Dressed as a top-notch stand-in for the president

The cell phone music was loud in the room.

The rhythmic beat is like drumbeats, hitting people's hearts with one sound, and even the edges of the mirrors mounted on the wall seem to be shaking faintly, as if they are also beating along with the music.

Reflected in the mirror is a figure dancing to the music. Because of the coordination of the limbs and the smooth dancing posture, there is a faint beauty of harmonious rhythm in the figure, and there is an attractiveness of softness, rigidity and toughness.

It's just that the breath of the dancer gradually became unstable.

pat.

The sweat on his forehead was thrown onto the wooden floor by a movement of his head, and the jumping figure suddenly stopped slowly, and the fatigue caused by the previous successive high-intensity activities also surged up, and the messy scene in the empty room The sound of breathing is getting heavier.

The dancer lowered his head, half-closed his eyelids, and looked at the ground beside his feet. Sweat dripped down from the corner of his forehead like raindrops, and more of it sank into his neck along the jaw line, covering his slender neck A thin layer of water marks, like a glaze protective layer brushed on the surface of porcelain, exudes luster.

The casual cotton clothes attached to her body were transformed into tights by the sweat, which were tightly stuck to her waist, unconsciously outlining that exquisite and thin waistline.

Only I didn't know about it, and stood there for a while, calmed down, then went to the corner, leaned over to pick up the phone, drew two water marks on the screen with her fingertips, slipped, The music player relentlessly skips to the next track.

Fortunately, she quickly found a clean spot on her clothes and wiped off her sweat, and finally returned the music to the previous one.

The previous melody soon resounded in the room.

But a few minutes later—

The same movement, the same hesitation and pause, was staged again.

The person who stopped stood there, still breathing calmly, like an unconscious machine, silently recalling the wrong movements and feelings, and when the breathing stabilized a little, he planned to repeat the same trick.

Just holding the mobile phone and clicking back in the gap of the previous song, she suddenly glanced in the direction of the door.

The door in the room, which was closed well, was opened at some point, and a little brown corgi with smooth fur was lying there with its ears pricked up, and its wet round eyes were fixedly looking in her direction.

One person and one dog, with four eyes facing each other, Corgi raised his head slightly, moved his mouth, and whined softly, and even made a human voice:

"Practicing poppins again?"

She nodded.

Corgi asked again: "Aren't you good at jazz?"

She replied without blinking: "Yeah."

It seemed that the doubt in the other party's tone could not be heard.

Poppin and jazz are two different types of dance in dance. The former belongs to the category of street dance, while the latter has its own system, and there are several branches in it. There are certain differences between the two. People's dance movements and habits are different, and it is basically impossible to dance the original flavor of both dances.

Corgi didn't know why Ji Yu in front of him was obsessed with practicing street dance even though he was born in jazz. The question didn't work out, so he lay down on the ground again to be an audience.

Ji Yu, on the other hand, obviously planned to practice again, but after a while, the music in the room stopped.

Corgi raised his chubby head again, raised his semicircular ears and looked in the direction of the girl.

Ji Yu raised his right index finger, raised it slightly against his lips, and made a "shh" gesture to it, then took the initiative to answer the call in vibration mode, and his voice was obviously gentler:

"Xue Zhu."

……

Xue Lian is the assistant of Meng Rendong, the CEO of Huangting Entertainment.

Meng Rendong just answered a phone call in the office before leaving get off work, and she was obviously in a much worse mood. Although her face was still as deserted as before, Xue Lian had been with her for seven or eight years, so she could more or less judge from the surrounding air temperature. Out of Meng Rendong's mood index.

The boss is in a bad mood, and the life of the subordinate will naturally not be easy. Xue Lian observed his words and boldly made a small suggestion:

"Mr. Meng...go to Miss Ji's place?"

Xue Lian had met Meng Rendong's side before, and Ji Yu was not the first one, but she was the one who stayed the longest she had ever seen, so she thought, this person should be somewhat capable.

Meng Rendong originally leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Hearing Xue Lian's words, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the front seat. His gaze was like a sharp sword light, cold and ruthless, which made Xue Lian tremble. Biting his tongue, he thought he had said something wrong.

Fortunately, the next moment, Meng Rendong indifferently withdrew his gaze, as if nothing had happened, and responded casually.

Xue Lian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and attributed it to his own illusion.

She estimated that it was only half an hour's journey from the company to Ji Yu's side. If Ji Yu missed a message and he happened to be away, Meng Rendong's mood would only get worse.

She just made a phone call.

The person over there seemed to be guarding the phone all the time, and after a beep, he quickly picked it up. After a sweet "Xue Zhu", there was an impatient smile in his tone:

"Is she coming today?"

Just like countless women who were raised outside, guarding the empty house every day, waiting for the arrival of the benefactor.

Xue Lian couldn't help feeling a little disdainful.

