Depressed wife runs with the ball

Chu Yue heard a sound from the kitchen in her sleep, slowly opened her eyes, and reached out to touch the phone on the bedside table, but she couldn't find it. She closed her eyes again and continued to sleep.

The sounds of the range hood and the sizzling of oil in the pot still came from the kitchen. She sat up impatiently and yawned loudly.

"So noisy," she complained in bed, turning to look at the bedside table. Huh? Where's her phone? There was only a watch, a men's watch. Chu Yue nervously checked her clothes. Fortunately, they were neatly arranged. She breathed a sigh of relief. She lay back down, comforting herself to sleep for a few more minutes.

Zhou Xingzhi made breakfast and saw that she hadn't woken up yet, so he quietly opened the door of another room.

What caught his eye was a desk, topped with a monitor, a drawing board, and numerous Lego figurines, plaster heads, puppet figures, and puppet hands. Around it were cabinets, filled with her clothes, glass cabinets, the clothes arranged by color. There was also an iPad on the table, and his eyes darkened. Was it the one Ji Yan had given him? There was also a laptop, which looked much heavier than his MacBook. This... was this also a gift from Ji Yan?

There are books on the wall cabinet, books about design, and a lot of stationery hanging on the perforated board below.

The glass cabinet closest to the wall contained several assembled Legos. It turned out that she also liked to build Legos.

After reading it, I gently closed the door, knocked on the door opposite and said, "Yueyue, get up, you're going to be late soon."

Chu Yue sat up, lifted the quilt, squinted her eyes, opened the door and corrected him: "Chu Yue! How many times do you have to say it?"

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, then went to the study to change clothes.

After changing clothes, I came out and sat at the dining table to have breakfast.

Zhou Xingzhi pushed the coffee in front of her and said, "Try it, I brought some new beans."

"Are you well? When did I go to sleep in my room?" Chu Yue remembered something and took out the thermometer from the medicine box and handed it to him. "Take the temperature."

"Okay." Zhou Xingzhi took the thermometer and placed it on the table.

"No, measure it. Otherwise, you'll use this as an excuse to come to my house again. And the fever keeps coming back, it can be severe or mild. If it really doesn't work, we need to go to the hospital!"

Chu Yue didn't want to be fooled by him again.

Zhou Xingzhi did as he was told, took his temperature, and ate breakfast. "What do you want to eat for lunch? It seems to be the season for chestnuts now. I'll ask Auntie to make it."

How did he know I wanted chestnuts? "Zhou Xingzhi, what on earth do you want?" This guy had been buying groceries and cooking for almost a month, and now he'd stayed for two nights. He couldn't possibly stay forever, could he? Are you just free?

"I'm sick." He shrugged. It's fine here anyway.

Who cares about you! If you are sick, go to the hospital!

Chu Yue went to look for her phone at the drawing table. 7:40 AM, done, we're going to be late! She quickly ate her breakfast and urged him, "We're going to be late, stop eating."

Every time she got anxious and angry, she became lively, unlike her indifferent self most of the time.

He took out the thermometer. Hmm, 36.8. He slowly put it down, ate his breakfast leisurely, and said, "Don't worry, I'll drive."

"You drive? How did Secretary Jiang go home last night? Took a taxi?" When she mentioned Secretary Jiang, she suddenly remembered that Secretary Jiang sent him here last night, and then today they appeared together in the company's president's office.

Oh my god! Secretary Jiang might even send them wedding wishes in a few days! How could anyone not misunderstand?

Hmm. Zhou Xingzhi was still eating breakfast and sipping coffee, neither hurried nor slow.

Chu Yue sat back at the table and bargained with him.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm just a special assistant. I'm not selling things to you 24 hours a day. It's... inappropriate for you to keep coming to my house."

"Special assistants do need to be on call 24 hours a day. Besides, you broke your promise first. I just don't trust you that much. After you become a regular employee, I'll see how you perform and decide whether you should come back to my house or not. Then I'll make a decision."

"I don't keep my promise?" Chu Yue was puzzled. Where did this come from?

"You postponed the start of your job for a month."

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How can it be considered a breach of trust if it's just a postponement? She opened her mouth to defend herself, but Zhou Xingzhi continued, "I'm a businessman. To me, time is money."

