The president called me my wife after losing his memory

When we went back, there were a lot fewer people on the subway, but there were still no vacant seats, so the two got on the train with their bags.

Zhao Ying was obviously tired, his beautiful peach eyes could hardly be opened, they were narrowed into a slit, Ji Li doubted that he could fall asleep standing up.

The subway passed another stop, and someone got off, and there happened to be a vacant seat on the train, so Ji Li hurriedly asked Zhao Ying to sit down, and asked the child to take a rest.

Zhao Ying sat on the seat, holding the things he bought just now, feeling drowsy, he nodded unconsciously, and after a while, he put the top of his head on Ji Li's stomach, and fell asleep.

Ji Li supported the handle with one hand, and gently rubbed Zhao Ying's hair.

When the subway door opened, there was a breeze blowing into the carriage, blowing over the sides of the two of them, their hair swaying with the wind.

Everything is so quiet, so comfortable.

The regular meeting on Monday morning was probably the last meeting before the year.Everyone is excited about the upcoming New Year and the holidays, and everyone has no intention of working, counting the days of the holiday with their fingers.

Ji Li is well aware of the careful thoughts of his employees, this is human nature, he can understand, so he turned a blind eye, although he himself is not so looking forward to the arrival of the Spring Festival holiday.

Therefore, after briefly discussing the special event launched by the company's games during the Spring Festival, we are ready to end the meeting.

Ji Li was wearing an iron gray suit and tie of the same color. Before leaving, he tapped lightly on the table:

"In response to the national epidemic prevention policy, this year's year-end party is cancelled. As compensation, I will give each of you an extra 1000 yuan as a year-end bonus."

After he finished speaking, everyone in the conference room blinked in unison.

"What? Don't you want to have dinner together?"

Seeing no response from the crowd, Ji Li asked.

"Ah no no no."

Everyone shook their heads, they just thought that President Ji was simply too handsome.

Ji Li looked at them shaking their heads like rattles, and showing bad intentions again. He looked regretful, and said, how wronged he was.

"So you don't want to eat with me."

Sure enough, as he expected, the expressions of the employees were brilliant, and Ji Li laughed with satisfaction, and the hearty laughter echoed in the meeting room:

"I'm just kidding."

After speaking, he put the folder on his shoulder in a good mood, hummed a song and left.

Drama is contagious, he seems to have been infected with strange fun by Zhao Ying.

? !

Panicked, the employees of Ji Li Company panicked.

Aren't their Ji Zong the unsmiling and unfriendly flowers of Gaoling? !Why did you change your sex all of a sudden!

Joking and humming, and smiling so nicely, really, it's killing me.

When everyone looked at each other at a loss, Ji Li shot back:

"Ye Sinan, come down to my office."

Then he told the others:

"Stand on the last shift a year ago, and give me a good job."

In Ji Li's office, Ye Sinan held his breath with his head down, nervously tugging at his skirt, like a primary school student who made a mistake and was called by the teacher to be punished.He is the company's queen screenwriter, mainly responsible for the writing and adaptation of the game's plot. He just wrote the latest plot of the company's best-selling game "Lover" and handed it to Mr. Ji yesterday. To be honest, he himself has a very bad premonition .

"Sinan," Ji Li finally spoke after a moment of silence:

"I finished reading the script you sent me yesterday."

finish watching? Read more than 20 words in one night?Should he be worthy of being their season boss?

Ye Sinan thought about it, then heard Ji Li go on to say:

"With all due respect, your update this time is really not satisfactory. To put it bluntly, it is very boring."

He put the script on the table, and pressed the bridge of his nose helplessly:

"I should have said it many times, don't always write about the plot of the boss's wife running with the ball, players won't buy it."

Ye Sinan's hands were clenched into fists. With his pride as a literati, he really wanted to swear to the death to defend his work. It was the result of his liver explosion and sore fingers every day for half a month. He really wanted to shoot the script. On Ji Li's face, he yelled loudly:

"Watch it if you like it, and get out if you don't like it!"

His works are his own flesh and blood, and he was suddenly called boring?He can't bear it!What happened to the tyrant's wife running with the ball?What happened to dog blood?What a funny and cute meme!With this meme, he can write 180 soft articles without repetition!

But he can't bear it and has to bear it.

The Ji Boss in front of him is his dearest boss, and the ones who pay him are his parents.This is like the father who feeds you, clothes you and gives you pocket money suddenly accuses your own son one day. There is no need to get entangled in this situation. His son gave Fatty a beating.

So, he put aside the arrogance of the literati, and said humbly:

"Yes, Mr. Ji, you are right."

