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The anger in Jing Yihong's heart that had been suppressed with great difficulty rose again, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were piercing: "Small things?"

"Isn't this a trivial matter? It's nothing more than a trip to the airport, and she deliberately ignored me and the last glass of wine in front of everyone."

Ruan Qianya paused for a moment, "If the two of you didn't have conflicts, you wouldn't even have that glass of wine."

Jing Yihong's already indifferent face turned pale at this moment: "Have you ever thought that if I keep silent, it will not be just this glass of wine."

"I'm fine." Ruan Qianya said these words.

Jing Yihong's jawline was extremely tense, and after a long while he finally spoke, and only said one word: "Okay."

Then he left the co-pilot, locked the door with a shake of his hand, and drove straight home without saying a word.

In the next few days, I don't know whether it was Maggie's conscience who found out, or that night she really felt that she had done something wrong, but unexpectedly she didn't cause trouble again.

Jing Yihong's whole person is almost upside down, working day and night, every inch of time is packed.

Ruan Qianya noticed a small change, that is, they seemed to be the same as before, but Jing Yihong stopped joking with her.

In addition, he was really busy with work recently, and the two of them didn't say a few words apart from work.

Ruan Qianya couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, is it because he hasn't let go of what happened that day?

Recently, for the convenience and saving time, Jing Yihong usually stays in the company to work.

Today, because Xia Pei bought a lot of vegetables on purpose, he said that he would let them, who are busy day and night, make up for it, so he called Jing Yihong back.

Jing Yihong worked until three o'clock today. In order not to disturb Ruan Qianya, he chose to work in the study.

Ruan Qianya didn't know why, she had been insomnia until now, she went out quietly, wanting to see Jing Yihong.

But he found that the desk lamp inside the half-closed door of the study was still on, but Jing Yihong was gone.

After a while, she heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

Ruan Qianya quietly went upstairs again, standing at the door of the bathroom, hesitating whether to tell Jing Yihong to let him rest quickly.

At this moment, the bathroom door was slammed open, and a pair of cold hands filled with water droplets directly dragged her into the bathroom.

Ruan Qianya was startled, and almost exclaimed, a slender finger pressed against her lips, and Jing Yihong's deep voice exploded in her ears: "Don't call, do you want Mom to hear? "

Ruan Qianya opened her mouth in vain, but no sound came out.

She struggled and turned around in Jing Yihong's arms, standing face to face with him.

Jing Yihong simply put on a bathrobe, his hair was still wet, and it hung messily around his ears. Water drops dripped from his hair, and then formed a small puddle on his collarbone.

Ruan Qianya's struggling movement just now caused a large piece of his loosely tied bathrobe to fall apart, exposing his solid chest.

Jing Yihong inserted his slender fingertips into his hair, straightened it casually, and said softly: "I've been with you for so long, and I don't know that you have the habit of suddenly taking a shower in the middle of the night."

Ruan Qianya was at a loss for words, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth to say: "I was afraid that you would stay up too late, so I came to persuade you to go to bed early."

Jing Yihong's thoughts moved slightly, and he stretched out his other hand to pat Ruan Qianya's head: "Understood, I can just sleep in the study, and I have to leave early in the morning."

Ruan Qianya bit her lower lip lightly, hesitated for a long time and said, "Are you angry with me these days?"

There was no wave on Jing Yihong's face, he shook his head lightly: "No."

But the word "there is" was written brightly in those eyes.

"I know you're angry because of Maggie." Ruan Qianya stretched out her hand and grabbed Jing Yihong's arm, "But it's over, isn't it? She hasn't moved much recently."

Jing Yihong was noncommittal, looking at Ruan Qianya with deep eyes.

"Let's make up." Ruan Qianya gently put her other hand around Jing Yihong's waist, "Stop arguing, okay?"

It was as if someone lit a fire on Jing Yihong's body, causing him to ignite a fire from the hinterland.

He hugged Ruan Qianya back into his arms: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Ruan Qianya's eyes were clear and bright, she still looked up at Jing Yihong, and repeated what she said just now: "Let's make up, shall we?"

Jing Yihong finally couldn't bear to disarm and surrender, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, he sighed, and hugged Ruan Qianya tightly: "I'm not angry, why am I willing to be angry with you?"

Ruan Qianya muttered aggrievedly: "Then you haven't paid much attention to me these days."

"I don't pay much attention to you. It's because I'm reflecting, and I hope you can reflect on what you said that day." Jing Yihong hugged her up, "It's also because there are really too many things to do these days."

In fact, Ruan Qianya could tell that although Jing Yihong didn't say anything, he could feel his fatigue from her eyes.

"But now I have more important things to do." Jing Yihong put Ruan Qianya on the bed, raised his lips and smiled dangerously at her.

A ray of sunlight came in through the crack of the window, and the window was opened by someone.

The wind blowing in from the outside lifted the thin curtains, and the curtains were entangled in an ambiguous posture in the wind, like two people on the bed.

However, it was not the sunlight that woke Ruan Qianya up, but the alarm clock.

Ruan Qianya's body was sore, and she couldn't even raise her hand.She struggled to turn over and mobilized all her strength to raise her finger to touch her mobile phone.

Suddenly there was a faint scent of milk, and a hand passed over hers, turning off the alarm clock for her.

Jing Yihong's slender figure stood in front of the bed, and said softly: "This is your breakfast, I put it on the bedside for you, if you want to sleep, I will go to the company."

Ruan Qianya struggled to sit up when she heard the sound, but the pain in her waist made her fall back again, she glared at Jing Yihong: "Are you not letting me go to work?"

She looks weak now, coupled with this fierce look, she is not convincing at all.

Jing Yihong curled his lips imperceptibly: "Go when you wake up."

"You don't even think about who did it." Ruan Qianya said angrily, but her face turned red suspiciously.

Jing Yihong leaned over and pinched her mandible, kissed him lightly on the eyes, turned and left.

Ruan Qianya lay on the bed for almost an hour before slowly getting up.She looked at the already cold sandwich and milk, and was thinking about whether to heat it up, when the phone rang suddenly.

"Hi, hello, who are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before he spoke, "I don't know if I'm lucky enough to be remembered by Miss Ruan Qianya."