You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"Ok?"

"I said, I'm also in Building 2."

"Um?!!"

This sentence made her sober up in an instant.

Lifting his eyes suddenly, he looked at the mirror covered with a little mist in front of him——

In the half-length mirror on the washbasin, there was only a woman in a bathrobe with her wet hair loose, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.

"!!!"

Miss, who are you?

At this glance, Jiang Qiyu woke up three points again due to the smell of alcohol.

This time it is really not dizzy.

She hastily left a sentence on the phone that hadn't hung up yet:

"You will come up later!"

Then he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to answer.

-

Building 2 downstairs.

It is still the eye-catching [Beijing a 886sb].

back seat.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Qi Yu's eyes were slightly dazed, and he didn't say a word for a long time when he heard the busy tone of hanging up from the phone.

"...President Qi?"

Zhao Jin looked at him from the rearview mirror, and said tentatively, "Miss Jiang... isn't at home?"

"..."

The stunned man in the back seat turned his head slowly, his calm gaze met him in the rearview mirror, and then he said three words in a straight and calm tone:

"She's home."

"Boss Qi..."

Zhao Jin scratched her head anxiously.

Young Master Jing suddenly went crazy about this matter in Country M, and cut down his full week's schedule by 40%.

Sure enough, the lack of sleep caused the body's resistance to drop. Successfully caught a cold, but he flew back to City A non-stop immediately after signing the contract.

This time, even an iron man has to rest.

But he didn't want to, he had to come downstairs to his wife to pretend to be some infatuated young man who had just begun to love.

Brother, you are already 25!

Even Zhao Jin, the tyrant butler, was a patient with first-level literature poisoning.

After following Qi Yulian's axis for dozens of hours, the resentment belonging to the workers in his heart was almost overflowing.

Now seeing the young master's absent-minded appearance, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"President Qi, it's all over now, if Miss Jiang falls asleep, why don't we..."

Before he could finish his words of comfort, the young master's eyes suddenly lit up in the rearview mirror.

The tone is even rarer excited:

"She said let me go up later."

"!!!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jin suddenly turned his head.

Frightened, he met the young master's sickly flushed face due to illness:

"Jiang, Jiang Qiyu... let you go up?!"

Be nice!

its not right!

The young master has not delivered the things carefully prepared, how can he go up? !

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhao Jin also started to feel at a loss like his young master.

Go up later?

How long to wait?

What are you doing up there?

Are you still coming down?

Is he still waiting downstairs?

Or pick it up tomorrow morning?

Do you still need to help me go to the supermarket to buy something?

Do you need to tell the young master's doctor friend?Get him ready in advance?

Not really...

But in the novel, Boss Ba and Xiao Baihua always want to call a doctor for the first time.

and many more!

Zhao Jin suddenly thought of something, and raised her eyes to look carefully at the profile of the young master in the back seat.

Perfect to almost distorted smooth jawline, high nose bridge and three-dimensional browbones, it is a charming and crazy domineering persona.

It's just that at this moment, his pale face, flushed cheeks, and those misty and moist eyes because of his illness...

hiss--

The little white flower is actually by my side? !

"..."

Of course, Qi Yu didn't know what restricted pictures Zhao Jin was imagining.

He raised his jaw slightly, and slowly counted the floors up the two buildings with bright eyes.

When I silently counted to 23 in my heart, I looked at the tightly stitched curtains, but my heart was far from being calm on the surface.

He was really anxious after receiving the call in country m, and went straight from the airport to Jiang Qiyu's house downstairs without stopping.

But Qi Yu swore.

He originally only wanted to see her as soon as he came back.

Then tell her to her face.

What he said can usually be ignored when you turn your head, but this sentence of liking is the only one that has a very long time limit.

If I had to add a metaphor...

Longer than her life.

But now, she actually let him... go up without saying a word?

For a moment, Qi Yu couldn't help thinking of what a netizen said when he was an undercover agent in the "Spring Dream Help Group":

"Otherwise, if this kind of man changes his mind one day and you haven't slept yet, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

hiss--

The man suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Is this going a little too fast?

But when you think about it, it's actually not bad.

But he is not in a good condition today, why not call her and say another day?

No!

How can this kind of thing change? !

"..."

In this way, in just 5 minutes.

Upstairs, Jiang Qiyu was so busy blowing her hair and changing her clothes that she didn't have time to think about anything.

While the young master and the housekeeper downstairs were silent on the surface, but their minds were already in a thousand turns.

Some people are wondering who the little white flower is, and some people have even changed their honeymoon location by more than twenty.

"..."

Finally, Qi Yue made up his mind and moved.

He opened the car door, and said to Zhao Jin with his usual expression:

"You go back first."

After that, regardless of whether he responded or not, he got out of the car and walked firmly towards the door of the 2nd unit step by step.

"..."

Zhao Jin, who was in the driver's seat, was immersed in the thrilling reverie of "the young master is actually a little white flower".

Otherwise, you will definitely notice the unusually stiff walking posture of the seemingly calm young master at this time.

-

23th floor.

Jiang Qiyu was busy for a long time and couldn't dry her hair. She only had time to change into ordinary home clothes, and went to the refrigerator to pour ice water to try to depress the alcohol.

It's just that her side is "tons, tons" like a cow drink.

"Beep-"

The doorbell rang suddenly, making her hands tremble in fright.

"puff--"

It gets busier and messier.

Jiang Qiyu put the water back, wiped her mouth with her sleeve and walked quickly to the door.

She was still sane, and checked with the video doorbell before opening the door.

Seeing that it was Qi Yue, he took the initiative to open the door a gap——

The dog poked out half of its head furtively.

"..."

"..."

The moment Jiang Qiyu saw him with her own eyes, she couldn't help being stunned again.

It's not a heartbeat, it's purely because the state of the man outside the door is really unusual at the moment.

The face is still the shockingly handsome face, with tall legs, long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist.

It was Qi Yue who was right.

But he...

What are the meanings of these eyes that are three parts emotional, three parts shy and four parts confused?

Brother, who are you?

Drugged?

Can't you?

What era is this? Business wars are already in compliance with the law. How can you still use this trick?

"Qi Yue?"

Jiang Qiyu opened the door a little wider, stood at the door slightly frowning and looked at him:

"You are..."

It's just that before she finished the second half of the sentence, the man's tall figure suddenly enveloped her.

The clear breath belonging to Qi Yu surged in forcefully, filling the tip of her nose in an instant.

The waist was tightened with extremely careful and gentle force, and the neck was hot.

It was as if countless fireworks exploded in her mind, her five senses disappeared, and only a hoarse voice with a heavy tiredness remained beside her ears:

"Jiang Qiyu, I miss you very much."