After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

After the assistant had packed up everything, she reminded her, "Sister, remember to go back to your room and rest." Jing Zejun replied softly, "Okay." It was not difficult to tell that she was almost asleep.

The next morning, there was a knock on the door. Jingzejun turned over lazily and felt a slight coolness, then he became a little sober.

She sat up slowly, put on her slippers and opened the door.

Jingzejun thought it was his assistant Qiqi, so after opening the door, he ignored the person behind him and went to the bathroom to wash up.

"Qiqi, did you sleep well last night?"

Jingzejun's voice came from the bathroom, and she didn't doubt it because she didn't hear the assistant's voice.

He said to himself: "You don't know, I dreamed all night yesterday. Guess who I dreamed about?" As he said that, Jing Zejun walked out of the bathroom.

"Who did you dream about?"

Standing at the door was Wen Qingyan, holding a copy of Morning in his hand and looking at Jingzejun with a smile.

Jingzejun was in a trance for a moment. Was she still asleep? Was she still dreaming?

Wen Qingyan looked at her confused appearance, and smiled tenderly, "I can always stand at the door, but they should be waking up soon..."

Jing Zejun reacted and hurriedly let Wen Qingyan in.

"Brother Qingyan, why are you here so early?"

Wen Qingyan put what he was holding on the table, lowered his head and laid out the breakfast one by one.

"I saw that you seemed quite interested in the hotel's breakfast, so I brought some for you."

Jing Zejun was slightly stunned, a warm feeling surged in her heart. What she cared about was not that Wen Qingyan got up early to bring her breakfast, but that she just mentioned the hotel breakfast yesterday.

“Come and try it.” Although there were many types of food, the quantity was not very large.

Jingzejun smiled, a smile on his face.

"have you eaten?"

Wen Qingyan smiled and shook his head. He was certainly not here just to deliver breakfast.

Jing Zejun asked Wen Qingyan to sit down and eat together. She sat on the sofa and picked up a crab roe soup dumpling, which was the signature dish of this city. Jing Yi had told her about it several times before she left.

The soup dumplings are slightly hot, and the paper-thin skin and delicious crab roe soup burst in your mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Wen Qingyan was not in a hurry to eat breakfast, but was waiting for Jingzejun's comments.

Jing Zejun smiled and nodded, "It's delicious!" Wen Qingyan stared at her, his eyes and eyebrows showing a little more softness and affection.

Seeing that she was enjoying the meal, Wen Qingyan also picked up a soup dumpling to taste, and it was indeed quite good.

"By the way, who did you dream about just now?"

Jingzejun paused, coughed a few times, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "Ah? No one, Qiqi and I were just joking, hehe."

Wen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask any more questions.

Jingzejun lowered his head and ate the rest of his breakfast, but compared to the amazing soup dumpling, the others seemed a bit tasteless.

It’s not just a matter of food, it’s also the influence of the people around you.

At this time, the assistant pushed the door open from outside, also holding breakfast in his hand.

As she closed the door, she paid attention to the breakfast in her hand, "Sister, are you up? Look what I brought you? Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to eat..."

The assistant opened her eyes wide and looked at Wen Qingyan who was sitting on the sofa. Her first reaction was, did Wen Qingyan sleep here yesterday?! Should I inform Sister Qing to do some dating PR?!

"It's not what you think. He just brought me breakfast."

The assistant sat on the sofa, eating the breakfast she brought with her. There was nothing she could do as her artist had already been fed by other artists.

Fortunately, it would be fine as long as Wen Qingyan didn’t sleep here yesterday.

"Sister, don't I really need to make some PR plans for you first?"

However, she still thinks it is better to make a plan in advance.

Jingze Jun poked his head out of the bathroom and said, "What are you talking about! Eat your breakfast, you have to go to rehearsal later."

The assistant was eating a sandwich and looking at Jingzejun running away, he sighed softly, it was bound to happen sooner or later anyway, why bother to cover it up?

She had watched Jing Zejun's changes all the way through, and she didn't believe that Jing Zejun would not feel anything at all.

……

Jing Yi officially began her daily preparations for the GT Cup. Except for the occasional "harassing" calls from Shen Huaichu, everything went relatively smoothly.

The phone rang on time. Jing Yi reluctantly took off his helmet and put it on the roof of the car. He answered the phone and looked carefully, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Jing Yi's voice was full of teasing, "Mr. Shen, you also reported in on time today."

On the other side, Shen Huaichu had a barely perceptible smile on his face. "I can't help it. My girlfriend is too cool. I can only be a 'good wife' silently."

The smile in Jing Yi's eyes became even more intense. "Well, my good wife, may I ask what did you do today?"

Shen Huaichu looked at the overseas chamber of commerce that was inspecting projects not far away, "Investigating investment projects."

Jing Yi clicked his tongue twice, pretending to be dissatisfied, "Isn't she my good wife? How come her career is so successful?"

"Then what can I do? Should I come and accompany you?"

Shen Huaichu's thin lips were slightly parted with a faint smile. He was serious. As long as Jing Yi agreed, he could return now.

Jing Yi leaned on the racing car, a bright smile spreading across her face, a smile that came from the bottom of her heart.

"Boss Shen, you are so clingy."

Jing Yi had never asked Shen Huaichu to accompany her in training before, and this time was no exception. Shen Huaichu didn't like racing, and she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.

She coaxed him, "Just go to work obediently, so that I can have face when introducing you to others!" Shen Huaichu lowered his eyes and smiled dumbly, his heart couldn't help but become soft, he said: "Okay."

After a few minutes, Shen Huaichu hung up the phone. Looking at the name displayed on the phone screen, he felt a little reluctant. He never knew that he would become such a sentimental person.

"Mr. Shen"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie came over. He was the director of the cooperative chamber of commerce.

Shen Huaichu took the phone and returned to his usual calm and indifferent self.

"Mr. Chen"

The middle-aged man noticed the way he was talking on the phone just now. As a person who had been through this before, how could he not know that the other party was talking on the phone with his girlfriend?

He jokingly asked, "Did your partner check up on you?"

Shen Huaichu was stunned for a moment, then realized what the middle-aged man meant. This word was quite new.

There was an imperceptible curve at the corner of Shen Huaichu's mouth, "No, I'm reporting on my work." The middle-aged man was stunned, thinking he had misunderstood.

But on second thought, Shen Huaichu is the president himself, so who does he need to report to?

Tsk tsk tsk, reporting on work, especially when Shen Huaichu still spoke about this matter with a cold face, the lethality has at least increased by two times.

The middle-aged man laughed dryly a few times, suppressed the goose bumps all over his body, exchanged a few words of greeting, and left quickly.

It's really unbearable. He is already old, and he still has to listen to these young people showing off their love.