The Romantic CEO

Jiang Yichen's hand tightened a little more. Alcohol eroded his central nervous system, which made his whole face numb and his tongue stiff. However, he seemed to say anxiously, "no Don't go. "

She lowered her hand and looked back at him. Her eyelashes trembled. For a moment, her heart seemed to be hit by something. She held out her hand, gently stroked Jiang Yichen's face, and gently said, "I won't go."

She leaned down and approached his face. Her voice was extremely gentle: "Jiang Yichen, do you know who I am?"

Her hand was still on his face, thinking that if he knew the wrong person, she would slap him again.

Jiang Yichen frowned and seemed to be thinking, numb at the corners of his lips and unable to say a word.

Thinking slightly sighed, looking at the man's appearance, my heart suddenly gave birth to a lot of reluctant and pity.

If she does go, what will he do?

Do you want to go back to your old life? You don't take your body as your body. It's like a high-speed machine. You only work at full power. Or it's like the constanton watch on his hand. It's precise to every minute.

Or would he marry another woman, but would that woman have her love for him, without reservation, simple and pure, even life can not be needed, that woman can do like her, remember all his preferences, the woman will like her, tell him to drink less, will he drink milk after drinking, help him change clothes?

I can't think of it anymore.

She slowly opened Jiang Yichen's hand and went to get a hot towel.

The floor of the room was warm and warm as spring. She wiped his face, changed his pajamas and covered him with blankets. After all this, she was exhausted and sweating, and the bath was in vain.

However, she was still glad that Jiang Yichen did not vomit. She took a long sigh of relief and stretched out a stretch. As soon as she turned around, there was a "wow" sound behind her back, followed by a burst of wine.

Thinking about it:

She pressed her knuckles and stifled the impulse to hit him back.

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It was noon the next day when Jiang Yichen woke up. He was drunk. In short, he was broken. He propped up his forehead. He found himself lying on his sofa, wearing navy blue pajamas and blanket. It seemed that he had been sent back by Yanxi yesterday. After that?

He patted his head and felt half of his face was wooden.

The sun came in and the room was full of light. Jiang Yichen reached out and touched his face. It was a little swollen and painful. Was it edema?

When he went to the bathroom on the first floor to wash his face, he found that his left face seemed to be a little swollen. Yesterday, he had a dream that he was slapped, oh, more than one.

When Jiang Yichen finished washing, she was already sitting at the table. She pointed to the milk at hand and asked, "I just had hot milk. Would you like to drink some?"

Jiang Yichen came over and sat down with his left face covered. After staring at her for a while, he put down his hand and asked, "is my left face bigger than my right face?"

The appearance of care is a little guilty, the eyes are not straight, but still pretend to look and will say: "no, almost." The mouth said this, but in her heart she thought that her hand was not so heavy, that strength can make him swell, but next time we should pay attention to, not only smoke one side, the two sides together symmetrical best.

"Is it?" Jiang Yichen frowned and narrowed his eyes: "I had a dream yesterday that you hit me."

"Oh, what is your dream?" "How can I beat you? And the dream and reality are opposite." He looked at him calmly, and there was no guilty look in his eyes.

After he vomited yesterday, he couldn't help slapping him in the face when he was about to clean it up. This time it was a little heavy, and Jiang Yichen snorted.

After waking up from a hangover night, Jiang Yichen had a headache. He also felt that he had been plotted by others after he was drunk. However, he had a calm look on his face and pushed the warm milk over: "drink some!"

Jiang Yichen was puzzled and thought that maybe he was really drunk and unconscious, so he had a strange dream.

Today is Saturday. It's more than ten o'clock in the afternoon. Aunt Rong will come to make lunch. She sends a wechat to ask Jiang Yichen what to eat for lunch?

Jiang Yichen pressed his eyebrows and felt tired: "you make it. I'm a little tired. I'll go upstairs and have a rest."

Jiang Yichen didn't go downstairs until lunch time. After lunch, he went upstairs to call him. However, he was not in the master bedroom. He stood at the door of the study. The door was closed. You could hear Jiang Yichen's phone call inside.

It seems that the issue of Tokyo hotel design is being discussed.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Jiang Yichen pressed down the phone: "come in."

"The meal is ready," he said

"Well!" Jiang Yichen arranged the documents on the table and got up. He saw that he was leaning against the door with the back of her hand. She gazed at him and asked, "it seems that you haven't invited public bidding for the design of Tokyo Hotel?""Well, I commissioned the studio design of a friend I knew before." Jiang Yichen came to the light road and did not explain it. I went downstairs for dinner.

He has to open in the afternoon, so he has no time to stay. After a quick lunch, I was ready to go out to the company.

Today is the Lantern Festival. I think it will be a Saturday. Both of them have time to eat Lantern Festival together in the evening. The idea passes through my mind once and then passes by. I just tell you to drink less wine if you have social intercourse tonight

Jiang Yichen adjusted his shirt tie and nodded: "good!"

Two people get along with each other is gradually flat. In the afternoon, they go to the community supermarket to buy some osmanthus and wine, and prepare to make their own wine dumplings in the evening. It's 20 minutes from home to the community supermarket.

Standing in the refrigerator to choose the Lantern Festival, a familiar voice came from behind: "do you also buy things here?"

Thinking back, her eyes were full of surprise: "Mr. Wen, how are you here?"

"I moved. I'm in the Yongle residence near here. I haven't finished the decoration. I'll buy something first."

"Don't you work in Kyoto? How do you move here and rent a house?"

"No, I bought it." Wen Jingfan said with a smile: "originally I wanted to rent a house, but this year I have a very important project. I will work here, so I just bought a house. It will be more convenient in the future."

These people are really rich. They can buy the house as soon as they want.

He looked at the food in his hands, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "today is the Lantern Festival, oh, cook the Lantern Festival in the evening, is it convenient to take me?"

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