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After a while, Shen Yingxun started to be busy again.

Christmas and New Year are just around the corner. How to carry out better planning activities and attract more customers has become the focus of shopping malls.

The planning department worked overtime almost every day, and Liang Xu had returned to his post as if nothing had happened, and continued to complete the design work he was in charge of, but he was more silent and restrained than before.

Everything seemed to be back on track, but Shen Yingxun never saw him follow Hou Qian step by step.

To be specific, Shen Yingxun rarely even saw Hou Qian's shadow.

He asked the personnel department and found out that when the company was busy, the investment department, which had already completed its annual tasks, began to take turns to take vacations calmly.

This made Shen Yingxun, who had nothing to do with vacation most of the time, couldn't help but itch.

There are still a large number of new emails pouring into the mailbox every day, but I have never seen that familiar name, and I have never received any reply about business affairs.

Shen Yingxun's refresh rate went from several times a day to once a day. In the end, he simply threw the matter back to Mr. Zhu who always gets off work on time to enjoy life, and ignored Mr. Zhu's frown.

It is often close to midnight when he gets home, and Shen Yingxun has long since had no time to fulfill his promise of cooking. Fortunately, there are lights that are always on, smiling faces and hot meals every day, so that he can finally relax the nerves that have been tense all day .

Eat a little supper and chat a few words, take a shower and roll the sheets, or simply do nothing and sleep with someone in your arms, wake up in a daze the next day and clean up the breakfast on the bedside table before going to work.Shen Yingxun enjoys the rare warmth and leisure with peace of mind, and occasionally even thinks that it's not bad if it lasts forever, which in his previous view was really absurd.

Reluctantly waking up from sleep again, Shen Yingxun habitually reached out to touch the breakfast on the bedside, but only found nothing.

He rubbed his eyes, his consciousness gradually came back, and he looked down at Qian Yan, who rarely got up early and was still sleeping in his arms——

The thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was no blood.The good-looking face is full of tiredness, and I don't know if it is his illusion, the face seems to be sharper, and it looks more exhausted than him who is busy with work every day.

I've been under a lot of pressure lately, what I did last night seems to have gone too far.

Shen Yingxun thought a little apologetically, but had no regrets.The other party failed to beg for mercy last night, but the temptation to endure it came to mind. It was obvious that it was serious to prepare breakfast, but he lowered his head by mistake, bit the other's lips viciously, forcing the two lips to separate, and he drove straight in.

Qian Yan murmured vaguely, and responded subconsciously. He seemed to wake up after a long time, his eyes opened wider and wider, and then he pushed Shen Yingxun away from him, and sat up straight: "Oops!"

Shen Yingxun, who was enjoying the lingering and was almost pushed out of bed, was full of displeasure, and sat up: "What's the matter?"

"Been in bed, it's almost 07:30, you're going to be late." Qian Yan hurriedly put on his clothes: "I'm going to get some breakfast, it's very fast, you can eat before leaving."

Shen Yingxun couldn't help but chuckled as he looked at his back.

Qian Yan turned to look at him in puzzlement: "Why?"

It took Shen Yingxun a long time to stop laughing, and said, "My dad was like this when I was in school."

"..." Qian Yan's face turned green and pale, and finally stared at him in embarrassment: "Don't make trouble."

Shen Yingxun looked at his lips that were already wet and red from the kiss he had just had, and moved in his heart, and leaned forward to hug him again, looked at his increasingly sharp face from the side, and frowned: "You recently Did you lose weight?"

"Ah?" Qian Yan scratched his hair: "No way?"

Shen Yingxun thought for a while, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek.

"...It hurts, it hurts!" Qian Yan grinned and shouted, "Boss Shen, what are you doing?"

Shen Yingxun looked at his hands seriously: "It seems that the meat is a little less than before."

"...How is it possible?" Qian Yan patted his hand, and rubbed his painful face in confusion: "You are at home every day, like raising a pig, how can you lose weight?"

Shen Yingxun's heart skipped a beat.

Qian Yan, who was waiting for him to come back every night, naturally couldn't go to Quanchang Street to do his business again.

During these days, he never seems to have cared about how Qian Yan, who just left Yang Yang and lost his focus of life and job, spent a long day.

I never even thought about finding out.

Because that person always faced him with a smile, as if he was living a leisurely and comfortable life, and he didn't need to worry too much at all.

"...Mr. Shen?" Qian Yan stretched out his hand in front of his eyes in doubt: "Why are you in a daze? Let me go, or you will be really late."

Shen Yingxun suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly said as if promising: "When I finish my busy days, I will be able to be with you well."

Qian Yan was stunned by the nonsensical words, stared blankly at the apologetic expression on the other side, and it took him a long time to react.

Then he opened his arms, hugged him firmly, buried his face in the other's shoulder, and hid his helpless smile.

In fact, he doesn't need such a verbal promise. He treats people from the heart, not a sense of indebtedness arising from hindsight.

Shen Yingxun hugged the person in his arms, and suddenly had the urge not to go to work at all, just keep hugging him like this.

In the next second, he couldn't help being annoyed——

How could he, who had always been called a workaholic and disowned his relatives in official business, come up with such a childish idea.