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As for who knows Shen Mingchu best, there is no one else except her manager Ji Yanhong.

Ji Yanhong and Shen Mingchu's mother, Shen Shiyi, are family friends. The two have known each other since they were young. Shen Mingchu would enter the show business circle under her leadership. Therefore, she became Shen Mingchu's manager logically. She has been doing this for more than [-] years.

For the Shen family's mother and daughter, she really couldn't understand them very well. The two people made a decision, and even if they used eight cows, they would never be able to pull them back. When texting, he just replied a fine calmly, and then sent a wedding red envelope.

As for the marriage partner, she really could guess who it was with her eyes closed.

As soon as Shen Mingchu's specious remarks on the show came out, many people sent inquiries like this manager.

Ji Yanhong's reply was quite uniform.

"No comment."

Since Shen Mingchu was unwilling to disclose it immediately, there must be her own reasons.

Just as Shen Mingchu asked Ji Yanhong not to hype up the popularity immediately and not to take too many jobs for her when she clearly shifted the focus of her career to China, Ji Yanhong has always supported Shen Mingchu's decision as always.

She knew that Shen Mingchu was not three years old, nor 23 years old, but 33 years old.

People of this age should be mature enough to know the price they will pay for every decision they make.

Since she is willing to bear it, why should she be that bad person?

What's more, although as a manager, she hoped that Shen Mingchu could better demonstrate her financial value, but as an elder, she only wanted to see this child happy.

……

"Stay at home obediently, remember to eat dinner, remember to bring your mobile phone if you go out, and don't forget to send me a message wherever you go, lest I can't find you."

"Well, well, well, I won't run around, and I'm not a three-year-old kid, are you still worried about me leaving? Don't worry, mother Mingchu, Baby Mianmian will stay at home obediently and wait for you to come back."

"So nice."

Shen Mingchu smiled and kissed Zhao Yimian's forehead.

Zhao Yimian, who was attacked by surprise, was stunned, clutching her forehead in a daze for a long time before she came back to her senses, she said angrily: "You sneaked up on me!"

Shen Mingchu looked at her with smiling eyes, "So?"

Zhao Yimian hooked her fingers, "Come here."

Shen Mingchu came over, Zhao Yimian put both hands on her shoulders, stood on tiptoe and kissed her forehead quickly.

After kissing, he still did not forget to say confidently: "I want to kiss back too."

When the kiss was over, her forehead became hot, and her cheeks started to feel hot after the kiss. Zhao Yimian, who realized what she had done, dared not look into Shen Mingchu's eyes, but before she could chase her away, Shen Mingchu had already hugged her, bending slightly waist, put his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "Mianmian, I'm very happy."

She knew that by doing this, Zhao Yimian was actively accepting her and this marriage.

Zhao Yimian groaned, like a little pig, his face was blushing so hard that he was about to burn, and he said stiffly, "I think you're too happy..."

Shen Mingchu teased her: "Then why do you want to make me unhappy?"

"Who said I want to make you unhappy, I still have something to make you happier." As he spoke, Zhao Yimian kissed her hard on the corner of her mouth, then raised his chin and said proudly: "You are now Are you going crazy with joy?"

Shen Mingchu was stunned, and then the smile spread on her face. She looked at Zhao Yimian until she saw Zhao Yimian, who wanted to find a crack in the ground, then hugged him, picked him up and walked around the door. .

She said loudly: "Yes, Mianmian, I'm going crazy with joy!"

There must be only one household on each floor of this apartment, otherwise Zhao Yimian would be so embarrassed that he would petrify in place.

As soon as she was put down, she trotted back into the door, showing only her head, and waved to Shen Mingchu, "Don't you have a job? Go, go! Don't let the assistant wait for you downstairs for too long! "

Coincidentally, the elevator opened with a ding-dong.

"Mianmian, wait for me to come back."

Shen Mingchu rubbed Zhao Yimian's head vigorously, and strode in.

Pressing the button on the first floor, she found a small head exposed at the door. She blinked one eye and sent a wink with extremely high sugar content, and then the elevator doors slowly closed in front of her.

Zhao Yimian slammed the door shut.

She leaned against the cold anti-theft door, covered her small mouth, and cursed angrily: "What are you dancing, what are you dancing, can't you be more honest and quiet? You really have no knowledge!"

……

To be honest, Zhao Yimian has always had no real feelings about the matter of marriage.

Even though the marriage certificates of the two are now placed in the safe in the cloakroom, she has never felt that this certificate has brought much change to herself.

Switching roles is not an easy task.

Now she kind of understands why some people feel disappointed in married life.

Before marriage and during their relationship, no matter how close two people are to each other, they are still two people.

But after getting married, especially after having those two red books, the two are truly regarded as a small family in the legal sense. , involuntarily expect the other party to assume the responsibility of a wife or husband.

Zhao Yimian is not sure if she can handle this identity well.

She didn't have much confidence, but when she saw the bowls and chopsticks on the table, she got up and tidied them up neatly.

