worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Song Ci casually threw the half-read book aside, then found a notebook and a pen, and lay down on the ground with a pillow in his arms, facing Ji Huai's direction.

He started to draw pictures on Ji Huai.

When he was young, in order to discover his interests, his mother specially enrolled him in dance classes, singing classes, and painting classes. He knew everything, but he was not proficient in it, only a little understanding.

With just a few strokes, a tough outline was outlined.

Twenty minutes later, a Ji Huai appeared vividly on the paper, very vivid.

After Song Ci finished drawing Ji Huai, he smiled at the drawing paper with great satisfaction, put the notebook aside again, lay down on the wool carpet, and looked sideways at the snow that was falling harder and harder outside the window.

The sky is full of wind and snow, the wind is bleak, and the whole world has fallen into a peaceful and peaceful silence. As far as the eye can see, the streets, trees, and telephone poles are all piled up with white.

It's like a silent movie.

Song Ci turned over, lay down on the carpet, touched the pen again and began to write.

He wrote for a while and stopped for a while, and went out and went downstairs to lie down in the middle, and brought up a lot of snacks, and even took a basket specially, and the snacks were put in the basket.

Song Ci knew that Ji Huai liked to be clean, so he was afraid that he would scold him.

Ji Huai was concentrating on his work and remotely controlling the company's affairs. He caught a glimpse of Song Ci's behavior for a while, paused, and thought "he's been pretty good this morning".

——Although smoking and eating are prohibited in his study, if anyone dares to eat snacks in his study, he will definitely go crazy.

But Song Ci is an exception.

Ji Huai can be less demanding of him, as long as he is willing to stay there quietly, let alone eat, he will not say anything even if the whole kitchen is moved up.

The two were doing their own things, and for a while, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After Song Ci finished writing seriously, he stared blankly at the melody on the notebook for a while, and then he turned to Ji Huai: "Ji Huai."

Ji Huai looked at him distractedly: "What's the matter?"

Song Ci's voice was unprecedentedly serious: "Do you believe in parallel universes?"

It was rare for Song Ci to ask him such a serious question, and Ji Huai felt a little uncomfortable, so he paused for a while, and then nodded: "There must be."

He was even a little relieved.

Song Ci read the book all morning, and then began to think about such profound issues. Sure enough, reading can make people rational.

Song Ci lowered his head and drew circles one after another on the paper, the corners of his lips curved: "I also believe there are."

He felt that he was no longer wearing a book, but more like traveling to another time and space, another world, and met Ji Huai.

Their encounter is the best proof of the existence of parallel universes.

Ji Huai looked at Song Ci, lost in thought.

Song Ci is actually willing to engage in learning in such a serious manner. Is he more interested in physics?

In fact, he was really well-behaved. He didn't speak or cross the line all morning, let alone touch him.

Does Ji Huai have to reflect on himself, is the regulation he gave Song Ci too much?

Is it too strict to control him?

Ji Huai thought for a while in silence, then quietly left the table, took a book called Interesting Theory of Relativity from the bookcase, then he walked to the side of the carpet, coughed lightly, bent down, He said: "If you are interested in physics, you can read this book..."

He had only finished speaking halfway, when Song Ci, who was scribbling, raised his head blankly and looked at Ji Huai.

Ji Huai's face turned dark all of a sudden.

But not because of seeing Song Ci.

It was because he saw the book casually opened beside Song Ci, and the entire page was extremely... pornographic.

……

He reached out and pinched his ankle, and separated his legs...

An Chu's eyes turned red from crying, and she pleaded loudly: "I can't do it, I really can't do it...you let me go, I won't dare to tease you in the office again..."

But immediately, his voice turned into a high-pitched roar.

……

……

Song Ci looked at Ji Huai, and followed his gaze to the side.

His face changed suddenly, he quickly dropped the pen, and threw himself to the side, trying to quickly cover the book—what a joke!This is the first such wonderful spiritual food that he came to this world to see!How could he let Ji Huai see it!Ji Huai will definitely accept his book when he sees it!

But he was one step behind Ji Huai. Ji Huai quickly took the book with his eyes and hands, and even held Song Ci down. His fingers holding the book were trembling, and he looked very angry.

"This is you..." Ji Huai's voice was very restrained, "Is this the book you read all morning?"

Song Ci blurted out without thinking: "My husband, I was wrong!"

The two were stunned at the same time, Song Ci: "..."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ! !

Ji Huai's first reaction was to read that book, and sure enough, at the climax of the book, he saw Shou crying and clutching Gong's waist in the book, calling her husband over and over again that I was wrong.

Ji Huai's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his fingers trembled even more.

Ji Huai let go of Song Ci, got up and left, but he couldn't make it in the first time.

——Song Ci hugged his leg, grabbed his pants tightly, and howled, "You can't take my book! Give it back to me!"

