beautiful he is a bit stupid

"Stupid." Shen Cheng stared at Zhi Le.

Zhile smiled cheerfully.

"Little fool." Shen Cheng called again.

"Hey!" Zhile happily agreed.

Shen Cheng couldn't help it anymore, the corners of his mouth curled up.

The afternoon sun was strong and bright, projected in through the huge glass, and fell on the floor, forming a beautiful warm yellow zone. Zhile and Shen Cheng looked at each other and smiled for a while.

Some things are indeed contagious, such as smiles, such as stupidity, Shen Cheng thought.

The episode in the tea room was over, and the haze dissipated.

After that, Shen Cheng concentrated on his work throughout the afternoon, while Zhi Le sat quietly on the sofa, practiced calligraphy, then played games with headphones on, and ate snacks until the sun went down and he could leave work.

During this period, Shen Cheng received several messages from Qin Yue on his mobile phone.

"It's not just bringing people back, it's bringing companies back, tsk tsk."

"It turns out that Second Young Master Shen is quite patient and protects his shortcomings."

"Can you tell me what you're thinking now?"

"Young Master, I feel something is wrong."

"But then again, that kid is really nice. Pretty and sweet, like a little angel."

"When will you bring someone out to play?"

Shen Cheng glanced at it, but ignored everything.

At the beginning of the day, the street lights gradually came on, Zhile packed up her backpack, tidied it as clearly as when she came here, carried it by herself, and followed Shen Cheng to get off work.

Most of the staff have also left work, and there are still a few unfinished things that are still working overtime.

Shen Cheng walked on the side near the work station, and Zhi Le leaned against the wall. The two walked side by side, walked slowly through the work area, took the elevator, and arrived at the underground garage.

The previous four people's workstations were empty, and they had already packed up their things and went to the branch to report in the afternoon.

After this incident, the eyes of other people looking at Zhile are naturally different from before, and they no longer dare to have any contempt or neglect, let alone guess randomly.

"They still want to go to work?"

When he arrived at the garage, there was no one else around, Zhile was obviously relaxed and talked more, he just secretly noticed that some employees' computers were still on and still busy.

Shen Cheng nodded, came to the parking space, helped Zhile take off his backpack, opened the door, and signaled Zhile to get in the car.

"It's hard work." Zhile hugged the backpack in front of her, put on her seat belt, and said, "I still have to work overtime."

Shen Cheng started the car, drove away from the garage smoothly, exited the Yuantai Building, and melted into the busy traffic on the main road.

It was rush hour, and the streets were full of people and traffic, and there were people who were going home after a busy day.

Zhile looked out of the window through the glass, the colorful lights reflected in his eyes, like a small galaxy that kept changing.

"Working overtime is also very good." Zhile murmured while staring out of the window.

When the red light came on, the car slid slowly to a stop, and Shen Cheng glanced sideways at Zhile.

"In fact, most people don't like to work overtime," Shen Cheng said, "You are that special minority."

Zhile turned her head back, her eyes brightened, and said, "It's good to have a class."

Shen Cheng looked ahead, put one hand on the steering wheel, tapped his index finger unconsciously, and chatted casually with Zhile: "Do you like work?"

During the day, the way Zhile looked at him and the staff, and the way he carefully touched his computer, all pointed to this point, and now Zhile's answer confirmed that his judgment was correct, Zhile nodded: "I like it!"

Zhile said that he was very interested in work, and without waiting for Shen Cheng to ask, he talked about the past with a little complacency to Shen Cheng: "I used to work before."

"Oh?" Shen Cheng showed a slightly surprised look.

"Really." Zhile continued: "In a massage parlor for the blind in the county, they accept people like us besides the blind. I've been working there for a while."

Shen Cheng paused and said, "And then."

"...Then I didn't understand what two customers said, and I offended them. The boss called me Grandpa and took me back."

Even though it was several years ago, Zhile remembered it very clearly, obviously he was very concerned about that matter, and when he was talking about it now, his eyes dimmed: "I may be a little stupid in this respect." Shen Cheng tilted his head. , Looking at Zhile, Zhile recalled that memory: "I don't have many jobs that I can do, and I haven't found a suitable one since then."

The lights flickered, revealing the regret on Chiraku's face.

"So you like working?" Shen Cheng asked.

Zhile replied: "It's a good job, you can make money, and it's not bad, you can make friends."

He thought about it, and found the most suitable word in his own thesaurus: "Self-supporting."

"Well, grandpa said no, how much money do I make, but if I can do things and support myself, it would be even better." Speaking of this, Zhile sighed: "But, grandpa is worried, I will go to a far away place, Some jobs were said to be too hard, and I was not allowed to do them.”

Zhile talked a lot, got thirsty, took out a water glass from his backpack, and drank a couple of sips.He finished speaking, and his attention was attracted by things outside again, and those bad memories and regrets quickly dissipated.

When the green light passed, Shen Cheng looked forward and started the car.

It was already dark when the two arrived home, and the bright white street lamps in the garden had already been turned on, illuminating the way home.

The two went to take a bath one after another, changed their clothes, and sat at the dining table.Shen Cheng observed secretly, and saw that Zhile ate as much as usual today, apparently not affected by the day's events, so he was completely relieved.

After dinner, Shen Cheng went to the study as usual, and not long after he sat down, there were several knocks on the door, Zhile put his hand in Kapichu's big belly, and walked in with a smile.

"I'm here, watching TV."

Zhile walked to the small sofa that almost became his own, and sat down on his own: "Accompany brother, work."

It's as if the "disappearance" of the previous few days never happened.

Shen Cheng looked at him and didn't speak.

He neither nodded in agreement, nor said he wanted to drive Chiraku out.

Idiots also have the perception of idiots. Zhile seemed to have gained some confidence after what happened during the day. She didn't treat herself as an outsider in front of Shen Cheng, and she didn't look at Shen Cheng carefully like before. She sat on the sofa naturally. Next, slowly took out the tablet and earphones from Kapichu's stomach, turned it on in an orderly manner, and found the episodes he was chasing slowly and skillfully.

Seeing Shen Cheng looking at him, he also seriously reminded: "Time is money, work quickly."

Chiraku nestled in the sofa, leaned on it comfortably, and began to watch TV happily.

Shen Cheng looked at him for a while, and finally said nothing, looked away, and started to work.

The clock is ticking, twelve o'clock, Shen Cheng squats in front of the sofa, reaches out to poke Zhile's cheek, and pinches his nose, then hugs Zhile expressionlessly, and Zhile spontaneously leans against Shen Cheng's chest in his sleep , was sent back to the bedroom.

After a few days of "cold war", Zhile and Shen Cheng "reconciled as before" and returned to the previous state of getting along.

Shen Cheng used to be kind to Zhile, and always felt entangled and conflicted in his heart, but now after speaking, he became frank and natural.It is also more relaxed when facing Zhile.