his body tilted to him, so as to check his situation at any time.

The man's fingers ran through her long hair, careful not to disturb her, and the shallow hooked lips kissed her in the middle of her eyebrows.

Lin Qing stayed up all night last night and stayed up all day. At more than eight o'clock, he couldn't hold on. He fell into bed without even covering the quilt.

Mu Li opened the quilt on his side and covered Lin Qing. With his body temperature and familiar breath, he immediately wrapped her whole body.

Feeling his presence, Lin Qing turned over and rolled her under the quilt. The man was helpless. Seeing that she didn't want to wake up, he got out of bed and left the bedroom.

The bowl of porridge was still on the kitchen table. He warmed up, and the aroma of the porridge filled the space. The porridge was floating with finely chopped green vegetables, which made him feel comfortable.

When he regained his energy, he sat at the table and drank porridge. The orange smelled and came. He ran up and hugged the man's leg: "Daddy, orange too."

Mu Li sat his son on his lap, changed a small spoon and fed him one mouthful at a time. He ate half a bowl of shrimp for orange dinner and drank porridge. He was full without two mouthfuls.

The little guy hiccupped, consciously wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, smiled and scooped up a spoon of clear porridge and sent it to the man's lips: "Daddy, open your mouth."

Mu Li drank it. Orange didn't hold the spoon firmly. The tip of the spoon crossed the corner of the man's mouth, and the thick porridge pulled out a slender and transparent line.

It's sexy.

Orange smiled back and forth in the man's arms. Then he looked funny and did something wrong. He looked like you beat me and quickly took paper to wipe daddy's face.

Mu Li didn't care. He put his son in his arms and let him go after eating porridge. Orange wanted to get into the master bedroom while the man was washing the dishes. He was found mercilessly. Muli took him back to the small room.

"Daddy, the teacher left homework and must finish it with mommy and daddy."

Orange put his hands behind his back, raised his small face and said it seriously.

Mu Li picked his eyebrows and swept to the small desk. "What homework?"

Orange lifted up the semi-finished drawing paper on the desk and proudly unfolded in front of the man: "the teacher said to let mommy and daddy comment."

Mu Li catches it. It's a picture of a family of three holding hands. Orange doesn't skillfully draw three people with a brush. There are snowflakes all over the sky. Next to it is a snowman as tall as orange.

Lin Qing said that it is orange's long-standing wish to make a snowman with him.

Mu Li returned the drawing paper to his son: "when it snows in winter, I'll take you to pile it. In the future, I don't have to draw and imagine."

Orange extended his little finger: "draw the hook."

Before the man spoke, his little finger wrapped around the man's finger.

Lin Qing stood at the door and saw this scene. Silently, she bent her mouth. Mu Li covered her with a quilt. She woke up and lay down for a while before she came out. She saw her father and son drinking porridge and their promise to make a snowman.

"Mommy, daddy said he would make a snowman with me." Holding the drawing paper, orange ran to Lin Qing and raised it in the same position, "look, this is what I drew."

"How nice." Lin Qing praised him. As soon as he looked up, he was looking at the man with deep eyes. He was spoiled.

After Mu Li deleted the text message, he put the mobile phone back in his pocket and didn't let the content of the text message break the peace of this rare moment.

Jiang Tong just came out of the laboratory. His assistant came forward with joy, holding paper of different sizes in his hand: "boss, you reported it again."

"You can change it next time."

"Boss, you are invited to a medical meeting."

"Push."

"Boss, it's time to settle your salary this month."

"No money."

Jiang Tong threw away those messy things. He didn't reply after the text message was sent just now.

He's not worried at all?

I'm really dying for a woman.

The assistant saw through the boss's mind and smiled: "boss, there's a situation. Have you found a boyfriend?"

Jiang Tong's tall figure and high heels are not much different from her assistant. She put one hand on her assistant's shoulder and pressed down: "why, are you interested in me?"

"No, No." The assistant was scared to death and shook his head madly.

A chill flashed in Jiang Tong's eyes.

Dai Ze returned to his apartment after he was discharged from the hospital. He returned home late for dinner today. When he opened the door, he saw Ren Jiao sitting on the sofa and looking through the information. He looked focused and serious, as if he didn't notice his existence.

From the day he was hospitalized to the day he returned, Ren Jiao didn't visit him once. Once a woman is cruel, she is more ruthless than anyone.

He pulled off his tie and didn't feel much about her lukewarm attitude. It's good to avoid bothering him all the time.

He changed his shoes and went straight back to his room. When he passed Ren Jiao's room, he glanced at it. It was funny. They have lived together nominally and have always lived separately.

After all, both of them are dealing with it.

"Dai Ze." Ren Jiao looked up when she heard the footsteps and saw the man's tall back. She shouted out to him. Naturally, she was plain, "tomorrow we will talk about the project with Mo Shi. Don't forget."

