always quiet

The next morning, Song Yubin walked out of his villa yawning, feeling a little confused.

Turning the car key in his hand, he leisurely walked out of the yard and walked towards the car parked casually on the main road.His footsteps stopped suddenly, he closed his eyes in disbelief, and opened them again.

Something more surprising has happened than a car being stolen

Why is Ha Jae-kyung leaning against his car with his eyes closed, listening to his MP3 more leisurely than him?

"Hey Song Yubin, why are you up so late?" Xia Zaijing frowned when he turned his head to look at him. Chenfeng raised her hair, and she looked very cool in denim.

She seemed to understand a little bit.I should like Song Yubin very much, no matter how chaotic he was in the past, now he looks at himself smiling, just like an ordinary street boy.He would accompany her to play wildly everywhere, regardless of her overly tough personality. This feeling is a freedom that has never been felt in more than 20 years.

If she didn't know him well enough, then she should start to understand him now!

"You won't forget, right? I haven't found a house for me yet." Xia Zaijing quickly put away the earphones and put them in his pocket casually.

Song Yubin was flattered.

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At the same time, Zheng Anzhi, who crawled out of the quilt in the small storage room, sat blankly by the desk.

Didn't it mean that when most people are drunk or do not have a clear mind, they will forget everything when they wake up?Why was she still holding the evidence—the key—clearly in her hand when she was asleep, remembering every scene last night clearly?

Especially the scene that should be forgotten the most——

After she threw herself hard, she did indeed grab the key.This kind of behavior is called "grabbing", right?

In fact, stealing the keys to the boss's house is really nothing.

The problem is that she didn't pounce steadily, and directly fell on the sofa with Yin Zhihou.Compared with the incomparably real cold touch under her body, she could clearly feel his soft lips, which were slightly cold, with the refreshing taste of the aroma of wine entering her mouth and heart, while her hot body Throwing him firmly on the sofa.

Then, the whole person fell limp in his breath.

There is no annoying smell of men's perfume that I often smell in the past, and the cool, autumn wind sweeps through the stale air in the room.It was obviously cold, but another kind of tenderness came through the clothes.

That's how she seems to sleep with him like a mattress

When he woke up, Zheng Anzhi's cold seemed to be cured.

But—what kind of nerve did she make wrong, unexpectedly, such a hungry wolf rushed to the ground, and gave Yin Zhihou a—forced kiss

Zheng Anzhi ran to the door of the general manager's office and paced back and forth, holding the key in his hand, and quietly peeking inside through the open door.

Yin Zhihou sat quietly on the boss chair, typing on the laptop, the morning sunlight came in through the window, and fell on his perfect side face, with a soft luster, and even the corners of his mouth felt warm

It was originally a beautiful picture that I watched many times a day, but Zheng Anzhi felt that her thoughts were dirty. Why is she hiding here to peek at it now? She used to appreciate it openly under the envious eyes of other secretaries, okay? And, why her eyes will first fall on the boss's lips

"When are you going to come in?"

Yin Zhihou in the office spoke calmly.

Zheng Anzhi met Yin Zhihou's calm gaze, and suddenly calmed down.

Walking into the office, the boss frowned and glanced at her, asking, "Where's today's newspaper?"

"Oh, I'll get it." Zheng Anzhi was taken aback, then turned around stiffly and went out.

Soon after getting today's newspaper from the front desk, she remembered that she seemed to have asked for leave yesterday, why was she still working so hard.

I'm used to being oppressed

Yin Zhihou, who took the newspaper, flipped through the newspaper at an extraordinary speed, and suddenly felt that there was still a shadow on the table, so he raised his head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Boss, don't care about what I said yesterday when I was not clear-headed. This is what Zheng Anzhi wanted to say, but——

"Well, I didn't expect that this incident was caused by that reporter Cheng. Fortunately, Manager Yan has taken care of it."

When the words came to my lips, I changed another sentence

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not that simple." Yin Zhihou curled his lips, as if thinking of something.

"Huh?" Zheng Anzhi was stunned instead.

"He didn't do much when he was the manager of Shuiyan. How could he cause such a big disturbance by himself?"

"So, isn't the matter over yet?" Zheng Anzhi asked nervously.

"Probably." Yin Zhihou put down the newspaper, folded it and put it on the newspaper shelf aside, and looked at her, "Don't think about work today, you have already asked for leave. It seems that your face is much better. If you are fine, you can Take this opportunity to pack up and move over there."

Zheng Anzhi was stunned.

Three bedroom luxury penthouse suite, just like this.

"Boss, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday." Under his direct gaze, Zheng Anzhi calmed down and said the words.

"" Yin Zhihou casually turned his eyes back to the documents on the table, and said casually, "Oh, what happened yesterday?"

Zheng Anzhi suddenly felt an invisible pressure——

"fine."

Sure enough, there are some things in the workplace that need to be automatically erased.As Zheng Anzhi walked out of the general manager's office, he nodded and added a rule to the assistant rules: learn to forcibly forget things that should not be remembered.

