Depressed wife runs with the ball

The first batch of print advertisements made by Qucho at Xinghui were officially launched on the market and achieved good results.

When Lao Ji wanted to take all the colleagues in the firm out for dinner, Chu Yue refused as usual. He then sat down in front of her with a gossipy look on his face and asked in a frivolous way, "Have you been in a relationship recently?"

Chu Yue was confused. She always refused this kind of gatherings. How could she come to the conclusion that they were in a relationship?

"I saw it all. These past two days, you were brought to work by Maybach." He didn't come to the office every day. The fact that he met her meant that this Maybach brought her to work quite frequently.

"That... is a taxi I booked online, with a monthly subscription. It's a bonus given by the manufacturer when I bought an appliance." She knew that the Maybach was too conspicuous and would be seen by others.

Counting, it seems this stylist has been in this position for two weeks. Hasn’t he found the right person yet?

"What appliances? This benefit must cost a lot of money, right? Can it be enough to cover the cost of your appliances? It would be better to give you the appliances for free." Ji Yan didn't believe it. Who could take a Maybach taxi?

"A taxi from my place to the office costs only 12 yuan. I only take a taxi to work, which only costs a few hundred yuan a month. Why are you giving me appliances for free?"

Speaking of this, Ji Yan seemed to have never been to her house.

"Monthly subscription? You've been buying the appliance for a year, right? Why is it only now being given as a gift?"

"I just started using it recently, it wasn't given to me recently." Chu Yue lied seriously, covering his lips with his left hand, and his index finger stroked the corner of his mouth intentionally or unintentionally.

Ji Yan believed it for the time being and did not ask any further questions.

Zhou Xingzhi had Jiang Tao prepare the information for Qucho Design, figuring it was time to get started. He had to go back to the old house for dinner the next weekend, and the old man had mentioned on the phone that the recent advertising campaign was doing well.

At noon, he ran to the gate of Chu Yue Community with a bag of lunch boxes and called her.

Chu Yue was painting last night and went to bed during the day. He felt something in a daze, pressed it, and asked with his eyes closed: "Hello?"

There was no answer from the other end, and the phone continued to vibrate. She picked up the "phone" to her ear and opened her eyes a crack, looking for the air conditioner remote. She let out a long breath and reached for her phone again. Just as she was about to answer, the call was disconnected. She was a little angry, but had no place to vent, so she could only go back to sleep. Not long after, the phone rang again. She answered the call by muscle memory and roared, "Are you crazy? Don't call me on the weekend!" Before she finished speaking, she threw the phone aside.

It took me a while to remember that I seemed to have made an appointment to get a dental filling today. I sat up suddenly, covered my face, picked up my phone, unlocked it, and thought about calling back. The call log showed: Zhou Xingzhi!

Oh my god, did I offend my sponsor? Call him back immediately.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I thought it was Lao Ji." He explained with a stiff upper lip.

"Have you eaten? I'm downstairs at your house." Zhou Xingzhi was unhappy. He could lose his temper with Lao Ji without restraint, but was polite and distant to himself.

Chu Yue was also a little unhappy. Being forced to turn on the phone by Party A, he couldn't help but let out a dissatisfied sound on the other end of the phone. Patiently, he asked, "Is there anything wrong, Mr. Zhou?"

"I have something to do. I have to go back to the old house for dinner this afternoon. I want to change my appearance to talk to the old man. I came to pick you up." Zhou Xingzhi was already standing at her door, ready to knock.

"Wait a moment." Chu Yue dragged herself out of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed her clothes. All of this took 20 minutes. She changed her shoes at the entrance, but before she even put on her heels, she reached out to open the door. The moment the door opened, she felt a little unsteady.

Zhou Xingzhi reached out and took her wrist. She looked up, a little surprised. She looked at his face, wondering if it was because of her bad tone on the phone, but his face looked bad.

I smiled awkwardly and called out, "Mr. Zhou." I stood up and looked at his shoes. Uh... he was dressed quite young today, a dark green windbreaker, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. Did he just finish exercising?

