Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

After dinner, I continued today's work, reviewing documents and looking at reports. In the meantime, I discussed next year's plans with Lan Xihe.

"How are Gao Yueyue and the others doing since the last time?" She has not forgotten that these two are the protagonists of the real and fake daughters. She is just a background board, so she still needs to pay attention to them occasionally.

"It's a rumor that Gao Yueyue received two compensations from the Qin family but didn't divorce and just made do with her life. Speaking of Gao Yanyan, she's not a bad person and she's pregnant with the next generation."

"Qin Jin's body is broken, and the chrysanthemums are all over the ground. Qin Xiang," he said, glancing at his boss.

"Qin Xiang has some tricks up his sleeve, and Qianxi likes Qianshi Jewelry very much," so he didn't pay much attention to it, and lived a messy life.

"Don't pay attention to it anymore," can you still turn things around like this?

"Gao Yueyue is planning to terminate her contract and move abroad," she said with a frown. It was really no use just as her boss said.

"Just let her go after paying the termination fee. She's just a third-tier player, nothing important." He waved his hand disapprovingly.

It's not easy to get along abroad. Just because Gao Yueyue is good-looking doesn't mean she can get along well.

"It's colder today than yesterday," Lan Xihe wrapped himself tightly in his down jacket and glanced at the boss's white cashmere coat.

"We came out a little late, so it's naturally cold. It's even colder in the early morning." Old Xing said as he turned on the air conditioner and it became warm instantly.

"It's still warm with the air conditioning on. The men's clothing brand sent me a few down jackets. They look good from the current fashion week."

"I guess he saw it sent by Mr. Qin."

"You can pick two pieces for yourself." She wasn't interested in men's clothing to begin with, "Ning Yan prefers fleece coats."

"I'm afraid he'll whisper in my ears," as the saying goes, being with a king is like being with a tiger, and being with the boss is not much different.

"Are you still afraid of this? Have you bought it for the New Year?" he teased.

"That's enough, let's go traveling." Maybe I can meet someone I like, there are too few choices around the boss.

As he was talking, he hurried back to Jinningyuan at eleven o'clock. In the hall, Qin Ningyan, who had arrived early, was lying on the sofa with headphones on, watching something intently. The coat covering his body made him look a little thin, and his fair face had a suspicious redness.

The food on the table has been reheated twice, and the porridge is still steaming. Millet and pumpkin are good for the stomach. I sit beside and drink the porridge with a little curiosity in my eyes. What is I looking at?

"Qingqing? Why are you scaring me?" Realizing that someone was approaching, he looked fierce but actually held the phone under his body.

"What are you looking at? You can't show it to me? And your face is so red?" He reached out and touched his face thoughtfully, something was wrong.

"Didn't the resource that Brother Chen gave me allow me to play the role of the Fourth Prince of Emperor Ming? These are some really good-looking materials." He said this with red ears, and he looked really good indeed.

"Really?" Something was wrong. It was a bit strange. Where did the information come from before the filming started? The artists only had the first two sections.

"Qingqing, there's really nothing." He turned over and sat up, looking serious, "Why did you come back so late today?"

"I'll trust you for now," he got up and went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Wait, this is a pair that I asked someone to make from over there. Can we each get one?" He took it out from behind.

There are two bracelets, one red and one black, with names engraved on the copper plates. They are very typical antique bracelets made of tourmaline.

"You also know this?" He stretched out his hand and gestured.

"You can also use it as a small rubber band. When you see it, you will think of me." Put on the red one, "the bell will ring."

"That's thoughtful. I like this gift very much." He bent down and tapped Qin Ningyan's brow, "You can see it if you want, okay?"

He watched Jiuli disappear in the elevator, his face flushed, his eyes flickering with the scene he had just seen.

"Really?" He put the bracelet on his hand and looked at the area covered by the coat, feeling inexplicably irritated.

I hung the cashmere coat in the laundry basket next to the bathroom and went in to take a shower. There was a glass of red wine and macarons beside me. I enjoyed the evening to the fullest and stayed in the bath for half an hour before coming out.

"Master," Ling Ling was depressed. He also wanted to eat. "Can we go to a place without surveillance next time? There are surveillance cameras everywhere here."

"Then you have to try hard to find his location."

"Okay." He nodded happily.

She applied various skin care products and essential oils, and took off the mask. Although she was almost 30, she looked like a girl in her early 20s. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and she had the aura of a superior.

Lying down in the warm quilt, she was pulled into Qin Ningyan's arms, and at the same time he reached out to turn off the light. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her thin waist, and her fingertips trembled when they touched the warm skin.

"Sister, I've warmed the quilt," he said with a lot of scheming, pressing his little hands to touch his abdominal muscles, "Let sister touch it."

There was a strong hint of bewitching in his words. His dark phoenix eyes stared straight at the neatly dressed Jiuli. In the dim light, one could see that she was wearing a long satin dress with velvet.

"Take the initiative? Hmm?" He lowered his voice and pressed with his fingertips, "You are not a well-behaved person, why are you pretending?"

"Qingqing doesn't like me being well-behaved?" His expression changed. What was that? He pressed her slender waist towards him with his hands.

"Of course I like it," he said, not caring at all. He opened his mouth and bit the tender flesh beside his ear. "I like it more this way."

"I tried to make my sister like me more,"

The breeze by the window caressed the curtains, heavy snow fell and embraced the earth, and as the pointer pointed to two o'clock, everything was silent.

The curved phoenix eyes were filled with smiles that seemed brighter than the morning glow. The bony fingers changed from pressing on the shoulders to hugging the waist. Looking at her most perfect masterpiece, she even liked to leave a mark.

"Sister, you are so beautiful," more beautiful than in the daytime.

Leaning in Qin Ningyan's arms, her eyes dazed, she let him tidy up and lay down again, completely ignoring the pain in her back.

Before he woke up, there was no sign of bad nature in him and he was very well behaved. But when he opened his eyes, he felt his legs go weak.

"Qingqing? Get up?" His hands were still on his waist. Thinking about the numbness in his tailbone last night, he really enjoyed it.

"Well, don't bother me so early in the morning," he took his hand off his waist, his voice hoarse, "you can get up later."

He used his wrist to pull Jiuli, who was sitting up, down, pressed her in his arms and deliberately made trouble, which made him sweat all over.

"Greedy," he bit hard and left a tooth mark in annoyance.

I got up and took a bath to relieve my fatigue, and at the same time took a pill recommended by Lingling. It is really effective and worth buying.

The clothes in the closet were all matched, a long velvet lace skirt with a slightly heavy drape, a pink woolen coat and a pair of white sneakers. She walked down the stairs sideways, with her long hair tied up with a white headband.

"It snowed yesterday, but not particularly heavily," Aunt Zhou came out of the kitchen and made her favorite chicken wonton soup and brought it to the table.

"Auntie Zhou, please make more dumplings. You have days off from New Year's Eve to the 15th day of the lunar year." After taking a sip of soup, his voice returned to normal and he decided to go back and reunite.

"Okay, boss. Thank you, boss." The girl mentioned yesterday which day she would have a holiday, and she would definitely pack more.

"If you have a good cook, please recommend him to me. I will hire you next year." Eat takeout? Some people sell unhealthy food.

"No," Really not, well done and the employer is stable.

"That's fine," he put down his bowl and chopsticks, "He likes to drink porridge, just heat it in the pot, don't worry about him getting up late."