Days dominated by wife-watching demons

"Have a fever?"

"No."

Ge Zijie put down his hands, "Why is your face so red?"

An Jing immediately put her hands on her face, she didn't notice the high temperature, and she felt good about herself.

"Is it because it's too white?" Ge Zijie actually stretched out his finger to poke her face. Not surprisingly, the face that looked like a soft white cake was also soft to the touch.

An Jing's gaze became unnatural, and her eyes moved from Ge Zijie's face to her slender legs. Her complexion is naturally fair, and many people have praised her since she was a child, but this is the first time she has been stared at so seriously. Research.

"Come down and eat."

Before An Jing could get out of the embarrassment, Ge Zijie turned around and walked forward.

"Bring a coat when you come down."

An Jing is used to wearing short sleeves for training, and finds it very convenient, but now the weather outside is below zero, so it is easy to catch a cold when she is sweating and blowing a little wind.

"it is good."

The two of them ate a meal very quietly. An Jing occasionally watched Ge Zijie quietly with squinting eyes. She doesn't eat much, and only eats a small half of a bowl for each meal. There are more fish and green vegetables on the plate, and the taste should be partial. It is light and chewed very finely, as if counting the beats of each bite before swallowing.

"Director, have you always been so considerate to the company's artists?" An Jing was very curious about what kind of heart was hidden under this cold skin.

Chen Bo, who was standing by, blinked his eyelids quickly, as if he was more surprised by An Jing's response to An Jing's question than Ge Zijie himself.

Ge Zijie swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, raised his eyelids and looked at An Jing, "No."

Unexpected answer, but now An Jing won't think about strange things anymore, she just thinks that Ge Zijie has her reasons for everything he does.

"You are special."

"special?"

"Special work of art."

The director's words were indeed difficult to understand, An Jing chose not to dwell on this issue.

After dinner, the director went to the study as usual, while An Jing practiced in the practice room until it was time to go to bed, and then went back to the room to wash up.

'An Jing, hurry up and reply to my message! '

Release the phone from the Do Not Disturb mode, and Ge Han's news pops up immediately.

Remembering that she only promised the other party to reply to the message in the afternoon, An Jing picked up the phone and looked at it carefully, only to find that Ge Han had sent more than a dozen messages on it.

Can really toss.

She had too many questions, An Jing randomly picked an answer that was easy to answer.

'Does my sister often live there? '

' The superintendent said she wouldn't come back often. '

Although today and yesterday are back...

'Aww, you finally returned to me, if you don't return to me, I will rush to my sister's house to find you! '

An Jing on the other end of the phone quickly shook her head, expressing her rejection of Ge Han's move.

'I was practicing just now. '

'Ah...that's right, you are now in AW, the practice is very hard, why don't I go to the company to see you tomorrow. '

'No, no need. '

'Seriously, I'll move to my sister's house, I want to see you. '

In the middle of the chat, An Jing went to pack the washing things, and then wiped her hands and looked at the phone after everything was done.

'Let's talk about it later, I'm going to take a shower. '

For such difficult questions, An Jing usually handles them by simply skipping them and forgetting about them when the other party's enthusiasm fades.

An Jing pushed her thumb slightly, locked the phone, and walked to the bathroom with a change of clothes. She was sweating from practice and felt very uncomfortable. Just as she put down her things, she was halfway out of the clothes with her hands, when she heard the ringing of the phone up.

"No way."

Thinking of Ge Han saying just now that she would rush to the villa if she didn't reply to the message, An Jing had no choice but to put down the hand pulling the clothes again, and walked to the cell phone that was charging in her slippers.

"Hey?"

"Don't take a bath yet, come to the study." The calm and rhythmic tone rang in his ears, which Ge Han could never imitate.

An Jing let out an "ah" and took the phone away from her ear. The note displayed on it turned out to be 'Director Ge'.

"I'm sorry Director, I sent the wrong message just now." An Jing quickly apologized, and she didn't expect that she would have bad eyesight enough to confuse the person with two words and the person with three words.

Just now, Ge Zijie also sent a message to An Jing at the same time, so she clicked in by mistake, but in a hurry, she sent the message without even reading it carefully.

"Come to the study." The voice on the phone was a little lower, sounding not very happy.

An Jing remembered that Secretary Tang had warned herself that Director Ge hated saying the same thing twice, so she quickly responded carefully: "Okay, Director."

huh... huh...

An Jing was trotting in the corridor, she was clearly in a quiet and comfortable villa, but at this moment she had the illusion of being called to the office to give a lecture.

"Close the door."

"Director, you have something to do with me."

Ge Zijie was holding a booklet, and his eyes had been glued to An Jing's body since she entered the door. He frowned when he saw her short-sleeved attire that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Even though he has such a good figure, he always puts such inconspicuous tattered cloth on his body recklessly.

An Jing was originally afraid that Ge Zijie would call her to lecture, but seeing her frown, she felt even more frightened.

"Try changing it." Ge Zijie held up the booklet in his hand, and pointed behind An Jing.

A curtain was installed in the corner, and she walked over and opened it, and behind it was a mobile hanger with more than a dozen sets of clothing on it.

"This is..." An Jing turned to look at Ge Zijie helplessly, but the latter glared at him, and immediately pulled the curtain and hid himself inside.

At least this time with a curtain.

"Change from the number one." Ge Zijie's voice came slowly.

"Okay, Director"

While An Jing was struggling with the blouse that was sewn with all kinds of messy belts and worn in a weird way, Ge Zijie started to ask questions outside.

"Who were you chatting with just now?"

She originally sent a text message to An Jing to ask her to come to the study, but she didn't expect to receive an inappropriate reply. Most importantly, why did she even tell An Jing such a private thing as going to take a bath.

An Jing covered her chest and turned her head to confirm the existence of the curtain. For some reason, even through something, she could still feel the scorching temperature of Ge Zijie's eyes on her body.

Is it a hallucination...

"It's Ge Han." An Jing answered truthfully.

There was no sound from the other side of the curtain, because An Jing couldn't see Ge Zijie's expression, she couldn't guess her mood, and became more uneasy, and lost patience with the suspender top that was coiled around her body.

"Come out when you're done."

An Jing managed to put on her clothes, and lifted the curtain to come out without confidence.

Ge Zijie only took one look, then frowned, then put down the booklet in his hand, stood up and walked quickly to An Jing.

An Jing's eyelashes trembled uneasily, not sure what Ge Zijie wanted to do.

The director didn't speak, he climbed up An Jing's back with cool fingers, helping her to correct the wrong way of wearing.

"The laces are to go on the shoulders."

An Jing nodded, and then noticed that the hand that was originally on the shoulder began to go down the spine. The strength of the fingers was neither light nor heavy, but it had a strong sense of presence. An Jing tensed her muscles, but still swipe at the other hand When I passed a certain sensitive point, I subconsciously straightened my back to avoid it, and inevitably let out a whisper.

"Don't—" An Jing quickly covered her mouth, her pupils trembling uncomfortably.

It's so embarrassing that the director is seriously correcting the way he wears his clothes, but he makes such a shameful sound.

The author has something to say: No, this person has a wicked mind!