I think I threw away my slippers. Uh... I'm looking for a pair of disposable slippers online. It's urgent. I don't know if I can get them in time.

"How did Mr. Zhou get up here? Uncle security guard..." She stopped at the entrance, thinking about how to explain that she had thrown away the pair of slippers he had worn last time.

"He remembers me." Zhou Xingzhi raised the thermos bag in his hand in front of her, indicating that she should go in to eat.

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, he had to step aside to let him in, and hesitantly explained: "Last time, that slipper... I..."

"I'm ready." He turned the bag in his hand and found another one. "Hold it for me." He handed her the thermal bag and gestured for her to take it to the dining table.

Chu Yue took the bag in a daze, staring blankly at him as he took out his slippers and calmly changed his shoes while sitting on the stool at the entrance. Then he took the thermal bag from her hand, walked to the dining table, and took out lunch boxes and set them out.

"Change your shoes, wash your hands and have dinner." He packed up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands, as if this was his home.

I finally drove the invaders out of my territory, why would they do it again? I curled my lips and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and eat.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken, Chu Yue asked tentatively: "Is there anyone in the old house?"

If you're going back to his parents' house, you shouldn't have to worry about what to wear.

"You met my parents last time. And my brother and sister-in-law." There was no emotion in his voice, as calm as ever.

"Since we're going back home, there's no need to worry about what to wear." Chu Yue hadn't rested well, and her appetite wasn't great either. She chewed slowly, barely moving her chopsticks.

"I need to discuss some business with my dad." He raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt, her hair tied up in a loose low ponytail. She must have been a bit sleepy. Just now, when she was at the door, she seemed to be wearing school pants. "Are you still sleepy?"

"Yeah." Although I was a little surprised at the way he looked at people, I still admitted it.

"Then you go and have some rest. I'll wait for you in the living room. I'll keep the food warm for you." His voice softened and he advised softly.

Chu Yue shook her head. She was afraid that it would be difficult for her to sleep well with a stranger sitting in the living room.

"I won't disturb you. Go ahead. I'll just sit in the living room and read a book." I was being rude. The last time I asked her to work overtime on Saturday, she seemed drowsy.

He took the chopsticks from her hand and advised her to go to bed. Chu Yue began to yawn. She was indeed sleepy. She seemed to have gone to bed at 9 o'clock in the morning. Although she shook her head, she still stood up honestly and walked to the room. She locked the door, lay down, and covered herself with the quilt. No one could stop her from sleeping.

After finishing his meal and cleaning up, Zhou Xingzhi quietly began to survey the living room. The cabinets were filled with books on art, history, analyses of famous paintings, and sketching templates. There were also numerous painting tools, sketch puppets, and plaster heads. In the cart were paints, brushes, watercolors, scrapers, buckets stained with paint, several well-used palettes, and a few colored stones. The carpet, though washed white, still bore traces of paint.

There are many green plants on the balcony, as well as a rattan chair, and a mugwort stick is burning next to the green plants.

I don't know if she rented this place or bought it. If she rented it, she would have to move a lot of things. Was the salary Lao Ji gave her not enough, so she agreed to be her temporary stylist?

On the easel is her unfinished oil painting, which resembles the landscape of Guilin. On the wall hangs her painting of her grandparents, which looks quite warm. The watch is on her grandfather's wrist.

The paintings pinned to the wall: sketches, watercolors, odds and ends.

There wasn't much food in the kitchen fridge, so he probably didn't cook much. There was some wine in the cupboard, and some glasses in the dishwasher. Do you drink often? Or do you often drink with Lao Ji or Guo Tongchu?

He found a book in the cabinet, lay on the sofa, read it, and fell asleep.

When Chu Yue woke up, it was already past five in the afternoon. With someone else around, she couldn't sleep well, and she kept dreaming that someone was chasing her.

I opened the door and went to the bathroom to wash my face, tie my hair, and change clothes. I saw myself in the mirror wearing a white T-shirt, with my collar undone, already wearing underwear. My mouth watered, and I vaguely remembered Zhou Xingzhi saying that he wanted to go home with a different look.