The female star is obedient and domineering, and she has a crush on me

"Okay, your friend will withdraw his good guy card from you. I'm going to take a shower." Ziyi was very familiar with the structure of this house. She knew exactly where the bath towel was. But when she took the bath towel into the bathroom, she found that Qin Yuhuan had prepared it for her.

She couldn't help but stick her head out to look outside, "Why didn't you tell me you got it for me?"

Qin Yuhuan hummed, "An inconspicuous surprise?"

Ziyi laughed: "Okay, I was surprised."

The bathroom door was closed again.

Qin Yuhuan hung up his shirt and pants and packed his things.

When Ziyi left, she also took away a thermos cup from Qin Yuhuan's home, filled with a cup of fruit tea.

"If you want to find a dinner partner, come to me. I'm running out of time. We can talk later."

There was no time for the slow-moving Qin Yuhuan to say goodbye, and he took three steps at a time with his long legs.

There was no other way. In order to urge Ziyi to take over as soon as possible, Zhao Fengzhuo was particularly strict about her full attendance. The HR department was almost standing at the company gate watching the clock to calculate her attendance. If she was late by a second, she would lose her full attendance.

As a girl with a basic salary of only 1,500 yuan, but with no upper limit on her attendance, all of which depends on her parents, whether Ziyi is happy or not this month depends entirely on how many times she punches in.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have skipped work to visit Qin Yuhuan and would have begged her father to punch in for her. Although full attendance or not is just a matter of Zhao Fengzhuo's words, she still had to put in some effort to show it.

Qin Yuhuan stood in the corridor and watched Ziyi hurriedly get into the car. The car gradually went away until it could no longer be seen. Only then did he look away and go home.

She wiped the candy jar that Ziyi gave her clean and put it on the bedside table.

The sugar jar was very ordinary, like a tin box for cookies, with a long-eared rabbit printed on the lid.

Qin Yuhuan reached out and tapped the rabbit's ears.

"Ziyi." She called softly.

No one responded to her gesture, and she didn't expect a response.

On the other hand, Ziyi was working a dizzying shift. Zhao Fengzhuo seemed determined to help her retire early, and he increased her workload almost every day.

Ziyi, who originally worked in a leisurely department, changed offices again and again during this period, and today he moved completely to the office next to Zhao Fengzhuo. His salary increase was as fast as a rocket.

Ziyi seemed to be hollowed out, but Zhao Fengzhuo became more refreshed. He was late for work and left early every day, and would come to work slowly after sending his wife to work. By that time, Ziyi had already attended several meetings and worked non-stop for several hours.

Occasionally, my dad would have to leave early to help out at his wife's company, or find a branch of his own to make milk tea for the whole family.

Ziyi turned the pen with a cold face, "Dad, have you seen the bumps on my head?"

Zhao Fengzhuo took a serious look at her several times after hearing this. "Why? Did she get acne from staying up too late? My daughter never had acne during her puberty. That's good. It's a belated youth."

Posture: ...

"This is the bump caused by your abacus beads."

Zhao Fengzhuo pretended not to understand, and went back to the office to get the bag. He couldn't hide the joy on his brows, "Your mother said that there is a project that is difficult to decide, so Dad went to take a look. The office has given it to you. How much money Dad will give you as a New Year gift this year depends on whether Yiyi can help Dad make more money."

Posture: ...

I really want to hit her father on the head with the pile of documents in my hand.

Complaining to my parents was fruitless, so I vented my grievances to the small group of three.

Shen Zhiming was laughing like a goose at home. In the 15-second long voice message, he was laughing for all 15 seconds without saying a single serious word.

Qin Yuhuan remained silent and did not respond. This must be because Fang Jinyao had signed her up for an acting intensive class, specifically for the Jinxi social class exam.

You can't just go on with all your outrageous acting skills. Not everyone is like Fang Jinyao, who has the ambition to "turn mud into gold bricks."

By the time the calendar turned to July 1st, Ziyi had already earned a little fame in Jincheng's business circle.

After all, she had the memories of her previous life as a foundation, and she led Zhao on a reckless charge with great momentum, saving herself a lot of unnecessary detours from her previous life.

In the past, Xiaozi was always given the title for Zhao Fengzhuo's sake. Now, Xiaozi is the symbol of the princess of the Zhao family. At least within the Zhao family, people are satisfied with Ziyi as the heir.

After getting off work late at night, Ziyi thought about it and called Qin Yuhuan.

Qin Yuhuan's conversation seemed to have just ended as well, and someone could be heard saying goodbye to her on the phone.

"Sister Qin, do you want to take a ride?"

Seeing a fellow overworker who shared the same pain, Ziyi didn't seem so miserable anymore and laughed and joked.

"I'm at Tianhe Building, do you want to pick me up?"

Qin Yuhuan was not polite either, "If it's not on my way, I can come find you. Jin Xi has an exam tomorrow, maybe I need a word of encouragement in person?"

"Of course it's on the way." Ziyi put on her headphones and stepped on the accelerator. "At such an important moment, let alone you on the other side of the Tianhe River, it would be on the way even if you were on the other side of the earth."

Moreover, she really liked Qin Yuhuan's personality of directly expressing his needs and ideas.

Qin Yuhuan kept laughing on the other end of the phone, "It looks like you just got off work too."

"Ah, there's no point in saying this. I got off work early today and I lived in the office for the past few days," Ziyi said sadly, "Luckily I have a few days off later, otherwise I would have exploded."

"What would it be like if Xiaozi exploded?"

Qin Yuhuan looked towards the intersection. At this time, there were still many cars on the road, and it was bustling and lively. "Which direction are you coming from?"

"I'm coming from the company. Guess which intersection I'll appear at. If you guess right, there's a prize." Ziyi looked at a piggy bank on the passenger seat. "If you guess wrong, there's also a prize. Just guess whatever you want."

Qin Yuhuan looked for the road sign, with a soft light flowing in his eyes, "I have a road sign for the intersection of Tianhe Road and Xianghe Road. I guess you will come from this intersection."

"Congratulations, Ms. Qin Yuhuan, you have won a big prize, the special prize." Ziyi glanced at the camera at the intersection, and after the car passed, she secretly stepped on the accelerator.

The way he secretly accelerated while hiding from the camera was simply too sophisticated.

Unfortunately, God is not on her side. Ziyi, who often breaks the rules, didn’t know that there were more cameras on the road taking pictures because of the summer vacation. Of course, that’s a story for later.

The car stopped steadily in front of Qin Yuhuan and the door lock was unlocked at will. When Qin Yuhuan opened the door, he saw the little rabbit on the passenger seat. When he picked it up, there was the sound of a coin shaking.

"I promised you that I would give you coins every day for a month." Ziyi explained with a smile, "I was too busy this month and didn't have time to ask you to be my dinner partner."

Their daily contact is just occasional private chats and group messages.

However, Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan were both busy, and their private messages seemed to have a time difference. One sent a message at 2 o'clock, and the other replied at 5:30 in the morning.

Or I send a message at lunch time and only have time to reply to the next message in the early hours of the morning.

I don't even say fifty sentences in a month, including a dozen good nights and a dozen good mornings, and the rest is even less.