The night life after he married Ji Huai was already so miserable, if he couldn't rely on books to relieve his spiritual needs, what meaning would his life have!

Ji Huai gritted his teeth: "You are simply not doing your job properly..."

"Give it back to me!" Song Ci glared at him, "You are a ruthless, innocent and ascetic man!"

Ji Huai: "..."

He stretched out his hand to push Song Ci away, and immediately, before he had time to react, he strode to the French window, stretched out his hand to open the door, and threw the book in his hand away.

The book drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and immediately fell to the ground, without even a foothold in sight.

Song Ci watched helplessly as his spiritual food was thrown away, and felt that his heartbeat stopped at the same time: "...!"

I am dead.

I am dead! ! ! ! !

You're not throwing my book, you're throwing my broken heart!

From today on, he decided not to talk to Ji Huai again! ! ! !

How could he do this! ! !

He is too much! ! !

It's too much ahhhhh! ! ! ! ! !

Ji Huai closed the door expressionlessly, and turned his head to look at Song Ci who was in a daze: "Don't look at these messy and weird things again."

Song Ci turned around in anger, turned his back to him, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

go away!You go away! ! !I don't want to see you at all!

Ji Huai didn't intend to coax him either, and walked back behind the table with a gloomy face.

Song Ci took the notebook, and was so angry that he poked vigorously a few times on the paper on which Ji Huai was drawn—but he couldn't get it off, he only poked a few times in the air.

A few minutes later, after calming down, Song Ci thought of an excellent idea.

He opened the notebook and picked up the pen again.

He had a good memory, and he remembered everything he had read just now.

Since Ji Huai forbids him to see these things, that's fine.

He wants to draw the plot, replace it all with him and Ji Huai, and then paste it all over the study, he must be mad at Ji Huai!

Half an hour later, Song Ci rubbed off the Nth sheet of paper expressionlessly, and threw it in the corner.

...Sorry to interrupt.

He is a scumbag when it comes to drawing. It's okay to draw a single person sketch, but to draw a pair of people...

He threw away the pen, and lay down on the carpet dejectedly, like a walking dead.

He is too useless, the distance between dream and reality is too far...

He will kneel quietly for a while.

Then in the next moment, Song Ci heard Ji Huai's voice in the study, his voice was faint: "The meeting is starting, and each department is preparing to speak in turn."

Song Ci tilted his head and listened for a few minutes.

Ji Huai is really amazing, he was so angry at him just now, and he can still hold the meeting normally without being affected at all, with clear logic and order.

He seemed to be taking the meeting very seriously.

Song Ci couldn't understand the speeches of those departments. He was about to tidy up his little world, and then quietly left without disturbing Ji Huai's meeting.

But when he packed his things lightly and was about to go out, halfway through the journey, he came up with a better idea than the painting just now.

Ji Huai didn't notice Song Ci at all, he was listening to the reports of various departments attentively.

This is a large video conference, and many company executives are all present.

Ji Huai was originally going to the company today, but because he had to take care of Song Ci, he didn't go, so the time of this meeting will not change, and he can only participate in the form of video.

It's not like he hasn't done this before, and everyone is used to it.

Song Ci walked to the desk, put Lan Zi on the table, then moved forward unexpectedly, and came to Ji Huai's side.

Ji Huai subconsciously raised his head and glanced at him, but before he realized what he wanted to do, he wanted him to talk about something later, but Song Ci narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, the smile was very gentle, and Ji Huai's mind flashed There was an extremely ominous premonition, but before he could make any movement, Song Ci reached out and pinched his chin, and quickly kissed his lips forcefully.

After the kiss, he smiled softly, lovingly recited the second line he had just learned from the book: "Honey, your lips are so sweet."

After doing all this, he stepped back very quickly, hugged Lanzi on the table in a smooth manner, chinned at Ji Huaiyang expressionlessly, turned around and left.

Ji Huai: "..."

All executives participating in the meeting and Father Ji: "..."

There was a dead silence in the conference room, there was no sound, as if by magic, the expressions on everyone's faces were frozen.

They looked at the picture on the projector, in extreme astonishment.

What the hell? ? ? ?what did they see ! ! !

I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

They are lofty, unfeeling, lonely and cold, and the iron-handed President Ji is actually pinched and kissed by a strange man who jumped into the screen! ! ! ! !

What kind of earth-shattering and explosive news is this! ! ! !

What is the relationship between that man and Ji Huai?Why did you make such a shocking move?Why is his tone so affectionate?Why does he look so A?

Is it...

Is it...

Everyone's brainstorming hadn't come to a conclusion yet, and they were all at the most nervous and excited moment, when they saw a flash on the projector screen, Ji Huai's face was ashen, without saying anything, he simply turned off the video communication.

Everyone: "..."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !