Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

At the convenience store on the corner, Qingyue was daydreaming over a hot drink when her cell phone rang.

At first glance, a hint of fear flashed across his eyes.

The ringing sounded like a death warrant, as if it would not stop unless she answered it. Qingyue slowly pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Yanzhou's voice was magnetic and deep: "The driver is outside, get in the car."

Qingyue was stunned and looked out the window, and sure enough, she saw the car across the street.

"Is...is something wrong?"

Qingyue thought he didn't have a good time tonight, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

"Haha, so scared?"

Shengyanzhou laughed mockingly, "You have no place to live?"

"I do. I usually live in the staff dormitory, but it's too late today and I don't want to disturb everyone."

Qingyue said truthfully.

"You are so considerate."

Sheng Yanzhou sneered, "Get in the car."

"No, I can stay here for one night."

Qingyue was a little flustered, "I also brought some information and planned to write a paper."

"Do you want me to say it a second time, or do you want me to come to you in person?"

Sheng Yanzhou didn't care about her excuses at all, and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Qingyue bit her lip and gave in: "I know."

After packing her things, she got in the car.

The driver said kindly, "Ms. Qingyue, don't blame me for being nosy. It's not safe for a girl like you to be alone at night."

"Well, thank you."

Qingyue nodded, knowing that the driver meant well, although she didn't want to see Shengyanzhou again.

Back to that box again.

Thinking back to what happened an hour ago, Qingyue just wanted to run away.

Sheng Yanzhou pointed to the sofa and said, "Sleep here tonight."

Qingyue hesitated for a moment: "Then can I write my paper here?"

"Whatever you want, but don't make any noise or I'll throw you out."

Sheng Yanzhou turned around indifferently and closed the bedroom door.

Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, took out the book she borrowed from the library, sat on the floor and started reading.

**

A quiet night.

The next day, Sheng Yanzhou got up, opened the door, and was stunned to see the girl sleeping on the coffee table.

Then I remembered that I let her stay overnight last night.

Over the years, he was very concerned about having someone in the room when he slept. Even in the Sheng family, he had an entire floor to himself.

Sheng Yanzhou walked over and lowered his eyes.

The frail little body lay quietly on the book, revealing a slender white neck with a few strands of hair falling on it, and a mobile phone was placed next to it.

There was a folded leaflet in the book. Sheng Yanzhou wanted to see it clearly, so he bent down.

Perhaps his aura was too strong, Qingyue suddenly woke up and looked up abruptly.

boom!

"hiss--"

"what!"

Qingyue covered her aching head and looked towards Shengyanzhou in pain.

Sheng Yanzhou looked even more embarrassed, he covered his chin, his handsome face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"sorry."

Qingyue was a little grumpy when she woke up, but she didn't dare to vent it on Shengyanzhou, so she quickly bowed her head and apologized.

Sheng Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and glanced at the coffee table with some disdain: "You drool so much, how many words did you write in the paper?"

Qingyue looked at the puddle on the coffee table and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

Suddenly she remembered something, exclaimed "Ah", and quickly turned on her cell phone.

The page on the phone was a document containing a half-finished draft of a paper. Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately it was saved."

A slender hand reached out and ruthlessly snatched the phone away.

Just flipping through it casually, one will get a cold sneer: "Is this your economics paper?"

"Well, what's wrong? Is it not well written?"

Qingyue was a little nervous.

Sheng Yanzhou threw the phone into her arms and smiled: "How should I describe it? A pile of garbage? No, a pile of pollutants. It will pollute my eyes when I look at it."

Qingyue looked depressed.

"Mr. Sheng, how come your tongue is even more poisonous than that of our mentor?"

After she finished speaking, she realized something and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to contradict you."

Sheng Yanzhou looked at her calmly: "Okay, scold me first, then apologize to me. If I argue with you, it means I'm stingy, right?"

Qingyue stammered: "No, but you can't belittle the fruits of my labor like this."

Sheng Yanzhou smiled speechlessly.

He picked up her phone and pointed at the content on it and said, "This theory is at least eight years old. There are already new calculation models. And here..."

He spoke for ten minutes in one breath.

Qingyue was stunned.

Sheng Yanzhou said with a sneer on his face: "Do you understand? If this isn't a pollutant, what is it? I've looked at this thing of yours twice. Can you compensate me for my mental damages?"

Qingyue swallowed her saliva and spoke slowly -

"Um...can you say it again? I didn't have time to remember it."

Shengyanzhou's eyes froze for a moment, and the veins on his forehead twitched visibly.

Qingyue said tactfully: "It's okay if you don't want to say it."

She lowered her head and eyes, her eyelashes covering her eyes, and blue veins were faintly visible on her fair skin.

Sheng Yanzhou couldn't help but recall the time when he held her in his arms and bit her neck, and the strong blood color that appeared under her fair skin.

The Adam's apple moved slightly.

Before Qingyue could react, she was picked up and carried towards the bedroom.

"Mr. Sheng!"

"Shut up!"

**

Zhao Duo waited at the door for half an hour, looking at his watch from time to time.

"It's weird."

Mr. Sheng’s schedule has always been more standard than a robot’s. How come he is still not seen so late today?

He wanted to push the door open, but then he remembered that Qingyue was still there.

What if Mr. Sheng really breaks the rules for this woman, and he sees something he shouldn't see, won't he be chopped to pieces on the spot?

The cell phone rang again. Seeing who was calling, Zhao Duo picked up the phone immediately.

"Hello, old lady!"

His face was all smiles.

"Bullshit! You let that brat Yanzhou answer my call!"

As soon as she came up, Old Mrs. Sheng started to scold her.

Zhao Duo hesitated: "Uh, well, Mr. Sheng is not very convenient at the moment."

"Inconvenient? I think you two have planned to fool me. He is afraid that I will urge him to get married, so he deliberately didn't answer the phone!"

Old Mrs. Sheng was extremely angry.

"That's not the case, old lady."

Zhao Duo covered his phone and whispered, "I want to tell you something, but don't say it was me who said it. Mr. Sheng has a woman, and the king doesn't attend the court early."

"Really?"

Old Madam Sheng's voice trembled, and she was obviously happy. Then she continued, "Could it be some vixen? Those women who throw themselves at him every day are annoying to look at. It's better not to have them!"

"No, no, no, this is different. Master Sheng is planning to bring her to see you!"

Zhao Duo tried his best to comfort the old lady.

"Okay, I'll go to Haicheng this afternoon and meet you at the old place. If you don't bring a woman, I'll tear your head off and kick it like a ball."

Old Mrs. Sheng hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Duo shuddered, touched the back of his neck, and turned to look at the door.

Two hours later.

Zhao Duo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the door.

The door finally opened.

Sheng Yanzhou, looking refreshed, appeared in front of him wearing a meticulously handmade black suit.

"Master, you finally woke up!"

Zhao Duo shouted as if he had seen his savior.

"Keep your voice down."

Shengyanzhou spoke threateningly and glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"what?"

Before Zhao Duo could react, Sheng Yanzhou turned around, sat back on the sofa, and leisurely lit a cigar.

Zhao Duo brought over a document: "Master, this is a new project that needs to be signed urgently."

Sheng Yanzhou flipped through it casually and signed his name smoothly.

Zhao Duo looked towards the direction of the bedroom and asked bravely: "Qingyue..."

"Fell asleep."

Sheng Yanzhou closed the file with a snap and threw it to Zhao Duo.

Zhao Duo was shocked.

You know, Mr. Sheng’s bed is not allowed to be contaminated by any living creature. Even if a mosquito lands on it, the sheets must be changed.