If she was at home, she would definitely not be so diligent. She would definitely have to wait for Ms. Song to invite her three times and four times, and finally let go of her demeanor and swear, before tidying up the table and washing the dishes—after all, she is her own, what does she look like? Is Ms. Song still not clear about her psychology?

But in this small family, she somehow didn't want to disappoint Shen Mingchu.

She tidyed up the room so neatly, she must be a person who loves cleanliness, if she comes back from work all day and sees dirty things still on the table, she will definitely be very upset--she just needs to think that Shen Mingchu will be in a bad mood because of this, even the last The disgusting dishwashing has become less hateful.

"I love washing dishes, oh oh oh oh~~~"

The dishwasher started to work, Zhao Yimian hummed a song he adapted, and began to tidy up the countertop.

In fact, there was nothing to clean up. Shen Mingchu cleaned up while cooking, and everything was tidy. She just took a kitchen paper towel and wiped it here and there symbolically.

I don't know why, but it's a pleasure to do something that I used to hate.

After tidying up the kitchen and dining room, Zhao Yimian even remembered that there were clothes she changed in the bathroom. When she was at home, she, a slacker, usually saved clothes for three or four days, and only after the washing machine was full, would she Wash it off together, but thinking that Shen Mingchu loves cleanliness so much, she doesn't want the other party to think that she is a sloppy person.

In the end, when I went to the bathroom, the clothes she put in the laundry basket disappeared. Zhao Yimian searched around, and finally found the balcony outside the cloakroom, only to find that she and Shen Mingchu changed the clothes last night. It has been washed and dried on the railing.

The clothes rail is smart, she pressed the switch, and it came down automatically. Zhao Yimian grabbed her clothes and touched them. It was dry. It should be the drying function of the washing machine. It's just a Huaguo person. The clothes should be dried in the sun, and the sun is just right today, even though it's only been a little more than a morning, the clothes are already full of the smell of sunshine.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but Zhao Yimian always felt that her clothes seemed to be much softer after being washed by Shen Mingchu. The aura on Shen Mingchu's body was very similar.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yimian smiled like an idiot.

"Hey hey hey..."

Putting this kind of smile on ordinary people, there will be an indescribable obscenity.

But when Zhao Yimian laughed, he looked like a silly roe deer with a white butt, so cute and inexplicably cute.

……

Shen Mingchu missed her when he left for an hour.

During the two hours that Shen Mingchu left, he missed her.

The three hours Shen Mingchu left...

"So lonely!"

Zhao Yimian sat on the chair in the study and sighed.

Why didn't she realize that she was such a clingy person before?

Ever since Shen Mingchu went to work, she found that her mind was full of that person, and she didn't even like Summoner Canyon anymore.

Thinking of certain scenes, from time to time, she would laugh like a convulsion.

Just when she was hesitating whether to send Shen Mingchu a message to ask what she was doing, she suddenly received a message from Shen Manyu.

It starts with a wretched pandaren emoticon.

Seeing that Zhao Yimian grinned, she clicked on Shen Manyu's voice, and heard the wretched laughter on the other side.

"Hey hey, how do you feel about the first day of newlywed life?!"

"Shen Eel! You betrayed me, I haven't settled with you yet! How dare you take the initiative to send it to your door?! Eel will die!" Zhao Yimian vented all her depression to Shen Manyu.

"How can this be called betrayal? Haven't you been clamoring for a rich woman who can see through your disguise, see your fragility, and take care of your young heart? Isn't my cousin rich enough? Is this soft meal Doesn't it taste good to you?"

"It's fragrant..." Zhao Yimian had to honestly admit this.

"Then what a fart, I didn't ask you to give me red envelopes, it was all for the sake of our friendship for many years!"

Zhao Yimian is not so easy to be fooled, she said: "One yard is worth one yard, a rich woman is a rich woman, you betray me, you betray me, tell me, how do you compensate me? Let me tell you, my value has risen now, It’s no longer enough to coax a meal or two barbecues.”

Shen Manyu knew that she was extorting herself, so she didn't care, anyway, she was paid by a rich woman.

"Three barbecues, do it or not, or do it."

"Dry, dry, dry! Where and when do you come out to eat?"

"tonight?"

Zhao Yimian typed out the three words "no problem", but an inexplicable voice came out of his mind.

"Mianmian, wait for me to come back."

The anticipation of the barbecue suddenly dropped to the lowest point.

"Forget it tonight, I'm going to have a class reunion tomorrow, and I'm going to save the manuscript today."

"Yo, you're dedicated." Shen Manyu on WeChat was very surprised, "Is the pigeon spirit not cooing today?"

"What kind of pigeon spirit, what nonsense are you talking about? Duan Geng, the writer's matter, can it be called Duan Geng? That is Calvin, yes, it is forced, if it is not really impossible to write, who wants to be a pigeon spirit? If I have inspiration, I am willing to update it every day..."

Shen Manyu's reply was simple and straightforward: "I believe you are a ghost."