After wearing a book, I reject my personality

Jing Shen has always been strong and strong, except for disasters from the sky, he rarely even catches a cold or cough. While the sudden nausea made him feel fresh, a terrible guess flashed through his mind-the author would not think that kissing would make him pregnant Bar.

Immediately, Depth of Field kicked that terrible conjecture out of his mind.

Something is wrong, it must be? I drank too much last night and I haven’t sobered up yet. Why do I have so many strange thoughts today, or is it because this novel has influenced my thoughts.

While shaking his head, Depth of Field threw the unfinished ice cream in his hand into the trash can with aversion.

Xu Ziyu followed him without saying a word, and wanted to ask him several times what was so disgusting about the kiss just now? Was it the wrong strength of the tongue or the angle of the lips was too crooked?

After returning to the apartment, Xu Ziyu greeted the housekeeper. He didn't see the housekeeper when he left, probably because the housekeeper was still sleeping. The housekeeper replied in surprise, "Sir, did you find you back?" "

Xu Ziyu's heart softened when he heard the words, and he looked down at the little girl who was circling at his feet, and his expression became serious again, "Why is it getting fat?"

Housekeeper: ...Eating more and moving less, of course I gained weight.

Xu Ziyu picked up the little girl and checked the bones carefully to see how much fat she had gained.

The housekeeper goes to get back the depth of field of the room.

Xu Ziyu touched the little girl for a while, then quietly followed to listen to what the housekeeper and Jing Shen said.

The door of the bedroom was open, and the voices of the housekeeper and Jing Shen were not loud, and there seemed to be no interruptions.

"...It's good to come back..."

"Ah."

"...why...the face is not..."

"……nausea……"

The little girl was lying happily on the arm of the second owner, but suddenly the hair on her back stood upside down. She raised her black eyes and glanced at Xu Ziyu, and used her The limited dog dealer thought about it and found that its second owner was in a bad mood. Seeing that something was wrong, the little girl immediately jumped out of Xu Ziyu's hand and ran away.

Xu Ziyu’s hands and hands were empty—not even a dog, and he was alone—the butler and Jing Shen were still whispering in the room, feeling as if he had fallen into a den of thieves.

The apartment is not as big as the Jingzhai, and there are still two guest rooms. The housekeeper tidied up the guest rooms for Xu Ziyu to live in, and while wiping the ornaments, he ate bitterly? Xu Ziyu preached earnestly, "Sir, for so many years? You have lived alone in a deserted place. It's not easy for someone, Mr. Xu, you have to let him more."

Xu Ziyu gave a absent-minded "hmm", his mind was filled with Jing Shen frowning and retching.

Could it be that the depth of field has already sacrificed to this extent in order to coax him?

Logically speaking, Jing Shen has an arrogant personality, so he would not wrong himself so much.And last night they hugged without talking all night, who wouldn't know if the man reacted?Everyone is not a fool. When he took a shower in the morning, he knew exactly what the stain on his thigh was.

The housekeeper chattered, looked up and saw Xu Ziyu was in a daze, as if he didn't listen to anything, sighed lightly, and didn't say much.

That's right, how could the domineering president's love life be smooth sailing?

After the butler hastily cleaned up the guest room, he hurried out to buy medicine for Jing Shen. Jing Shen said that he felt a little nauseated. Is this the first time he has taken care of Jing Shen for so many years? This is the first time he has heard of such a thing. ? Confessed a few words that the depth of field was uncomfortable, and asked him to take good care of the depth of field and hurried out.

uncomfortable?Xu Ziyu immediately began to think wildly, why is it uncomfortable?Uncomfortable being kissed by him?

Xu Ziyu walked into Jingshen's bedroom with a stiff expression. Jingshen was already lying on the bed wearing the shirt he wore when he went out. The quilt was lifted up to cover his waist, and his long legs were crossed on the edge of the bed. pale.

Xu Ziyu frowned, walked to the bed and stretched out his hand? First, he touched Jingshen's forehead, and as soon as his warm palm touched his forehead, Jingshen opened his eyes, saw that it was Xu Ziyu, and smiled at him, "No fever, just a little upset stomach."

Xu Ziyu was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that the IQ in his brain had dropped rapidly due to the hormonal changes in his body for nearly an hour just now, and his thoughts had also become overwhelmed, almost to the point of abnormality.

Depth of field affects him much more than plot.

Xu Ziyu withdrew his palm as if it was scalding.

Depth of Field closed his eyes again, hungover and cold food, his stomach throbbed intermittently, as if there was a spinning top in his stomach, which made him feel a little paranoid, suspected that it was the plot and wanted to be a demon.

The quilt covering his waist was lifted, a pair of big hands pressed onto his stomach, Jing Shen frowned and opened his eyes, Xu Ziyu put his arms around his shoulders, and dragged his upper body onto his lap, like hugging a baby He hugged him like an animal, so that he could rub his belly gently with his own hands.

This really made me feel better, Jing Shen closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and did not reject Xu Ziyu's kindness.

"Focus again."

"how about this?"

"Ah."

"Comfortable?"

"It's okay... go down a little..."