That day, when the employees of Shuiyan were working hard, the assistant Zheng Anzhi happily packed his things.

Er, the vest I bought last year, the windbreaker of the year before last, and this crimson evening dress that was soaked in water a few days ago, I put them away carefully one by one. I don’t know when I will be able to wear so many beautiful clothes. .

As an ordinary woman, Zheng Anzhi never tires of shopping for clothes, and still never tires of tidying up her own clothes.

Boxes, large and small, were quickly piled up on the desk, and she carried them into her arms together. The boxes barely covered her sight, and leaned obliquely on her nose. There was a faint red mark on the corners of the skin.

Opening the only door on the top floor, the goal is the large floor-to-ceiling windows. You can see the low rolling hills not far away. The sun shines in warmly. The floor-to-ceiling LCD TV shows bright spots of light, which are slightly dazzling.

Zheng Anzhi threw the box inside casually, and flung himself onto the soft sofa

Speaking of which, the sofa is relatively soft. Hey, what do you compare it with--

Next to the spacious living room, there are milky white doors of two bedrooms open on the left and right. Walk around the corridor next to the door, the toilet is on the side, and the kitchen and dining room are facing directly.The furniture is all available, all in light tones, and the white curtains are raised, giving people a very warm feeling.

She walked around the house, finally stood in front of the French windows, and took a deep breath.

——This will be her home from now on.

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It was a rare day of leisure, and her lazy cells were a little less active. Zheng Anzhi stretched her waist, took a last look at her new home with satisfaction, and put the keys of the house on the old key ring, stuffing them in her pockets. I went out without a backpack.

At the same time, Song Yubin and Xia Zaijing were still working hard and running around. At noon, they happened to see the young couple Su Qiu looking at each other affectionately outside a certain restaurant. Song Yubin and the two of them looked at each other and smiled evilly. Laughed, and then ran to be a shining light bulb.

Gu Junbiao, like Yin Jihou, sighed in the office, his expression was rare and serious.

Zheng Anzhi lay lazily on the railing by the river, looking at the sun as if it was dusk, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.

In the next few days, people were still busy and idle. Later, Song Yubin also started to run to the office continuously. Only Su Yizheng, who took pottery as his main business, didn't have the time to care about his family's business.

Zheng Anzhi heard a lot of this kind of news from the gossip girl at the front desk, and seemed to have a little understanding: Generally, people who have to support their families are very busy.

Life is still going on leisurely as usual, and Shuiyan has been working less overtime recently.With a home, Zheng Anzhi began to enjoy life again. Every day, he left work leisurely, looked at the secret recipes for beauty and beauty at home, bought a few food magazines and studied in the kitchen when he had nothing to do, looking for the feeling of those years ago.

But the boss doesn't let her follow her anymore recently, which makes her a little uncomfortable.

Until one day——Zheng Anzhi ushered in his first business trip in his career.

It seems to be going to a certain mountainous area to find a reclusive artist to buy his paintings. Zheng Anzhi doesn’t have the materials for this, and I don’t understand why he has to go so far, but it seems that the gossip information from the front desk lady Recently, a certain company called Tianhua built an art gallery, which is about to open - obviously against Shuiyan.

Yin Zhihou accepted the lesson of waiting downstairs for several hours last time, and when he left the office, he went to the next door to urge her.

Under the unhurried gaze of his boss, with cold sweat on his forehead, Zheng Anzhi sorted out the necessary documents as quickly as possible and stuffed them into the suitcase he brought from home.

"What have you brought?" Yin Zhihou scanned her bulging suitcase, and asked a question considering the car.

"Toiletries, clothes, laptops, and some documents that need to be processed are gone." Zheng Anzhi stretched out his fingers and counted.

"Too many clothes." He grasped the point instantly.

"But..." Zheng Anzhi was extremely hesitant.

"If you want to leave some mud spots on them all as souvenirs, I don't mind." Yin Zhihou said lightly.

Zheng Anzhi suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly dragged the suitcase into the storage room, and put the pile of clothes there for now.

"Okay let's go."

When she got into the car, she looked around suspiciously, but she didn't find the driver.It wasn't until I saw Yin Zhihou sitting in the driver's seat calmly that I realized it.

She bid farewell to her status as a follower for many days and came back again.

Zheng Anzhi still has good benefits as an assistant. You see, the female employees at the door are all looking at her in amazement. She is baptized by this kind of gaze every day. She originally thought that the group of women would get used to it and stop showing so much envy. However, she was the one who got used to these gazes in the end.

"Boss, you really know how to drive, right?" Zheng Anzhi's first question was this when he got in the car.

Yin Zhihou glanced at her from the mirror.

"I know boss, you have a driver's license, but but, are you familiar with this car? Do you know where the accelerator and brake are?"

The car started.

"What should I do if the fire is turned off?" Zheng Anzhi, who often encounters such situations, said weakly.

A few hours later, Yin Zhihou looked at the car parked at the foot of the mountain and felt that it was a mistake to take someone with him.

☆, eleven, twelve