Ahhh ~ Forget his identity as a capitalist, what good can you gain by bargaining with him?

The coffee is good, so let’s have coffee.

"That painting of 'Shanglin Fu' in the room, was it written by you yourself?" To be honest, he really wanted it.

"Yes, it's signed." He didn't write it himself, but he used his own seal? Is he implying plagiarism?

"It's well written, with a lively and graceful flow. Running script appears free and easy, flowing in one breath, but it's a very disciplined form, requiring careful scrutiny of each character, with careful attention paid to the variations in their shapes. Few girls can write running script as naturally and majestically as you do."

This doesn't sound like a compliment on her running script. It sounds like a pile of words, something she has only a superficial understanding of but wants to pretend she knows a lot about, and it's been forced out.

"If you don't understand, there's no need to force your praise." After finishing breakfast, she cleared the dishes and prepared to go out.

Can you even hear that? Zhou Xingzhi put the thermometer back into the medicine box and found a bottle of paroxetine inside. Sick, still not healed?

Chu Yue was changing her shoes at the entrance, urging him to hurry up. He walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, the pots and pans were all in the sink.

"Wash it when you come back. There's no time."

Seeing him hesitating at the kitchen door, Chu Yue raised her voice and urged him again: "Hurry up!" He had no choice but to change his shoes and go out.

On the way to the car, he said, "It's my dad's birthday. Can I ask you for a piece of calligraphy as a gift for him?"

"No." Chu Yue leaned against the passenger window, took out his mobile phone to reply to Huang Jianing's message, and refused without thinking.

"I can pay." Since the flattery was not done right, he had to bribe her.

"There is only one sales channel for my work. Find Su Ying yourself." She blinked twice at the phone and asked him to find Su Ying. Well, she did it on purpose.

"Okay." He could only settle for the next best thing and look for Su Ying. "Why is your seal written with 'Duobao Feng'?"

"Duobao is my childhood name, and 'Feng' is a polite way of saying it. The seal was made by my grandfather, and I'm just too lazy to make a new one." The seal is very important to her, but the more important something is, the more it should be downplayed in front of outsiders.

"Can you read the characters on the seal?" Her seal was in traditional Chinese characters. She asked this question purely to tease him for not understanding Chinese calligraphy.

"Of course." After all, he graduated from Harvard. It was just a few words, how could he not understand it?

Chu Yue tucked her lips in and laughed.

Fortunately, she wasn't late. It was just that the people in the company looked at her with somewhat ambiguous eyes, and no matter where she went, they would always look at her.

"Assistant Chu, is Mr. Zhou here?" A man stood in front of her, politely.

"In, uh... do you have an appointment?" She couldn't remember where she had seen this man before, and secretly looked through the drawings in her notebook, but couldn't match his face.

"No. It's a nice drawing." He looked down at her notebook. There were quite a few heads in it, and their personalities were captured very well. "Let me see, where am I?"

Chu Yue quickly closed it and showed a standard welcoming smile: "Excuse me, sir, what is your name? I want to speak to Mr. Zhou."

"Internal Audit Department, Pei Zeheng." He gave his name. This Chu Yue was the reason Zhou Xingzhi wanted to acquire Qucho. As expected, even heroes are tempted by beautiful women.

"Wait a moment." Chu Yue dialed the office phone and invited him in.

Audit Department, Pei Zeheng? As his name suggests, he's a gentleman. But coming at this time, someone in the group is going to be in trouble, right?

"You asked me to check. Ji Yan's father and your brother did have some conflicts. But Ji Guobang was not wronged either. Neither of them was a good person." Pei Zeheng sat on the sofa, looking at the tea on the coffee table. It should be that a group of people had just been sent away.

"I expected that." Zhou Xingzhi frowned as he looked at the meeting minutes sent by Chu Yue in his mailbox. Were the errors in the data intentional?

"Oh, it's just your brother, how come he's been so quiet lately?" No one made tea for him, so Pei Zeheng had to make it himself.

"The Youth Art Festival is coming soon, the old man should have warned him." Speaking of the Youth Art Festival, Zhou Xingzhi's eyes unconsciously glanced towards the door.