My dear President, Please make a detour

Qin Zijin tightly pursed his lips and looked at Xi Shen without saying a word.

Xi Shen looked at her and was surprised that he had said the wrong thing.

However, the scene in front of him was too dazzling.

Xi Shen grimaced and became silent.

"Ah Chen, I'll go first. I'll see you next time." Qin Zijin said, pinching Jian Qianyu's palm.

Jian Qianyu led her away. Before leaving, he looked at Xi Shen coldly.

In the car.

When Qin Zijin was almost home, he found that Jian Qianyu's face was wrong.

Although Jian Qianyu was habitually cold at ordinary times, he seemed to be vaguely angry when he was here.

"Jian Qianyu?" Qin Zijin looked at him blankly and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

Just for a while, how did the mood change?

Jian Qianyu said nothing.

Until he got home, Qin Zijin grabbed Jian Qianyu and asked again in a persistent tone, "what are you angry with?"

Jian Qianyu's face was cold, and his deep eyes were full of coolness: "what's the relationship between you and the man just now?"

"Friend." Qin Zijin looked at his face and suddenly had an incredible guess in his heart.

"Jian Qianyu... Are you jealous?"

After Qin Zijin asked, he thought it was impossible.

Who is Jian Qianyu? Although they are married now, they still know how much sincerity there is between them in this marriage.

After seeing Qin Zijin's question, he shook his head in denial.

Jian Qianyu's face became colder and colder.

"What did you call that man?" Jian Qianyu narrowed his eyes and his eyes became dangerous.

Qin Zijin was stunned.

Jian Qianyu leaned close to her and said, "say."

Qin Zijin subconsciously stepped back, and his tone was stammering: "just call, call ah Chen..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. Qin Zijin thought about it. His name was Jian Qianyu, or did he even have his first name and surname, while calling another man was a close nickname.

No wonder Jian Qianyu is angry about the difference between them.

Qin Zijin pursed his lips and looked around unnaturally.

Finally, he reached out and touched Jane Qianyu's arm and shouted, "Qianyu..."

Jian Qianyu's eyes were still cold.

Qin Zijin lowered his head, his ears turned red and shouted again.

The sound was as low as a mosquito. It was almost inaudible.

Jian Qianyu's eyes flashed a touch of joy, but it was fleeting.

"I didn't hear what you just said." Jian Qianyu looked at her coldly.

Qin Zijin raised his head and broke the jar: "call you ah Yu."

"If you don't like it, change it again." Jian Qianyu deliberately made trouble.

Qin Zijin said, "brother Yu."

Jian Qianyu hooked the corner of his lips, attached his thin lips to her ears, and a cold, low voice sounded: "very good. In the future, call me this in front of outsiders. When there are only two of us, call me husband."

Qin Zijin is really incompetent to accept the shameful title of husband.

"Don't push an inch!" Qin Zijin said unbearably.

Jian Qianyu's cold eyes narrowed slightly, with a faint threat in his voice: "are you really not going to call?"

"No!!" Qin Zijin answered firmly.

That night, Qin Zijin cried and chirped in a dumb voice, begging for mercy in bed.

After calling, Qin Zijin closed his eyes and refused to open it again to face someone.

The next morning, the sun leaked in through the window.

Qin Zijin opened his eyes and seemed to be scattered.

Barely sitting up, I heard the sound of washing in the bathroom.

"Wake up." the handsome man in a suit and shoes, who had packed himself, walked to the bed with a cold voice.

"HMM." Qin Zijin rubbed his eyes vaguely. After a moment, he woke up completely.

"Jane... Brother Yu." Qin Zijin changed his title after touching Jian Qianyu's eyes: "my clothes..."

She was still wearing Jian Qianyu's oversized clothes in her pajamas last night, and now she remembered that she was directly picked up by Jian Qianyu yesterday and didn't bring any clothes at all.

Hearing her words, Jian Qianyu went to the wardrobe and opened the door in front of her.

Half of the huge wardrobe was filled with Jian Qianyu's clothes, while the other half was filled with all kinds of women's clothes.

Jian Qianyu looked at Qin Zijin, who was shocked. He seemed happy.

"This is the wardrobe in the bedroom. The real cloakroom is next door. Clothes have been prepared for you and all cosmetics have been bought." Jian Qianyu said faintly.

Qin Zijin got out of bed and turned over the clothes in the wardrobe.

All of them are all kinds of big brands, and even several are customized works by internationally renowned designers.

"You..." Qin Zijin didn't know what to say for a moment.

Jian Qianyu's behavior is really considerate to her.

Qin Zijin's face was slightly hot. She thought that Jian Qianyu was trying to be a good husband.

Qin Zijin casually picked a dress from inside and put it on.

After breakfast, seeing that Jian Qianyu had not left, Qin Zijin wondered, "why haven't you gone out at this time?"

"Wait for you." Jian Qianyu said concisely.

Qin Zijin was even more confused: "what are you waiting for me?"

Jian Qianyu's eyes were suddenly cold: "the injury on your forehead can't be done, so forget it?"

He is a simple and modest man. Not everyone can bully him!

Qin Zijin touched the gauze on his forehead, and his eyes were full of cold.

"You don't have to go there." Qin Zijin said, "I can go back alone."

Jian Qianyu's cold eyes suddenly sank, and his words could not be refused: "I'll go back with you."

Qin Zijin opened his mouth and saw that his face was heavy. He didn't say anything at once.

When they arrived at the Qin family, it happened that Qin Zijin also met an acquaintance.

She once talked about her boyfriend for several years. Now, she is Murong yuan, Qin Chuyue's fiance.

"Zijin, you're back." Qin Zhenglong didn't care much about Qin Zijin's injury.

Chu Yue said that she accidentally met it, and Chu Yue was frightened at that time.

Qin Zhenglong's casual eyes changed when he saw Jian Qianyu.

"President Jian." Qin Zhenglong smiled, "you're here too. Please sit down."

Then he took another look at Murong yuan and smiled even more: "today is a good day. Everyone in the family has come. Zhilan, let the nanny prepare the dishes. Today, our family has a good meal."

Lin Zhilan nodded, her eyes a little unpredictable.

Murong yuan, who was sitting next to Qin Chuyue, looked gloomy.