Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Shen Wanci looked at the page that Bo Jingzhou had opened. The handwriting on it was graceful, completely different from his sharp handwriting.

She couldn't help but recall the scene where she was squatting between the coffee table and the sofa, filling in the forgotten past word by word. Only then did she know that Bo Jingzhou had been ill for a short time, and she felt sad and worried at the same time. Even the sweetness that should have been there when she saw those contents has been diluted. Now that he is standing by her side, even if she doesn't remember anything, she is still full of sweetness.

Seeing Shen Wanci just looking at the diary without speaking, Bo Jingzhou felt a little panicked for no reason. He had seen Wan Wan's words exactly like this, but her silence made him feel uncertain again.

"Could it be...that you didn't write it?"

Shen Wanci didn't want to answer such a knowingly stupid question. You could tell by looking at the handwriting whether it was written by her.

The less she spoke, the more stubbornly Bo Jingzhou wanted to hear the exact answer from her mouth, "Wanwan, did you write these?"

Shen Wanci was annoyed by the noise and pushed the person away angrily: "No, it was written by a ghost."

The man frowned, "You are not allowed to curse yourself."

Shen Wanci: "..."

Look, isn't this quite clear?

After getting the answer he wanted, a smile appeared on Bo Jingzhou's lips, and his mood became visibly brighter.

Entering the bedroom, before closing the door, he pulled her into his arms from behind, rested his chin on the woman's slightly thin shoulder, pointed to one of the sentences in the diary and asked: "At that time, did you have anything?" Diandian likes me."

Because he was so close, his voice was lowered a bit when he spoke. The heat fell on her earlobes, and a numbing sensation spread along the blood vessels throughout her body.

Shen Wanci lowered his eyes and looked at the place where his fingers were.

It was a mountain climbing activity. She went with Yucheng, but because the organizers overestimated the physical strength of a group of pampered daughters and young masters, the descent time was four hours later than originally planned. She had not brought enough water and food. It was not enough. When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, everyone was thirsty, hungry and tired. Their legs were trembling and they wanted to roll down the mountain road.

Shen Wanci's throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. She even wanted to make a wish to marry anyone who gave her a bottle of water, but before she could take action, half a bottle of water appeared in front of her.

It was handed over by Bo Jingzhou.

Without saying a word, he gave her the water and walked forward. His body temperature was still on the outer wall of the bottle.

It was getting late, and Shen Wanci was lagging behind again. Everyone was too tired to care about themselves, so it didn't attract many people's attention.

"In that situation, how could I have the energy to think about these things."

She really didn't think about it. At that time, she liked Nie Yucheng, and Bo Jingzhou was his good brother. The two of them had little interaction. She couldn't make someone like her just because she gave him half a bottle of water. She wasn't that thick. Shameless.

When they met again later, he never mentioned this matter, so she put it behind her.

Bo Jingzhou was unhappy and kissed her again and again on the side of her face, saying in a low voice: "Idiot."

Shen Wanci: "Who do you think is stupid?"

"I," his voice was aggrieved, "I did this stupid thing of doing good deeds without leaving a name, and I did so many more."

Shen Wanci looked down where his finger was, and the more he looked at it, the harder he laughed: "Well, it's very stupid."

If she hadn't fallen into such a miserable situation later and had a desperate mentality to sleep with Nie Yucheng, with Bo Jingzhou's temperament, she would probably have been fermented in her heart.

"No, I have missed so much time and I have to make up for it now."

After Bo Jingzhou finished speaking, he carried him to the bed. He knelt on one knee and put his hands on Shen Wanci's side. The veins on his neck and the back of his hands were bulging.

The man lowered his head, and his heavy breathing, together with his lips, fell on Shen Wanci's eyelids, which felt soft and slightly moist.

"Wanwan, I'm optimistic about the day. March 27th is a good time to get married. Can we choose to hold the wedding on that day?"

Shen Wanci's hands and feet were weak from his kiss, and her mind was in a daze: "Yeah."

The marriage certificate has been obtained, and the wedding is only a matter of time.

The next day.

Shen Wanci woke up late. She was too tired last night and the alarm didn't wake her up. The seat next to her was already empty. She hurriedly got up from the bed, washed up in a hurry and drove to the museum.

Even if I hurry up and hurry up, I'm still late.

Fang Mowei was helping her wipe the workbench. When he saw her coming, he smiled: "Buanwan, Director Yu asked you to go to his office after you come. Why are you late today?"

"Ah."

Shen Wanci ran all the way from the parking lot. She put her bag in the cabinet panting and automatically ignored Fang Mowei's last slightly intimate question.

Although he was her assistant, apart from official exchanges, the two of them had no personal interactions at all. Why she came late had nothing to do with him.

After she put down her bag, she went to Director Yu's conference room. After discussing the matter and returning to the workroom, Fang Mowei immediately came over with his cell phone, "Wanwan, what do you want to drink?"

Shen Wanci shook his head: "No, I won't drink."

For Fang Mowei, a second-generation official who comes here to work on his resume, she has always let him go as he goes, arranging the simplest tasks for him. If he wants to do it, he can do it. If he doesn't, forget it. He can go wherever he likes, and do whatever he likes. He didn't join this profession just because he liked it, and he wouldn't stay here for long, so she didn't bother to bother with him.

"Wanwan, you don't have to be so polite to me..."

"You're not polite," Shen Wanci pulled up a stool and sat down. In order not to affect her vision, she tied her hair into a ball and tied it back, "I don't like drinking milk tea. You can go and do your work. You don't have to stay here with me. "

Fang Mo was used to being praised by others, and Shen Wanci's repeated rejections made him annoyed. Moreover, he had been staying in this shabby museum for several months, and he had long been tired of it. Sitting for so long and dusty Only a fool would be willing to take a job that is big and pays damn low.

He wanted to pursue Shen Wanci, so he asked his family to send him in. But before he could start pursuing her, the woman asked for leave for half a year.

Damn...

He gritted his teeth in hatred, but Shen Wanci was already busy minding his own business. In her eyes, he was probably not much different from a human-shaped ornament.

Fang Mo had to endure it again and again, and finally resisted his urge to smash the phone on Shen Wanci's head. He had been waiting for so long, and it would be really uneconomical to give up without getting any benefits: "Save it." , do you have any problem with me?"

When Shen Wanci heard this, he stopped moving his hands and his indifferent eyes fell on him, "You are my assistant. According to the rules, you should call me 'Teacher Huanwan'. I have no objection to you. Just brush up your resume." You don’t need my opinion either.”