The housekeeper came back from buying medicine, poured water and medicine and approached the door of Jingshen's bedroom, just opened a crack in the door when he heard voices talking inside, the old man blushed, and hurriedly closed the door quietly again.

This time Mr. is serious!

Jingshen's stomach problem came out of nowhere, and it has been bad. He took medicine and drank porridge, but he couldn't get over it after a few days. Needless to say, it must be the plot.

The remaining conjectures in his mind are almost equivalent to wild thinking, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves. To ensure nothing goes wrong, Jing Shen went to the hospital to have a color Doppler ultrasound. Stiff.

Fortunately, he just lost his mind.

He is still a normal man with not too many organs, but another conclusion made by the doctor makes Jing Shen feel speechless.

"You are suffering from an old stomach problem. It must be normal? Pay more attention to maintenance, and don't take the spicy ones." The doctor prescribes a bunch of medicines eloquently. Depth of Field came alone, holding the bag of medicines and standing There was a bit of a dumbfounding in the hospital corridor.

old stomach.

Jing Shen lifted the medicine on the handle, his eyes were cold and slightly mocking.

Back at the apartment, a lunch box suddenly appeared in front of the apartment door.

Jing Shen bent down to pick up the lunch box, unscrewed it, and saw that it was a bowl of snow-white porridge, with a tangy aroma and a slight medicinal smell.

Jing Shen stares at the bowl of porridge thoughtfully, then suddenly turns his face away.

The apartment is long and strip-shaped, with one apartment on each floor, and windows are opened on both sides of the corridor to allow sunlight to come in.

There is a slender piece of window on the left, and another apartment building is diagonally opposite.

Jing Shen walked slowly to the window with his lunch box in his hand. The high-end residences and apartments were far away from each other. He couldn't see the opposite building clearly, but he could see the windows inlaid one after another, just like looking at a painting. outside the apartment.

The monitoring failed without accident, the security kept bowing and apologizing, Jing Shen remained expressionless and left the monitoring room with his lunch box.

Who knew? He had stomach problems?And you deliberately put this bowl of porridge at the door of his apartment?

Wearing a white coat, the figure with a gentle smile immediately came to mind, he was watching him?

Depth of Field was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming from his side, only to raise his eyes when he was surrounded by people.

Ever since Jing Shen's resignation letter came out, the members of the board of directors have been arguing every day. Tiansheng Media is a big company. It is reasonable to say that the chairman? Quit, just recommend a new candidate, but they don't know? What's going on, the heads of several shareholders are like paste, they quarreled and quarreled, but they couldn't find the second person.

So, like abandoned ministers, they came to invite the "emperor" back to the palace.

Everyone was crying and howling, and almost knelt down to Jingshen and shouted "I beg the emperor to return to the palace". Fortunately, this is a quiet neighborhood, otherwise such a big battle would have attracted onlookers.

Jing Shen frowned coldly, and ignored them at all. He has no interest in running an entertainment company, let alone an entertainment company that signs vague documents every day.

The shareholders didn't think so, they all begged Jing Shen to go back and take charge of the overall situation.

""Immortal Judgment" is about to land on all David TVs, and now none of the publicity plans have been implemented? Mr. Jing, please stop? It's making trouble, go back quickly..."

"The project book for the new season's audition variety show is still waiting for your signature..."

"Mr. Jing, the company is in chaos. There are so many important documents that no one has seen..."

"...The stock price has dropped by [-]%. The Tiansheng established by Mr. Jing is about to be destroyed!"

Jing Shen's footsteps stopped, turned his face, and glanced sharply at one of the old shareholders. He didn't know this person, "Tiansheng, founded by the old Mr. Jing, raised you trash?"

Jing Shen's self-cultivation has always been very good, and he can be regarded as a model among his generation. Whether in the company or in private, he almost never swears. Three points of face, demeanor engraved in the bones.

It's different now, depth of field decides? Do whatever you want, start with the little things.

Looking around at the stunned shareholders, Jing Shen said coldly: "Get lost."

Depth of Field holds the medicine in his left hand, and the lunch box in his right hand, and walks away.

The shareholders shivered together and came to a unanimous conclusion—Mr. Jing seemed to be in a good mood.

It's just words like "waste" and "scroll", which are completely harmless.

So? It's not this battle that the prospect always growls.

Xu Ziyu was taken aback when he came back from outside.

As soon as the elevator door opened, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at him. The middle-aged and elderly men standing at the door of the apartment paid attention to Xu Ziyu.

"Are you?" a shareholder asked boldly.

Xu Ziyu raised his eyebrows and asked, "You are?"

"I am a shareholder of Tiansheng," the shareholder pointed to the people around him, "We are all shareholders of Tiansheng."

Xu Ziyu: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing his handsome appearance, expensive clothes, and his tone of voice, the shareholders gathered together and whispered for a while, and the shareholder who was the first to speak replied, "Let's invite Mr. Jing back to the company. "

Xu Ziyu nodded. It's business, so it has nothing to do with him. He raised his hand to press his fingerprints. The shareholder urgently pressed his arm. Xu Ziyu turned his face, and the shareholder's eyes shone with eagerness, Please blow the wind on your pillow!"