The two directors who always fight each other are married

Jian Shi'an was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a figure, but the voice of that person was familiar.

The heart in the throat instantly fell back to its original position. Jian Shi'an took a picture of the man with the mobile phone in his hand, and at the same time the man loosened his hand covering his mouth.

After seeing the person coming, Jian Shi'an was so angry that he glared at him:

"Meng Cheng, are you sick, who are you scaring at night?!"

Meng Cheng felt innocent: "I didn't mean to scare you."

The moment he opened the door, he looked at Jian Shi'an behind the door and was startled, but his hands were quicker than his brain, and he covered Jian Shi'an's mouth first.

Jian Shi'an: "Why are you here?"

Meng Cheng's tone was frank: "I'm working overtime, and I saw that you still have light here, so I came over to take a look."

After recovering from the panic, Jian Shi'an realized after hearing Meng Cheng's words that the distance between him and Meng Cheng was too close.

Because Meng Cheng rushed over to cover Jian Shi'an's mouth just now, so now he is holding Jian Shi'an's waist from the front with one hand, and resting his hand on his right shoulder.

Jian Shi'an's back was pressed against Meng Cheng's chest, and the bodies of the two were close together, tightly fitting, looking as if Jian Shi'an was being held in Meng Cheng's arms.

Although that's the truth.

Jian Shi'an looked down at the hand on his waist, but the light was too dark, he could only see the cold light reflected from Meng Cheng's cufflinks.

If Jian Shi'an remembered correctly, Meng Cheng's cufflinks today are a pair of dark blue that is the same color as his suit.

Meng Cheng doesn't have night blindness like Jian Shi'an, and he can see Jian Shi'an in his arms clearly even under dim light.

Seeing Jian Shi'an's gaze, Meng Cheng also lowered his head to take a look, then moved the hand on his waist, squeezed it slightly, but didn't take it away, but was a little dissatisfied with the feel of the hand, and asked:

"Director Jian, is your waist too thin? How many catties are you? Why are you so thin?"

Jian Shi'an came back to his senses, raised his hand and patted Meng Cheng's arm, and said angrily:

"If you feel that your hand is shaking, you should let go quickly!"

Then Jian Shi'an's shoulders moved, and he struggled away from Meng Cheng's arms, and Meng Cheng also let go.

The posture just now was too ambiguous, after leaving Meng Cheng's embrace, Jian Shi'an moved his shoulders a little uncomfortably.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Cheng wanted to take the opportunity to tease him a few more times:

"I see that your daily food intake is not much different from mine. Where did your meat grow? Why is there no two taels of meat on your waist?"

Jian Shi'an felt that he had a standard figure. Although he lacked exercise all the year round and didn't have eight-pack abs, he did have four-pack abs, so he glared at Meng Cheng:

"I have a lot of belly fat and four pack abs!"

Meng Cheng raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and stepped forward: "So many four-pack abs? I don't believe it, unless you let me see it."

Seeing this, Jian Shi'an hid to the side, raised his hand and slapped Meng Cheng's salty pig's hand away accurately: "It's late at night, I'll show you a ghost!"

Meng Cheng replied confidently: "Aren't you going to watch things like abdominal muscles at night?"

Jian Shi'an almost rolled her eyes after hearing this: "Can you be more serious?"

Meng Cheng: "I'm serious."

Jian Shi'an: "I think you're not serious right now."

Meng Cheng was originally joking, although he really wanted to watch it, but he didn't really want to have a late-night office play with Jian Shi'an.

He knew that the matter between the two of them should not be rushed for a while.

Knowing that Jian Shi'an might get angry if he continued talking about this topic, Meng Cheng held back his desire to continue teasing him, coughed and then changed the subject:

"Why aren't you off work so late?"

Jian Shi'an: "I haven't finished dealing with some work, and I'll do it now when I react."

Meng Cheng laughed after hearing this: "If you're so dedicated, should I give you a raise?"

Jian Shi'an didn't speak, turned on the flashlight and turned off the lights in the office, and asked, "Are you still leaving?"

Meng Cheng: "Let's go, why not go."

