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

Wen Yan was inexplicably worried. Ji Hanshi saw what she was thinking and comforted her, "I will let them continue to look for you. You must get back what you have been wronged for."

"Ah."

Wen Yan felt at ease with Ji Hanshi by her side.

She sat up and wanted to get out of bed and walk around, but accidentally leaned on Ji Hanshi.

"hiss--"

Ji Hanshi took a breath of cool air.

Wen Yan noticed something was wrong and asked suspiciously, "Are you injured?"

"nothing."

Ji Hanshi's expression was very indifferent.

"I don't believe you, take off your clothes."

Seeing that Ji Hanshi didn't move, Wen Yan took the initiative to take off his coat.

Ji Hanshi looked helpless and didn't know how to stop him. After taking off his coat, Wen Yan opened his shirt and found that he was wrapped in gauze.

Her eyes suddenly turned red: "It's so serious, and you still say it's nothing. When did you get hurt?"

Ji Hanshi said, "Although I was prepared for the explosion in Zuiren Building, I was still affected. However, it is not serious. The doctor said that I will recover in two weeks."

As he said this, he raised his hand to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, when you cry, my heart hurts more than the wound."

Wen Yan curled her lips.

"It's only been a few days. Are you studying linguistics? You speak so corny."

Ji Hanshi smiled, his handsome eyes and eyebrows shining brightly.

Hold her gently in your arms.

"It's not corny, it's my true feelings."

**

Looking up from his workstation, Qingyue rubbed his sore neck and sent a message to Shengyanzhou.

[Mr. Sheng, is there any news about Wen Yan? ]

Shengyanzhou replied quickly: [Yes]

Qingyue was overjoyed: [How is she? ]

Shengyanzhou: [Let’s go to Liyuan tonight, I’ll tell you]

Qingyue agreed without hesitation.

Because she worked two extra hours, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Qingyue arrived at Liyuan.

The house was brightly lit. Zhao Duo stood at the door and winked at her.

Qingyue didn't understand and walked in confused.

Sheng Yanzhou sat on the sofa, his long arms resting on the armrests, smoking a cigar in a lazy manner.

Seeing her come in, Sheng Yanzhou said leisurely: "You are the first person who can make me wait for an hour. You have become quite capable recently."

Qingyue finally understood what Zhao Duo was hinting at, and Shengyanzhou got angry.

She put down her canvas bag, walked over, and apologized very skillfully: "Sorry, I'm working overtime."

"Why, your class with a monthly salary of 3,000 is more important than me?"

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Sheng Yanzhou's beautiful mouth.

Qingyue corrected him, "Although my current salary is over 3,000, my base salary will be 6,500 after I become a regular employee, plus commissions and performance bonuses."

"Oh, sorry, so your class with a monthly salary of 6,000 is more important than me?"

Sheng Yanzhou's smile was cold and dangerous.

Qingyue was completely unaware of the danger and looked at him with a very innocent and uncomprehending look.

That expression seemed to say: What else?

Sheng Yanzhou didn't expect that she was too lazy to even explain, so in her heart, the job with a monthly salary of 6,000 was indeed more important than him.

"hehe."

The veins on his forehead twitched, Sheng Yanzhou angrily extinguished his cigarette, stood up and left.

Qingyue quickly caught up with him: "You haven't told me what happened to Wen Yan yet!"

Sheng Yanzhou paused and narrowed his eyes.

"It's not my business?"

"you--"

Qingyue pinched the hem of her skirt, feeling a little helpless.

Turning her head, she saw Zhao Duo not far away winking at her frantically and mouthing to her, "Coax her!"

Qingyue suddenly understood.

She walked over with small steps, held Sheng Yanzhou's hand, and whispered, "Mr. Sheng, I'm sorry, I made you angry again."

"How dare I be angry with you? After all, I'm not even worth six thousand dollars."

Shengyanzhou gnashed his teeth and looked like he wanted to eat the person alive.

"I did not mean that."

Qingyue shook her head. "It's just that work is very important to me. President Sheng, you... you are also a very important person."

"Really?"

Sheng Yanzhou raised his eyebrows to express his disbelief.

Qingyue nodded: "Although you have a bad temper and like to force people, you have helped me a lot."

Sheng Yanzhou's eyebrows jumped: "Are you praising me or scolding me?"

Qingyue bit her lip and thought it would be better for her to say less.

She took out her phone, opened the picture and said, "To thank you for helping me get my diploma, I plan to knit you a scarf. I've picked out some patterns and colors. Take a look at which one you like."

"Knitting a scarf?"

Sheng Yanzhou looked puzzled, but when Qingyue took out her phone, he still took a look.

But he really couldn't see what was special about these patterns.

He seldom wears a scarf, and even if he does, it's a solid-color Italian wool scarf. This is the first time I've seen one as colorful as the one in the picture.

"You don't like it? Forget it."

Qingyue observed Shengyanzhou's expression, quickly put away her phone, her face flushed a little.

Hey, I originally thought that giving something handmade like this could express sincerity.

I didn't expect that people would look down on it.

Come to think of it, everything Shengyanzhou uses is high-end, so how could he be interested in something like hers that only costs a few dozen dollars?

"Then do you want to eat? I'll make it myself. I'm a pretty good cook."

Qingyue asked again with anticipation.

Sheng Yanzhou frowned: "I don't like the smell of cooking fumes in the house."

Qingyue: "..."

"Oh, that's fine."

She slowly lowered her head, and the light in her eyes gradually disappeared.

It seems that if you want to make Sheng Yanzhou happy, there is only one way, and it is also the only way that Sheng Yanzhou is interested.

"I... am going to take a shower."

Qingyue turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Looking at her inexplicably lost back, Sheng Yanzhou always felt that something was strange.

Not far away outside the door, Zhao Duo sighed.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Sheng Yanzhou glanced at him coldly.

Zhao Duo immediately smiled and said, "Sir, how dare I? I just have a little suggestion for Miss Qingyue."

"What advice?"

Sheng Yanzhou sat on the sofa and picked up the matches impatiently.

"I'd like to make it clear that I didn't eavesdrop on you on purpose. I just overheard her wanting to knit a scarf for you."

Zhao Duo smiled and said, "You may not know that for ordinary people, the scarves they knit by hand are given to the closest people, such as lovers."

Sheng Yanzhou was just about to light a match, but when he heard this, his hand shook and he failed to light the match.

He looked at Zhao Duo in astonishment: "Really?"

Zhao Duo looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "Really, when I was in college, my first girlfriend also gave me a colorful scarf, but unfortunately I didn't cherish it at that time. If God gives me another chance, then I..."

"Shut up and continue talking about Qingyue."

Sheng Yanzhou interrupted him coldly.

Zhao Duo continued, "Also, who do women usually cook for? Their husbands! Why do you think Miss Qingyue not only knits a scarf for you, but also cooks for you?"

Sheng Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Go to the HR department tomorrow and double your salary."

After saying that, he threw down the match, stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Thank you, Master Sheng!"

Zhao Duo walked happily into the yard. Seeing him smiling so happily, A Yao said, "Did you get new dentures? You're smiling so proudly."

Zhao Duo chuckled and said, "I think I have grasped the essence of salary increase."

A Yao's eyes lit up: "What is it? Teach me quickly, buddy will buy you a drink."

Zhao Duo hooked his finger and A Yao moved closer.

Zhao Duo whispered: "When spring comes, the iron tree blooms."

Ah Yao looked puzzled and scratched his head, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Duo shook his head: "This kid is incorrigible."