After a short reply, she announced in a businesslike manner: "I'll be there in four or ten minutes at the latest."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to notice her indifference, and still asked gently, "Has she had dinner? If not, is there anything you want to eat tonight?"

Xue Lian looked in the direction of the rearview mirror.

Seeing that Meng Rendong didn't respond to these words, he replied instead of her: "No, just follow your usual habits."

……

hang up the phone.

Ji Yu looked down at his own appearance, and only then noticed his sweaty clothes, and subconsciously propped himself on the floor to rush towards the bathroom. He took a fighting shower for 5 minutes, and turned the hair dryer to the hottest setting. At the highest level, after blowing my hair half dry, I rolled up my sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.

Because the frequency of Meng Rendong's visits here is not regular, Ji Yu is used to keeping the other party's favorite ingredients in the refrigerator, and now he is temporarily preparing to make sweet and sour pork ribs, candied sweet potatoes, stir-fried a vegetable, and a tofu soup, which is simple The four dishes and one soup all seemed rushed and rushed within half an hour.

Marinating ribs takes a lot of time.

Fortunately, there is a pressure cooker at home, which can make the ribs soft and rotten in 10 minutes, and I am lazy to chop the tomatoes and mix them with tomato sauce, then put the cooked ribs in the sauce and turn the heat to a low heat to simmer, and finally Thicken with starch, the taste is enough.

While marinating the pork ribs, Ji Yu picked the most convenient lettuce, picked off the leaves one by one, washed the rice and changed the water, washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into pieces, put them in the rice cooker and set them up to cook together. In another small saucepan, melt the sugar into a syrup over low heat.

She is hurrying here, but there are still some ignorant people at home. Corgi has been following her since she entered the kitchen, circling around her feet, hindering her from doing things, while sniffing left and right. , said:

"I also want to eat ribs..."

"Leave me a spare rib."

Ji Yu shook her head, looked down at it: "No."

Corgi was still waiting to argue, so Ji Yu took a burst of water with his right hand, bent his fingertips, and flicked the water droplets onto Corgi's nose. At the moment it was itching and sneezing, he said warmly:

"Next time she's not here, I'll make a special meal for you."

"Not today."

Corgi is still waiting to argue, and Ji Yu has returned to work in the kitchen, and she didn't forget to say: "You talk too much recently, it will scare people, turn on the shielding mode, the system."

Corgi: "..."

It seemed to want to say something, but after a long while, with its tail between its legs, it went out in disgrace, only a "woo woo" sound of dissatisfaction came out of its mouth.

……

Meng Rendong's car was stuck on the road for ten minutes.

After all, it was rush hour, and it was a bustling first-tier city, so there was no unblocked road. Fortunately, she left the company early, otherwise she didn't know how long she would be hungry on the road.

After opening the door with the password, she smelled a sour and sweet fragrance.

It's the taste of sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ji Yu seems to always remember her taste.

Meng Rendong was distracted by this idea.

But she quickly put aside the details and walked inside.

Ji Yu happened to come out of the kitchen, her hair was slightly scattered due to the semi-dry state before, and curled like waves, with wine red highlights looming in her hair, like a glass of red wine in the dark, inadvertently reflecting an intoxicating light.

Even though he has such a voluptuous hair color, this man still pretends to be innocent, and shows her a cute smile, puts the freshly cooked pork ribs on the dining table, and then walks forward to hug her. Hold her, and say to her softly and sweetly:

"You're back."

Meng Rendong froze for a moment, looked at the dishes on the table, and was about to go there, but Ji Yu refused to let go, insisting on holding her sticky like this.

So much so that she had to take the initiative to pull away Ji Yu's wrist, so that she could walk freely.

She couldn't stand Ji Yu's lack of oxygen without her like a fish out of water.

Ji Yu was slapped away by her, she was quiet for a while, followed her step by step to the dining table, pulled a chair and wanted to sit next to her, between the rubbing, Meng Rendong suddenly raised his hand to press her back waist, pressing the person on his body.

Ji Yu slightly raised her head to look at her, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were affectionate and focused, and she didn't even stop breathing unconsciously.

Meng Rendong lowered his head and bumped into her deep affection.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then there was a slight sound of cloth rubbing——

Afterwards, Ji Yu snorted softly, the ending was a bit long and a little hoarse, as if deliberately seductive.

Meng Rendong raised his hand and pinched her waist, then moved his hand away from the shadow of her loose top, and showed her his fingertips, which were covered with a layer of moisture at some point.

The crystals on the fingertips still lingered in the crevices of the fingers, and the picture became a bit astringent for no reason.

Ji Yu lowered his head and gently rubbed Meng Rendong's side face with his head, which was full of hints.

However, Meng Rendong wiped the wet fingertips on her side face little by little, one by one. After seeing the cheeks of the person in front of her turn red from embarrassment or desire, she moved closer, her breathing became a little heavier, and even Somewhat hot.

Ji Yu heard her ask slowly in that indifferent voice:

"Why is it so turbulent again?"

"Did you secretly play while I was away?"