She became addicted after marriage, and Mrs. Jiang was so spoiled that the corners of her eyes turne

With a little effort, he succeeded in making the person in his arms make a soft tone.

"Zhizhi, you want me to die?"

Normally he had no self-control over her, let alone when she was dressed like this.

The man's voice was very deep, suppressed and restrained.

When Nan Shiyu breathed out, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Well!"

His force was a bit harsh, and Nan Shiyu was sore from being sucked on.

She could clearly hear the hidden desire in Jiang Jingyu's voice.

Especially when she touched the undercurrent of ink in his pupils, Nan Shiyu flinched helplessly.

"Either...or, next time..."

She tried to push away the man who was holding her tightly.

The words were stumbling.

"You've worked hard on your business trip. Tomorrow... I'll show you what to wear tomorrow..."

How could Jiang Jingyu do as she wished?

"Why bother."

He picked the person up, threw him on the bed, and leaned over to press him down.

His fingertips hooked the gauze at her waist.

"I'm already wearing it, wouldn't it be a waste to take it off?"

—

The sky is getting darker little by little.

In extreme sleepiness, Nan Shiyu heard a voice coming from her ears:

"How many did you buy?"

She hid in Jiang Jingyu's arms with a confused tone.

"……what?"

"How many pieces of clothes did you buy that were just torn to pieces?"

Nan Shiyu struggled to open her eyelids, but ultimately failed.

Before sleepiness swept over her thoughts, she opened her lips and subconsciously replied: "...two pieces."

Jiang Jingyu stroked her back and coaxed her to sleep.

The next second Nan Shiyu lost consciousness, he kissed her forehead gently and said:

"Show me another one tomorrow."

Nan Shiyu was very sleepy and did not listen to these words.

—

The next day.

When she woke up again, when Jiang Jingyu mentioned the second piece of clothing, his already sore wrist shook violently.

The spoon in his hand fell into the bowl.

"W-where did the second one come from?" She denied, "It's just that one. You tore it into pieces yesterday, so what else are you wearing?"

Jiang Jingyu looked at her meaningfully, "Didn't someone tell me to buy two pieces last night?"

Nan Shiyu firmly denied it and said in a very firm voice:

"You heard wrong! Just that one thing, it's gone!"

The look in Jiang Jingyu's eyes was somewhat intriguing.

"is it?"

Nan Shiyu avoided his gaze and nodded firmly: "Yes, no more."

"Oh, that's it." He said in a casual tone.

Nan Shiyu was about to pick up the spoon again. As soon as her fingertips touched the handle of the spoon, she heard him say slowly:

"It doesn't matter if it's gone. I remember the style of the clothes. I'll buy you some more later."

Nan Shiyu: "!!!"

He didn't seem to notice her expression at the moment, and even asked her more closely what color she liked.

Nan Shiyu gritted her teeth and deliberately gave the most ugly color: "Black!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jingyu did not follow common sense.

"Yes. Although Madam's preferences are a bit unique, the color difference in black clothes is the most obvious, giving people a stronger visual impact."

Nan Shiyu: "?!!!"

—

After Jiang Jingyu returned from his business trip, Nan Shiyu's life returned to its previous pattern.

Either accompany him to Jiang's headquarters every now and then, or go to her branch for three days of fishing and two days of netting.

Two days later.

The top floor of the branch.

After Meng Jinche and Ruan Wen finished discussing the specific details of the contract with their partners, Meng Jinche came out of the conference room and Meng Jinche accidentally mentioned Nan Shiyu.

"Some time ago, my sister didn't come to the company for more than half a month. How come she has been more diligent these days?"

Ruan Wen, who knew something about the inside story, couldn't help laughing:

"That's because more than half of the year has passed, and she hasn't completed any of the tasks that Director Cheng has assigned to the eldest lady. She has no choice but to bite the bullet and perfunctoryly do it."

I have to say that Ruan Wen summed it up very well.

For the few projects arranged by Nan Chunian, Nan Shiyu has really been forced to perfunctory these days.

On the one hand, she is too lazy to do it, and on the other hand, she is always tired and has low energy in the past two weeks.

Before, it was impossible for her to handle any company work in this mental state.

But those projects were really difficult, and there wasn't much time left before the deadline, so she just had to be patient and perfunctory.

Meng Jinche has been abroad for the past few years, and this is the first time he has heard about the project Nan Chunian assigned to Nan Shiyu.

After Ruan Wen finished speaking, he asked again:

"Are those projects troublesome? Can we help?"

Ruan Wen glanced at him and shook her head with a smile.

"We can't help."

"Director Nan specially named the eldest lady to do those projects. Even President Nan and President Jiang didn't dare to help, let alone us."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them walked outside the president's office.

On the other side of the corridor, Nan Shiyu walked towards him with a document in his hand.

Seeing her, Ruan Wen stepped forward and handed her the contract she had just signed.

"Miss, this is the final contract with Xinrui Technology."

Nan Shiyu took it casually, looked at it twice, and then handed it to Ruan Wen, "You and Jin Che can handle it."

Ruan Wen nodded.

Two minutes later.

Seeing the door of the CEO's office closed, Meng Jinche frowned.

But thinking of Ruan Wen's words just now, he knew that he couldn't help, so he returned to his office and worked hard on the project he was working on with Xinrui, hoping to help relieve her burden in other ways.

……

After an afternoon of intense work, when Meng Jinche finished handling the tasks at hand and looked up out of the window, he realized that it was already dark outside.

He picked up his phone and looked at the time.

It's already half past eight in the evening.

After saving the file and shutting down the computer, he prepared to pack up and go home.

Before I finished packing, my phone suddenly rang.

In the quiet office at night, the sound of incoming calls seemed particularly noisy.

He stopped what he was doing and found his cell phone. When he was about to connect it, his fingers paused.

On the screen was a series of unfamiliar numbers with no notes.

After a few seconds, he slid down the connect button.

"Hey."

No one spoke there, only shallow breathing.

Meng Jinche stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the neon light and shadow below.

After waiting for two seconds and seeing that there was still no word, he put down the phone without any hesitation and planned to hang up.

Half a second before the fingertips stopped on the hang up button, a sentence sounded from the microphone:

"Meng Jinche, I am Chi Zecheng."

The words "Chi Zecheng" overflowed from the microphone, and the look on Meng Jinche's face became visibly gloomy.

He didn't cut off the phone.

Put the phone to your ear again.

But the voice he spoke was filled with sarcasm.

"It turns out that it's Young Master Chi who condescends to condescend to a higher position. What's the point of doing that?"

The breathing there was heavier, and he was obviously unhappy.

But soon, he said:

"Meng Jinche, after so many years, don't you want to recognize your ancestor and return to the clan?"

"Recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?" Meng Jinche's eyes were filled with ice. "Which ancestor do you recognize? Which clan do you belong to?"

"Master Chi, have you forgotten how you and your disgusting parents drove me out of the Chi family eleven years ago? How did you kill my mother? Now you have the nerve to beg. Do I recognize my ancestor and return to my clan?"