Spear Teacher

"Hmm?"

"I said, I'm in Building 2 too."

"Hmm?!!!"

This sentence scared her sobering up a little.

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the slightly foggy mirror in front of her-

In the half-length mirror on the sink, there was only a woman in a bathrobe, with wet hair, flushed cheeks and blurred eyes.

"!!!"

Sister, who are you?

With this glance, Jiang Qiyu sobered up a little more.

This time she was really not dizzy.

She hurriedly left a sentence on the phone that had not been hung up:

"Come up later!"

Then she hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to answer.

——

Downstairs of Building 2.

It was still the eye-catching [京A·886SB].

Back seat.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Qi Yu was slightly stunned, listening to the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"......Mr. Qi?"

Zhao Jin looked at him in the rearview mirror and asked tentatively: "Miss Jiang...isn't she home?"

"......"

The stunned man in the back seat slowly turned his head, his calm eyes met his in the rearview mirror, and then he said three words in a flat and calm tone:

"She is at home."

"Mr. Qi..."

Zhao Jin was so anxious that he scratched his head in his heart.

I don't know what this busy young master suddenly went crazy in Country M, and compressed his full week schedule into three days.

Sure enough, the lack of sleep caused the body's resistance to decline and he caught a cold, but he flew back to City A without stopping after signing the contract.

At this time, even an iron man needs to rest.

But he didn't want to, and had to come downstairs of the lady to pretend to be a love-struck young man.

Brother, you are 25 years old!

Even Zhao Jin, the domineering butler, is a first-level literary poisoning patient.

After working non-stop for dozens of hours with Qi Yu, the resentment of the worker in his heart was almost overflowing.

Seeing the young master's absent-minded appearance, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Mr. Qi, it's already this late. If Miss Jiang is asleep, why don't we..."

Before he finished his words of consolation, he saw the young master's eyes suddenly brightened in the rearview mirror.

His tone was even more unusually excited:

"She told me to go up later."

"!!!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jin turned his head sharply.

With a look of horror, he met the young master's face, which was morbidly flushed because of illness:

"Jiang, Jiang Qiyu... let you go up?!"

Good God!

That's not right!

How can you go up when the young master hasn't even delivered the things he carefully prepared? !

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhao Jin began to be at a loss like his young master.

Go up later?

How long will it take?

What are you going up for?

Are you coming down yet?

Is he still waiting downstairs?

Or will he come to pick me up tomorrow morning?

Do I need your help to buy some things at the supermarket?

Do I need to tell the doctor friend of the young master? Let him prepare in advance?

Not really...

But in the novels, the boss and the little white flower always call the doctor for the first time.

Wait!

Zhao Jin suddenly thought of something and looked up at the profile of the young master in the back seat.

The smooth jawline that was almost distorted, the high nose bridge and the three-dimensional brow bone, made him look like a devilish and crazy boss.

However, at this moment, his face was as pale as porcelain because of his illness, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were misty and moist...

Hiss——

The little white flower was actually beside me? !

"......"

Qi Yu certainly didn't know what restricted scenes Zhao Jin was imagining at this moment.

He raised his chin slightly, and his bright eyes slowly counted the floors up along Building 2.

When he counted to 23 in his heart, he looked at the tightly closed curtains, but his heart was far from calm as it seemed.

He was indeed anxious after receiving the call in Country M, and he rushed straight from the airport to Jiang Qiyu's house.

But Qi Yu swore.

He originally just wanted to see her as soon as he came back.

Then tell her in person.

What he said could usually be ignored as soon as he turned his head, but this sentence of love was the only one that had a long validity period.

If I have to add a metaphor...

Longer than her life.

But now, she actually asked him to... go up without saying a word?

For a moment, Qi Yu couldn't help but think of what a netizen said when he was undercover in the "Spring Dream Support Group":

"Otherwise, if this kind of man changes his mind one day and you haven't slept with him yet, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Hiss——

The man frowned suddenly.

Is this progress a bit fast?

But think about it carefully, it's actually not bad.

But he is not in a good state today, otherwise he wouldThe phone call said to do it another day?

No!

How can such a thing be done another day? !

"......"

Just like that, in just five minutes.

Jiang Qiyu upstairs was so busy that she was blowing her hair and changing clothes, and she had no time to think about anything else.

The young master and the housekeeper downstairs were silent on the surface, but in fact, their minds were already turning over and over.

Some people were wondering who the little white flower was, while some people had even changed their honeymoon locations for more than twenty times.

"......"

Finally, Qi Yu, who had made up his mind, moved.

He opened the car door and said to Zhao Jin with a normal expression:

"You go back first."

Then, regardless of whether he responded or not, he got out of the car and walked towards the door of Building 2 step by step.

"......"

Zhao Jin, who was in the main car, was immersed in the thrilling reverie of "the young master was actually a little white flower".

Otherwise, she would definitely notice the unusually stiff walking posture of the seemingly calm and composed young master.

——

23rd floor.

Jiang Qiyu was busy for a long time but failed to dry her hair. She only had time to change into ordinary home clothes and ran to the refrigerator to drink ice water to try to suppress the smell of alcohol.

But she was drinking like a cow.

"Beep——"

The doorbell rang suddenly, and her hands trembled.

"Puff——"

The busier she was, the more confused she became.

Jiang Qiyu put the water back, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and immediately walked quickly to the door.

She was still rational, and she used the video doorbell to check before opening the door.

Seeing that it was Qi Yu, she took the initiative to open the door a crack——

The dog poked half of its head out.

"......"

"......"

The moment she saw him in person, Jiang Qiyu was stunned again.

It wasn't that her heart was beating fast, it was just because the man outside the door was in an unusual state.

His face was still that breathtakingly handsome, tall, long legs, broad shoulders, and narrow waist.

It was Qi Yu, for sure.

But he...

What does this look of three parts emotional, three parts shy, and four parts confused mean?

Big brother, who are you?

Did someone drug you?

That's impossible?

What era is this? Business wars are all law-abiding, why do you still use this trick?

"Qi Yu?"

Jiang Qiyu opened the door a little wider, stood at the door and frowned slightly at him:

"You are..."

But before she finished the second half of the sentence, the tall figure of the man suddenly enveloped her.

The clear breath belonging to Qi Yu surged over, instantly filling her nose.

Her waist was tightened by extremely careful and gentle force, and her neck was hot.

It was as if countless fireworks exploded in her mind, and her five senses disappeared. Only a hoarse voice with a strong sense of fatigue remained in her ears:

"Jiang Qiyu, I miss you very much."