Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

Li Qingwen had just attended a small employee promotion assessment meeting and had just returned to the office when he saw Zhou Yongan walk in.

Zhou Yongan rarely wears a dark blue suit, and his tie is neatly tied around his neck, making him look deep and solemn.

He was holding a delicate little basket filled with bright red cherries in his hand and walked towards her lightly.

Zhou Yongan handed the cherry basket to Li Qingwen, then picked up an apple on the table and took a bite without hesitation.

"Use this information as an assessment point and find a time to organize this group of interns to do some settlement," he said.

Li Qingwen took the information and asked doubtfully, "Any questions?"

Zhou Yongan did not answer directly, but sat down on the sofa next to him: "You can take a look and judge whether there is any problem."

After he finished speaking, he put down the half-eaten apple and closed his eyes tiredly. His sleeping face was firm and deep, and even when he was resting, he exuded a majesty that could not be ignored.

Li Qingwen threw him a blanket, then lowered his head and began to carefully look through the project information in his hand.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yongan woke up and looked at his watch, then turned to Li Qingwen: "How is it, did you see any problem?"

Li Qingwen nodded: "Is this Huayu's real case, or are you making it up?"

Zhou Yongan sat up straight: "It's true."

Li Qingwen took a deep breath and pointed out seriously: "First of all, the company's revenue is inconsistent with the invoice. Secondly, the company's main business and the park where the production base is located are not in line with common sense. We need to conduct an on-site inspection. In addition, from the customer flow it provided, it is suspected that there is a family relationship based on the names, so this loan should be doubted."

After listening to her statement, Zhou Yongan's face, which had been gloomy all day, finally brightened up a little: "I think you really should go into business."

Li Qingwen: "This information is really good for assessing interns."

Zhou Yongan stood up and walked towards Li Qingwen, with a crescent smile on his handsome face, revealing his white teeth: "Then how do you thank me?"

Li Qingwen avoided his gaze without leaving any trace: "Didn't I thank you? You ate my apple."

Zhou Yongan lowered his eyes to look at the half-empty cherry, then raised his eyes to look at Li Qingwen: "Then you also drank a lot of my cherries, which offset it. I think this way, let's go home together after get off work tonight, and you can let me have a meal."

"..."

It has been a long time since Zhou Yongan last had the food cooked by Mrs. Fan, and he missed it a little.

Jiyue Mansion.

Mrs. Fan hadn't seen the warm scene of the Second Young Master and his wife appearing at home together for a while. She was so excited that she served five dishes and a soup.

A combination of meat and vegetables, rich and delicious.

There was no candlelight or red wine today, just the two of us simply sitting face to face and eating.

Zhou Yongan has begun to miss such simple happiness.

It seemed that he really enjoyed taking care of her while she ate. Zhou Yongan's chopsticks never stopped. He would put the dishes that Li Qingwen could easily reach into her bowl: "Eat more. You are too skinny and don't have any meat on you."

Li Qingwen said softly, "Why do you need to be sensual?"

Zhou Yongan choked. Indeed, he could only watch now and could not touch or even touch anything.

Li Qingwen finished speaking and his face turned red as he realized it belatedly.

That fair face was stained with an intoxicating blush. Zhou Yongan's heart was moved when he saw it. The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he started talking about what happened last night.

I couldn't help but bring it up: "What date was it in August of the year before last? I remember it was on the sofa over there. I also remember you were wearing black stockings, and you were the one who hosted -"

"Zhou Yongan, are you done yet?"

Li Qingwen felt embarrassed and annoyed, and his whole body was instantly surrounded by heat.

Zhou Yongan's smile remained unchanged: "Count on your fingers how long I have endured for you. Aren't you touched at all?"

During this year, he had such thoughts, but he couldn't solve them. He could only abstain from sex and devote himself to his work.

Li Qingwen didn't understand why he was so moved: "Isn't it me?"

Isn't it right to be a virgin in marriage? Why do you want to make it seem so great that you didn't cheat?

Zhou Yongan smiled and said in a playful tone: "Are you also enduring? In fact, as long as you need me, I can serve you at any time."

He started up his reckless tone again.

Li Qingwen: "You like to serve so much, I don't believe you have never served others."

Zhou Yongan: “…”

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she said confidently, "I guess I was right."

Zhou Yongan glanced at her with a serious look: "I'm not a volunteer in that field, what do you think of me?"

Li Qingwen coughed and said calmly, "Who told you to bring up that topic during dinner?"

"So what's the number?"

"?"

Zhou Yongan said: "That time, it was the 99th time I kissed you, so you have to think about what number it was."

What a memorable date.

Li Qingwen: "Nervous."

After a while, Zhou Yongan saw her burying her head and eating silently, and couldn't help but pull her: "Why is your face so red? If you are hot, take off your clothes."

Li Qingwen pursed her lips, dusty memories surging in her mind. She recalled the scene of her and Zhou Yongan cuddling on the sofa on that windy night.

Li Qingwen raised his head and glared at him: "I'm not hot."

In the following days, Zhou Yongan, who also lived in Jiyue Mansion, not only got free dinner but also free breakfast.

Although Li Qingwen felt a little helpless, he didn't say anything seeing that he could eat on time every day.

Sometimes after dinner, Zhou Yongan wanted to stay a little longer, so he competed with Mrs. Fan for the job of washing dishes, and then helped to clean up Little Wukong when he was done.

So the task of taking care of little Wukong's eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and bathing fell into Zhou Yongan's hands.

When Zhou Yongan was giving little Wukong a bath, Li Qingwen stood by and watched.

Zhou Yongan: "Do you have anything to say?"

Seeing that he was asking seriously, Li Qingwen said, "Be gentle."

Then, he was gently splashed with water by Little Goku.

Zhou Yongan held the wet little Wukong in his arms, dried its fur, and glared at Li Qingwen: "Are you punishing me?"

Li Qingwen was amused by his appearance of not daring to take revenge on Little Wukong and having to swallow his anger: "You were the one who wanted to wash it, I didn't ask you to do it."

Zhou Yongan thought about how Li Qingwen had been taking care of this ugly dog ​​over the past period of time, and suddenly he felt a little sour: "You take care of it so well, but you don't care about me."

Li Qingwen reached out and took Little Wukong: "You have your own hands and feet, and you still need someone to take care of you."

Zhou Yongan looked down at his wet clothes and simply took them off: "I'll take a bath here."

Li Qingwen was in a hurry to blow the little Monkey King's hair and ignored him.

After a while, Zhou Yongan's voice rang out from the bathroom: "Li Qingwen, help me get my pajamas in."