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The word "late" emerged in Jiuli's mind, and she slowly opened her eyes. No, she was the boss, so what if she was late?

In front of me was fair skin with several creeping red fingerprints on it. Yes, they were the marks she left yesterday. I struggled to get my head out from under the quilt.

"I'm late once or twice, so what? I have the final say." Jiuli stood up, and after a moment, she put her cold hands on Gu Jingnian and asked with great interest, "Are you cold?"

"Leng," he raised his hand and pressed Jiuli's palm, "Qingqing."

"It's very warm, I'm not cold at all." As he said that, he snuggled back into the quilt and deliberately rubbed against Gu Jingnian's shoulder.

"If you don't want to get up, just lie down. The wind is blowing in." Gu Jingnian's eyes were full of helplessness, and he used his arms to hold down the person who was doing the wrong thing.

"Hmm." Jiuli, who was being held down, suddenly fell on Gu Jingnian and groaned, "I don't want to get up. Wait a little longer."

"Okay." Gu Jingnian agreed and pulled the quilt tightly to cover the two of them.

"You are so warm." Just like the little sun, she likes it.

"Don't make trouble." Are you really not worried at all about the noise so early in the morning? "Qingqing, you don't want to be unable to get up later, do you?"

She stayed in bed for another ten minutes before she finally got up with difficulty. It turned out that going to work was her lifelong enemy!!!

"Our Qingqing is the most beautiful," Jiuli's eyes flashed with obvious surprise as she looked at him coming out after changing her clothes.

He reached out his hand and walked down the stairs together, looking up from time to time.

"Why are you looking at me? You look at me every day, aren't you tired?" Jiuli shook her hand and held it tighter.

"I can never see enough," he raised his eyebrows. Can't see enough?

"You are the only one who knows how to talk. Is your mouth filled with honey?" He sat down and served himself a bowl of angelica and mutton soup.

"I'm telling the truth. How could you and I get tired of seeing each other?" He really wanted to be entangled with them day and night.

Just like last night, letting go? That's impossible!

"You said that. I didn't say anything." He put down the dishes and chopsticks, lowered his head and drank the soup seriously. Wow, it was so delicious.

"Well, it's all my fault. Come on, eat more. Look how much thinner you have become," Gu Jingnian thought to himself that girls look better when they are a little fatter, while constantly picking up food for Jiuli.

"I've really lost weight? That shouldn't be the case." He tilted his head and glanced at Gu Jingnian with a little doubt, "Do you think I'm thin?"

"You've lost a bit of weight. Are there a lot of things going on over there as the year draws to a close?" It was all Shang Yuheng's fault for only knowing how to go out and play, and not sharing any of the burden with Qingqing, but he didn't say it out loud.

"It's not much, I can still handle it." And Jiuli didn't think she had lost weight, "Your aesthetic is different."

"It's better to gain weight," Gu Jingnian lowered his eyes to hide the gleam in his eyes, "You are the only standard I have for aesthetics."

"Don't cook," Jiuli opened her hands and let Gu Jingnian put on her coat, and suddenly she seemed to remember something and spoke.

While cooking a dish, she almost blew up her kitchen, causing Aunt Wang to throw herself on the ruins of the pot like Meng Jiangnu crying at the Great Wall.

The dish was indeed very successful in terms of color, aroma and taste, but the taste was a little hard for her to accept, it was too horrible.

Gu Jingnian was tying the belt of Jiuli's coat very seriously. His eyes dimmed when he heard this. Is his cooking really that bad?

"I feel sorry for Niannian. These hands are for playing the piano. How can they be used for cooking?" Jiuli said helplessly.

Even if you haven't seen it, you can tell that Gu Jingnian must look like an abandoned person now, but his craftsmanship is really unbearable to look at.

"You only know how to say nice things to coax me," Gu Jingnian's whole body was filled with joy. If he had a tail, it would probably have been wagging it, and he was wagging it very happily.

"I would be sad if you said that. I am telling the truth. When have I ever coaxed you?" Jiuli reached out and pinched Gu Jingnian's waist lightly.

"Qingqing keeps trying to coax me with one thing after another, hey, be gentle, are you trying to murder your own husband?" She deliberately made an expression of pain.

"Let me rub it for you?" Jiuli let go of her hand and gently rubbed the place she had pinched. Did she miscalculate? She didn't use too much strength, and it would hurt with her strength?

"Are you kneading it?" Gu Jingnian took a breath of cold air.

It was simply too much. The cold hand was touching his waist. The illusion of ice and fire made him feel excited. If he continued to touch like this, something bad would happen.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Gu Jingnian quickly pulled his hands out of his clothes and held them in his palms to warm them up bit by bit.

"It's cold, do you want to go with me?" Jiuli walked at the door and suddenly looked at Gu Jingnian who was warming her hands seriously. She wanted to pack him up and take him away.

"It's too cold, I don't want to go out." He could feel the biting chill as he approached the door, and he leaned against it with a dull tone.

I couldn't help but think of the time when I lived in the village in the city. It was covered with snow and the wind was cold. Although the old man took care of me secretly, there were still times when I doubted whether I could see Qingqing again.

At that time, the old man was stubborn and refused to believe that Qingqing was replaced by someone, but later he had to believe it.

Jiuli saw what Gu Jingnian was thinking, raised her hand and pinched Gu Jingnian's cheek, which was white and rosy, and showed that he was well-maintained.

"Then stay at home. You are afraid of the cold, so wear something thicker when you go out. And don't eat cold food secretly." He gave them instructions one by one, and they didn't get in the car until there were only a few minutes left.

He stood there and watched the group go away, then turned into the living room and ordered them to make Jiuli's favorite food for lunch. He wanted to show up, and there was a cunning flash in his eyes.

The sidewalk was covered in snow, with only a few footprints to show that someone had walked there. Judging from the level of snow, it must have snowed all night. It was so thick that even the air was damp, and the road was completely invisible ten meters away.

A few pedestrians were wrapped up tightly and walked on the sidewalk with one foot deep and one foot shallow like bears in winter.

While waiting for the traffic light, I suddenly noticed that there were little snowmen standing quietly on the railings next to me, adding a bit of childish fun.

As soon as she got off the car, she was hit by a chill. Jiuli quickened her pace unconsciously. Suddenly, she thought of something and a jade pendant appeared in her pocket.

Waves of warmth spread from the pocket to the whole body.

After the morning meeting, Jiuli curled up on the sofa and looked at half of Yanjing through the floor-to-ceiling window. It was indeed covered in silver and looked particularly enchanting.

"Let's adjust the working hours to 9:30 to 6:00 p.m." Jiuli said, lowering her head to take a sip of hot tea.

"I'll arrange it right away. Today is Friday, so how about starting from next week?" Lin Qingyan, who was sitting next to him reporting on his work, agreed quickly, fearing that he would be gone in a moment.

This is a benefit. I can sleep a little longer half an hour later.

"Salary is paid on the 1st, so let's start on the 1st of next month." Jiuli said, looking at the calendar on the coffee table.

"Okay," Lin Qingyan just treated it as an episode.

I turned the page and continued to report my work.

"Wait, this data is wrong, take it back and redo it."

Hearing this, Lin Qingyan annotated the form in his hand with a red pen, put it aside, and then talked about other things.