there will be a wife

Ji Muqing really didn't send her off.

But give her the car and let her drive to her home.

Yu Sheng didn't understand. Is there any difference between this and sending her off?Didn't co-authoring send her home?

But she didn't dare to ask directly.

Ji Muqing's temper is too moody.

When he was about to arrive at the hospital, Yu Sheng pointed to the gate of the hospital and said, "Vice President Ji, I'll leave here. Thank you for today."

Ji Muqing glanced at her indifferently, pursed his lips and said, "Driving downstairs to you."

Yu Sheng turned his head to look at her cold expression, inexplicably thinking of the scene in the office, and said in a slightly lower voice: "Okay."

Yu Sheng drove the car all the way to her downstairs.

When she got out of the car, she saw that Ji Muqing had also got out of the car. With a smile on her face, Yu Sheng said politely, "Would Vice President Ji go up and have a cup of tea?"

Such courteous words usually mean that it's easy to leave, Ji Muqing didn't seem to hear it, he looked up at Yu Sheng and said, "Okay, thank you then."

Yu Sheng: ...

She looked at Ji Muqing who didn't follow the routine, and blinked.

The house that Yu Sheng rented was about [-] square meters, with one bedroom and one living room. The living room was very small. There was only a sofa and coffee table, a dining table and a few stools, and a small TV. Maybe it hadn’t been in a long time. Turned on, there is a layer of dust on the screen.

Going a little further, there is a small kitchen, next to the kitchen is the bathroom, and next to it is the half-open bedroom door.

From Ji Muqing's angle, he could just see two beds in the bedroom.

She was sitting on the sofa with a calm expression, but Yu Sheng was a little cramped, Ji Muqing was too glamorous, and it didn't match this house, and there was an indescribable sense of disharmony.

She was a little uncomfortable, and said to Ji Muqing who was sitting on the sofa: "Vice President Ji, wait a moment, I'll make a pot of tea."

It was said to make a pot of tea, but in fact there was not even a single tea leaf in the house, Yu Sheng looked at the empty pot, and simply brought plain boiled water to Ji Muqing.

Ji Muqing didn't say anything, took two sips after taking it, and asked, "Are you renting a house?"

"Ah."

Ji Muqing looked around: "Live alone?"

"With my mother." Yu Sheng said with a smile: "She is in the hospital now."

Ji Muqing hummed and took another sip of boiled water. The tasteless water had a faint astringent taste in her mouth. She put down the cup and said, "Your mother, is she okay?"

Yu Sheng lowered his eyelids, the tip of his nose was sour, and his voice was slightly lower: "It's okay."

Fortunately.

Ji Muqing rolled these two words on the tip of his tongue repeatedly, but didn't speak again.

The sky was dark, and the whole house was also dark. Yu Sheng turned on the incandescent lamp, and immediately illuminated the whole living room, but the space was still small. Seeing that Ji Muqing hadn't moved for a long time, Yu Sheng said bravely, "Ji Muqing Vice President, would you like to have dinner before leaving?"

This is an order to evict guests.

Ji Muqing smiled again as if he couldn't understand: "Okay."

Yu Sheng: ...

Half a quarter of an hour later, the door of the kitchen was closed, and the sound of cooking could be heard from time to time, as well as the faint scent of vegetables.

Ji Muqing stood up, walked to the kitchen door, leaned on the door frame and looked in, the girl who didn't touch Yang Chunshui in the past had changed at some point, and now Yu Sheng was standing in front of her.

It made her feel both familiar and strange.

Yu Sheng skillfully chops vegetables, refines oil, and puts seasonings in one go. It can be seen that he often cooks. Ji Muqing stares at her slender back, and suddenly thinks of the scene of her cooking for the first time.

It was during the long vacation, and Zhao Xiangyuan and Yu Maoshan were going back to the countryside to visit relatives. Her mother had just passed away at the time, and she was dragged back to Yu's house by Yu Sheng. Thinking wildly, let Yu Sheng stay with her at home.

She was very depressed during that time, she didn't want to eat, didn't want to communicate, didn't want to go to school, she kept her eyes open every day in a daze, and when she was really tired, she just squinted for a while.

She still remembered that Yu Sheng showed her interesting things in different ways every day, bought a strange doll today, and brought back a strangely shaped glass ball tomorrow, Yu Sheng stuffed all kinds of novelties into her room.

Bit by bit, until the room is full.