"Go back and change it, just change the plot of running with the ball in it, and leave it to me before get off work tonight."

Ji Li threw the script in front of Ye Sinan.

"Mr. Ji! It's only been a day, and I can't write at all!"

The plot of running with the ball takes up 4000 to [-] words!He's not that fast!At his peak, his speed was only [-] per hour. Even if he could maintain this speed, it would still take more than ten hours!And the plot is not what he says he can write.

Ye Sinan wanted to cry but had no tears. They need inspiration most when they are creating, but who knows when they will have inspiration.

"Can't write?" Ji Li's face was frosty, and there was danger in his expression:

"If you can't write, I will let you feel the feeling of running with the ball?"

"Yes! I can write it!" Ye Sinan was dumbfounded!Is Boss Ji teasing him?Obviously not, Mr. Ji is threatening him!The threat of red. fruit. fruit!

Listen, listen, is this still what people say!

Ye Sinan wanted to cry, but silently walked out of the office with the script.

Looking at Ye Sinan's back, Ji Li couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Sinan is a person who has nothing to say about his literary skills, and his brain is big enough and novel enough, but his performance is always unstable, but in this era when memes are almost written, creativity is the most precious thing.Therefore, he could only bear with Ye Sinan's petty problems and weird secrets.

Of course he knew that Ye Sinan's new script could not be finished in one day. The reason why he said this was just to cure Ye Sinan's procrastination. up.

At noon, everyone went to eat.Ji Li didn't have much appetite, so he asked Liu Ting to eat first, and he planned to sleep in the lounge of the office before talking.

He took off the jacket of the suit and hung it on the hanger, loosened the tie, unbuttoned the first few buttons of the shirt, and pushed open the door of the inner office with a pair of slender and straight legs.

The room in the office is not big, just like his office, it is mainly in gray tones. There is a simple single bed in it, covered with dark gray linen sheets, which are very smooth and there is no crease. , which is not often used here.

On the left side of the single bed is a small wardrobe, which contains two sets of Ji Li's spare suits for special occasions.

Ji Li pulled down the white blinds, and the room became dark all of a sudden. He took out a blanket from the lower shelf of the closet, and lay lazily on the bed.

Ji Li didn't sleep much, and she didn't have the habit of taking a nap on weekdays, but shopping was really exhausting yesterday, and at night, she read the script sent by Ye Sinan overnight.As the saying goes, tiredness adds up, after he lay on the bed for a while, his consciousness became blurred.

The sound insulation of his office was average, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard loud voices coming from outside the door.He frowned, didn't bother to care about it, and prayed that the voice would disappear after a while.

Sure enough, as he expected, the room became quiet after a while, and he also fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, everything was quiet and peaceful, and there was nothing unusual. He seemed to smell the faint scent of lemongrass in the air, and the warm winter sun sneaked in through the gaps in the blinds, lazily sprinkled on his body, which was extremely comfortable.

He turned over in a daze, feeling something solid and elastic pressing against him.

"Um……"

He is still not conscious, in a haze, there is a soft object tossing and turning on his lips, the movement is very light and gentle, and the thin lips lightly pass over his bright red lips, like feathers brushing lightly, tickling Very comfortable.

He closed his eyes, feeling a little anxious in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to pull something closer to his body.

All kinds of pictures of kissing with Zhao Ying came to mind, Ji Li couldn't help but want to laugh at himself, it must be too empty, even the dream is full of these shy things, but it is because in the dream, he has no worries, unscrupulous Enjoy the satisfaction brought by the intimate contact between lips and teeth.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, and the sound of allowing and sucking could be heard occasionally.I don't know how long it took, but Ji Li woke up somewhere in his deep sleep, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Zhao Ying looked at him with a smile full of peach blossom eyes full of autumn water, his thin lips were slightly swollen, revealing a seductive red.

Alas, it's true, kissing Zhao Ying in a dream, I was so confused that I had a hallucination, and there was a phantom of that person in front of my eyes, Ji Li couldn't help laughing at herself, and closed her eyes lazily.

Really had a good night's sleep.

wrong!and many more!

He opened his eyes suddenly again, only to realize that the person in front of him was not his illusion.At this time, the two of them were clinging to each other on a single bed, and Zhao Ying's strong arms were wrapping around his waist.

Not only that, he could feel as if something was pressing against him, and his body was also strange.

The two of them quietly looked at each other like a fateful confrontation in a movie, and then unanimously showed their pistols, and pressed them against each other's foreheads, as if they were going to fight each other to the death and die together.

It's just that the gun was not in his hand.

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