Dai Ze glanced back, ignored and turned back to the master bedroom.

Ren Jiao continued to lower her head and turn over the information in her hand.

It's not necessarily bad for them to live like this.

She marked tomorrow with a marker pen on the calendar, sorted out the information Dai Ze needed and put it on the table. After doing this, she relaxed her nerves, rubbed her eyebrows, looked tired and ready to go back to her room.

Just as she was about to close the door, the opposite door opened. Despite the narrow corridor, she saw the man's face at a glance.

A little stunned, she despised herself in the bottom of her heart, then moved away and closed the door again.

One foot is grandly blocked.

"What are you doing?" She was alert in her heart. Unexpectedly, she kept moving in her hand. She was stunned to push the door panel and hit the man's instep hard. She saw his feet squeezed in the crack of the door.

Dai Ze easily opened the door and took a panoramic view of her room. Finally, his eyes were fixed on her face. He glanced at the V-neck bottomed shirt she was wearing after taking off her coat: "come out."

Ren Jiao was relieved and uncontrollably disappointed. He would never walk into her room.

Stop, what is she expecting?

When she was distracted, she looked up again and found that she had followed Dai Ze to the table. She saw him pick up the information and bumped: "is this your preparation?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what a secretary should do?"

"I know."

As a secretary, she is always an angry role. He doesn't have to be considerate in public or private.

Dai Ze threw the information back on the table: "redo."

"These have met your requirements and do not need to be redone." This tone is neither humble nor arrogant, but also routine. It's annoying for no reason.

Daze looked at her, and she looked at daze.

The two were so deadlocked.

"Mr. Dai, it's getting late. If there's nothing else." Burnout hit. Ren Jiao forced herself to open her eyelids to face the difficulties of men just now, but now it's almost a little faster. Can you talk about it tomorrow?

Even if he's the boss, it's private time.

Dai Ze interrupted her, and suddenly approached unprepared. He bowed his head and got very close. His low voice had some temptation: "you will be there tomorrow."

Such a distance could detect his breathing. Ren Jiao's face changed slightly and her reaction was very fast. She stepped back and left a gap between the two: "I'll rest tomorrow."

"You're resting," Dai Ze didn't retort. Looking at her flustered face, he clasped her wrist and pulled her in front of her, "but you still have to be there on time."

"Mr. Dai, I have no reason to go there. Moreover, I have something to do tomorrow." Ren Jiao opened her mouth. Only then did she notice that he drank half of the red wine on the table. When he came back from entertainment, he poured and drank himself. Was he addicted?

"What's up?" He dragged and dragged, making her little resistance useless at all.

He pressed her down and squeezed her between the table and him, like the ambiguity of kiss or non kiss. But the action in his hand did not exceed the moment, and he never touched the places that should not be touched. Ren Jiao suddenly realized that this was another trick to tease the warning?

Ren Jiao gently clenched her teeth and tried her best to maintain her facial expression. When talking, their lips were about to touch: "I do private things in my private time. Dai should not take care of it."

Dai Ze still wants to speak. His mobile phone vibrates. It keeps ringing since just now. He presses to hang up, but he sees that Ren Jiao has already taken the opportunity to push him back to his room.

The mouth of the glass presses the corner of the lip, and the red wine in it is drunk in one gulp.

Ren Jiao didn't sleep well all night. Dai Ze didn't knock on the door after returning to the room. Maybe he was just on a whim, and she.

She wants to resist his charm at any time.

Make up to cover the dark circles under his eyes. Looking in the mirror, you can still see the light dark blue at present. Ren Jiao gets up early. At this point, he is either working or just sleeping. He doesn't return until the morning for several social engagements.

As a secretary, she is used to it.

Can it be used as another identity?

She put aside the delusion she shouldn't have, put aside the expensive high heels in the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of flat bottoms.

Today is the day to volunteer in the children's welfare home.

Ren Jiao parked her car at the gate of the welfare home. It was still early. Only two female teachers were chatting in the yard. The age difference is not much. Ren Jiao is very familiar with them. She says hello and walks into the yard. The swing swings gently with the wind.

"Come so early." One of the teachers was surprised and asked her to sit together. "I don't have much rest on weekends."

She wanted to rest, but how could she sleep like that last night?

If he wants to be ambiguous in the future, how can her heart be completely broken?

The two teachers knew something about her appearance. They called her close and said with a smile, "what's on your mind? Have you lost your temper with your fiance?"

Ren Jiao's engagement to Dai Zong was also heard among their teachers.

Ren Jiao shook her head and changed the topic: "how are the children?"

"I'm clamoring to play with you. I can't control it." Another teacher mentioned that the children were smiling, and then became more serious. "Another abandoned one was found on the steps at the gate of the hospital two days ago."

"Really?" Ren Jiao smiled, "how old?"

"I look two years old, but I can't speak." The former teacher sighed with regret, "she is very cute. She is a little girl with very white skin."