After entering the elevator, Meng Cheng pressed the second floor, but Jian Shi'an raised his hand and pressed the first floor.

Seeing this, Meng Cheng was a little surprised: "You didn't drive here today?"

Jian Shi'an: "Open."

Meng Cheng: "Didn't your car park in the garage?"

Jian Shi was content with the grill: "It's in the garage."

Meng Cheng looked at the lit buttons on the first floor, then at Jian Shi'an, and asked, "Then you pressed the wrong button?"

Jian Shi'an said lightly: "It's too late, it's not safe to drive, I'll take a taxi back."

Meng Cheng: "Not safe?"

It was the time when there were few cars on the street, and Meng Cheng was stunned after hearing what Jian Shian said—is it safe?Where is not safe.

Seeing Meng Cheng's doubts, Jian Shi'an remembered that he didn't know that he couldn't see clearly at night, so he explained:

"My eyes have poor night vision, and I can't see clearly at night, so it's not easy to drive."

Knowing each other for so many years, Meng Cheng knew for the first time that there was something wrong with Jian Shi'an's eyes. He frowned: "Have you seen it?"

Jian Shi'an nodded: "I've seen it, but it's just natural, so it's just like this."

While talking, the elevator had already reached the first floor, Jian Shi'an just wanted to go out when his arm was grabbed by Meng Cheng.

Jian Shi'an looked back in doubt, and saw Meng Cheng looking at him seriously:

"I'll take you back."

Regarding Meng Cheng's proposal, Jian Shi'an didn't say yes or no, and smiled:

"I'm only night blind, but with your expression, people who don't know think I'm blind."

Meng Cheng frowned and looked at him: "Don't talk nonsense!"

While talking, the elevator door closed again. Jian Shi'an glanced at the elevator door, then at Meng Cheng, poked him and held her hand, and said:

"The free car is worthless, but Mr. Meng, aren't you too strong?"

Meng Cheng's subordinates used too much force, and Jian Shi'an felt that his arm hurt a little.

After hearing this, Meng Cheng quickly let go, looked at Jian Shian's wrinkled suit, paused for two seconds, and said:

"Feel sorry."

Jian Shi'an waved her hand indifferently: "What a big deal, thank you for taking me home."

Afterwards, the two of them were speechless all the way, and walked to Meng Cheng's car one after the other. After sitting in the car, Meng Cheng, who had been silent all the way, asked:

"Is your eyes...affected much?"

Jian Shi'an: "Small problem, it's just that you can't see things clearly when the light is bad, so you can just pretend that I am a little short-sighted."

Meng Cheng's complexion improved a bit: "Why haven't I heard you say it before?"

Jian Shi'an laughed: "What is there to say about such a trivial matter? Did I hold your hand for no reason and tell you that I have mild night blindness? Isn't that strange?"

After brainstorming about the scene, Jian Shi'an found it a bit funny, and looked like he was insane.

For more than 20 years, Jian Shi'an has been used to his eyes being nearsighted at night. After eating a lot of carrots and still looking the same, he gave up treatment.

Because he was born with night blindness, although it could not be cured, it never got worse.

So in Jian Shi'an's mind, it's really not a big deal for him.

Meng Cheng put one hand on the steering wheel, and after listening to Jian Shi'an's words, he stared at him with a serious expression:

"No matter what, you can tell me, I won't find it strange."

Jian Shi'an turned his head without warning, and met Meng Cheng's solemn eyes, and he was rarely taken aback.

From Meng Cheng's expression, Jian Shi'an knew that what he said just now was serious.

It was because he knew in his heart how serious Meng Cheng was that Jian Shi'an had the illusion that Meng Cheng was confessing his love to him just now.

With this illusion, even for a moment, Jian Shi'an's heart beat a little faster.

The car fell into a brief silence again, and finally Jian Shi'an pouted and looked at Meng Cheng:

"I'll tell you everything, do I still have privacy?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Meng Cheng to answer, Jian Shi'an asked again: "Speaking of which, don't you have many things that you haven't told me?"

Meng Cheng thought for a while, then nodded: "That's true."

He did indeed have something that he didn't tell Jian Shi'an.

The author has something to say: lie down and fight, and make up for it tomorrow