But she lacks interest, and she doesn't even want to go out, let alone play with those things. Every day, she sits by the bay window and looks down, seeing all kinds of people outside the window, watching them come and go, walking in a hurry.

The time interval was too long, so long that she couldn't remember what she was thinking while sitting by the window, or she didn't think about anything, she was just escaping.

When he went out again, he heard Yu Sheng calling for help.

She immediately opened the door and went out, and saw Yu Sheng running out of the kitchen, with her hands raised, there were several red dots on the back of her hands, which were very conspicuous and dazzling on the back of her fair hands.

She was anxious at the time: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Mu Qing, I just want to cook for you. I don't know why the oil pan exploded. The oil is so high that my hand hurts."

"Mu Qing, blow it up for me."

She looked at Yu Sheng, her pretty face was full of grievances, and her voice was slightly crying. Yu Sheng, who had never been in the kitchen and learned how to cook for himself, was always held in his hands, but he held her in his arms. In the palm of her hand, Ji Muqing thought she would never forget that feeling in her life.

She didn't think about anything at the time, she could only hold her, just hold her like that, tightly.

Ji Muqing's habitual aura slowly subsided, and her eyes softened. Seeing Yu Sheng busy, she suddenly wanted to step forward and hug her, just like before.

But she didn't do anything, just stood there, watching her quietly.

Yu Sheng cooked two side dishes and boiled a pot of soup. The rice was not ready yet. When she brought the dishes to the table, she greeted: "Vice President Ji, eat the vegetables first, and I'll serve you a bowl of soup."

After Ji Muqing sat down, Yu Sheng served her ribs soup.

It's not freshly boiled, it should have been made before. The pork rib soup has a strong aroma. Ji Muqing took a sip, and the taste was mild and very fresh.

It doesn't have a very special taste, but she just finds it delicious for some reason.

Ji Muqing drank two bowls of soup and didn't eat a few mouthfuls of vegetables. She didn't eat the rice when it was ready, but just waved her hand: "You can eat."

Yu Sheng didn't force it, he filled a small bowl of rice and ate it slowly.

After dinner, Ji Muqing received a call from Deng Qian. She stood up and went to the window to answer the phone.

"Vice President Ji, have you returned to Ji's house?"

Ji Muqing pushed open the window, and the wind came in with the fragrance of flowers. She was in a good mood: "No."

Deng Qian hesitated for a few seconds: "But you are not in the company."

"I'm at Yu Sheng's house."

Deng Qian became anxious when he heard Yu Sheng's name: "Why do you—"

"Okay, come and pick me up, I'll send you the address." Ji Muqing interrupted him shallowly, hung up the phone after saying one sentence, and sent Deng Qian the location.

Yu Sheng had just cleaned up the dishes and was wiping her palms with a dry rag when suddenly something fell on her hand, she was stunned and looked at Ji Muqing: "Vice President Ji, this..."

"This is the key to the car downstairs. As a secretary, you must be there whenever you want. I don't want you to waste your time in traffic."

Yu Sheng was stuffed and held the key, raised his head and said, "Vice President Ji, I can actually..."

Ji Muqing chuckled and interrupted her: "Do you take the bus?"

Yu Sheng pursed his lips and forced a smile: "If time is tight, I can also call."

Ji Muqing obviously stood not much taller than her, but his momentum was squeezed from all directions: "Take a taxi? If you don't like to drive by yourself, I can give you a driver."

Yu Sheng choked on hearing Ji Muqing's words, coughed twice in a row, her cheeks flushed, she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no."

"I'll just drive it myself."

After saying that, Yu Sheng frowned, is there something wrong?

Ji Muqing nodded and hummed, the phone issued a notification tone, and she said to Yu Sheng, "I'm leaving first."

"No need to send."

She blocked Yu Sheng's footsteps with one word, and the door was closed. Yu Sheng sat on the sofa, staring at the key in his hand, frowning.

Until she was lying on the bed, Yu Sheng was still struggling with the car key. After thinking about it for a long time, she turned to Pei Yiyi's WeChat and sent her a message.

--have you slept?

Pei Yiyi quickly replied: No, you went back?Where did Vice President Ji take you?Did you scold you?

Yu Sheng felt her concern through the screen, and smiled back at her: I'm home, she didn't scold me.

Pei Yiyi: That's good.

Yu Sheng rolled around on the bed twice, still typing and asked: Yiyi, did Vice President Ji give every secretary a car before?

Pei Yiyi laughed when she saw her question: Yes, she will be equipped with a flying car, so that every secretary will go away.

Yu Sheng: ...