The routine of marriage first and love later is slightly sweet

The distance was suddenly shortened in an instant, Lin Xiaosen looked at Jun Mofan's deep pupils, his cheeks began to heat up unconsciously, and her deafening heartbeat, and her untimely online connection disturbed her atrium.

She staggered the eyes that were looking at him, stretched out her hand and pushed him away forcefully, and snatched the remote control.

"Oh, don't change, I just like watching this, don't you think this idol drama is sweet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Mofan wrapped his arms around his waist and turned her over to press her under him.

At this moment, the heroine and heroine of the TV series are kissing affectionately after their successful confession. Jun Mofan leans close to her ear, and his deep voice keeps echoing in her mind: "So is he sweeter or me sweeter?"

Watching a TV series, I didn't expect it to develop into a frank meeting in the end.

Late at night.

The sweet and greasy dialogue of the TV series is still echoing, accompanied by the even breathing of the two people, it seems particularly appropriate to the scene.

domestic.

As soon as Jun Mofan left, the company's mess was handed over to George.

He first hired a large number of sailors and marketing accounts to suppress the bad comments on Jun Mofan, and then spread rumors favorable to him to reverse the situation of public opinion.

He studied management in college, and after becoming a special assistant, he also worked as a bodyguard. He didn't expect to have a lot of experience, and now he can handle this kind of bloody love triangle crisis public relations with ease.

Handle business affairs well, as well as private matters entrusted to him by Jun Mofan.

He turned on his phone, and the message he sent the day before yesterday has not been answered until now.

I thought that Zhou Ziyue was just throwing a temper tantrum for a short time, and he would come back naturally after talking about it. After all, people who know the general situation should focus on the overall situation.

Unexpectedly, he has not heard from him until now.

Children are children.

No way, in order to appease him, he had to go there himself.

When he arrived at Jun Mofan's house, Zhou Ziyue was not there. When he arrived at the guest room, even the room he usually lived in had been cleaned.

Good guy, just to get angry with Jun Mofan, that man even left such a big villa.

Driving to the apartment he originally rented, the lights were on, flickering on and off, a bit like a haunted house, weird and creepy.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the elevator had stopped for some reason. He stretched out his hand and loosened his tie. Looking at the long stairs, he gritted his teeth and stepped up.

Zhou Ziyue's apartment is on the twelfth floor. If there is a back and forth staircase between every two floors, and each single return has ten steps, then there are... well, many, many stairs.

George took his black leather bag, squatted down and rolled up his pants, and walked forward step by step under the dim light in the stairwell.

Although he exercises regularly and his physical fitness is not a problem, but these days he sits on his leather seat and watches the computer every day, and when he goes out to his cheap and inexpensive car, he will inevitably feel a little exhausted.

When he finally climbed to the twelfth floor, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead while holding on to the wall, panting lightly, he pressed the doorbell without hesitation.

At this moment, Zhou Ziyue was sitting in front of the computer for a team battle, and his teammates with pink head portraits called his brother so good in a hypocritical loli voice, which made Zhou Ziyue get goosebumps.

Suddenly awakened by the sound of the doorbell, he thought he was hallucinating. The confrontation between the two pairs was in the most anxious state, but the more he ignored it, the more diligently the man pressed it, and finally even knocked directly. .

In the end, the battle ended under the soft complaints from our sister, and he tapped the keyboard impatiently and got up to open the door.

"why you?"

The moment he saw George, he let out such a sigh, reached out and wanted to close the door again, but he blocked it with his hand and forcibly broke it open and stepped in.

A yellow-haired boy in his early twenties is no more powerful than a bodyguard who has been working for more than ten years.

"Could it be that you were sent by Lin Xiaosen to be a lobbyist? Let me tell you, if that's the case, you can just leave!"

After Zhou Ziyue finished speaking, he went to the computer and played another game.

George didn't understand why Zhou Ziyue had such a deep hatred for Lin Xiaosen. Although he didn't like her very much at first, it was because she was too weak and uncharacteristic.

"Sister Komori didn't ask me to come, Mr. Jun asked me to come, and he asked me to persuade you to return to the company."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziyue paused and continued to type in front of the computer, but at least his tone was not so resistant.

"Why did he let you come, why didn't he come himself?"

Although he hasn't read any news about Jun Mofan on the Internet these two days, he still knows that he went back to the company regardless of his objection after quarreling with him.

Since he wanted him to go back, it would be better to come by himself, why did he let this person come over.

"Mr. Jun went abroad to look for Miss Komori in the past two days, and he didn't have time, so he asked me to come over and persuade you to go back."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziyue just felt a little better, but he began to feel uncomfortable again.

It turns out that woman is more important to him than himself no matter what, so what is she in his heart, a subordinate who has accompanied him for many old age?

"Oh, that's it. You tell him that I won't go back unless he apologizes to me himself."

Seeing that he was so decisive, George didn't want to say anything to persuade him to change his mind. He looked around and put the black handbag on the table.

"Any other computers?"

Zhou Zi was more confused, so he pointed to the notebook in the corner.

"That."

George walked over, sat on the table near him, turned on the computer, took a look at the computer configuration, and it was okay.

Then he played the same game as Zhou Ziyue is playing now.

After ordering takeaway, he lay sprawled on the sofa. Even though Zhou Ziyue was concentrating on playing online games, he still couldn't ignore his naive behavior.

He frowned, showing a trace of displeasure in his brows.

"Hey, it's getting late, you should go home. I've already made it clear to you, you can just tell Jun Mofan that way when you go back, and you don't need to waste your time here."

Zhou Zi glanced at him more, and consciously went to the door to change his shoes.

"It's already so late, because you were passive at work at home, and after Mr. Jun left, I had to take care of all the company's messes. After work, I would come to your house to find you and persuade you. Until now I haven't eaten anything yet. I can't walk anymore, so I can only spend the night with you, whether you like it or not, anyway, I won't leave. "

Zhou Ziyue curled his lips when he looked at him, and his teammate Lianmai on the computer was still urging him to prepare by voice.

He really deserves to be Lin Xiaosen's assistant, even his rascal looks very much like that woman.

He turned his head angrily, and said impatiently, "You can do whatever you want!"

I don't know if it's because the teammate he was matched with was too good, or because George suddenly came to him today and touched his brow. From the moment he entered the door, Zhou Ziyue has never won.

The little sister who was pestering him online finally left him a message of garbage, and then turned to find someone else, and he was kicked out of the team within a few minutes.