Chapter 860

"You are not mentally ill, are you?"

Shi Sheng feels that Ji Yunan's recent mood is just cloudy and sunny.

"Go to bed," he said, looking at the time on his watch. "It's ten o'clock."

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Shi Sheng lost sleep.

The burning pain on the lip, together with the place that Ji Yunan had kissed, was also burning pain.

From the place where she lay, she could see the sky through the gap of the curtain.

The clouds are thick tonight, the sky is dark, and the warm yellow lights in the garden make it light orange.

"Ah."

When Sheng pulled over the quilt to cover his head, he almost called impatiently, turned over and called again.

Maybe it's because Ji Yunan lives in the next room. She can even smell the smell of him. The smell of oak is mixed with the smell of tobacco.

It's very annoying.

She didn't go to sleep until after midnight.

Seven in the morning.

Shi Sheng wakes up from the nightmare and opens his eyes. What comes into his eyes is the white of the ceiling.

The dark images in the dream fade like the tide.

The alarm hasn't gone off yet.

She lay in bed for a while before she lifted the quilt.

Go downstairs after washing.

Ji Yunan has been sitting in front of the dining table, wearing a formal suit, shirt up, showing a strong wrist.

Every action reveals the strict family education that men have developed since childhood.

"Ma'am."

Shi Sheng wears a professional suit and light make-up.

I haven't painted for a long time. I'm a little rusty in technique. I've wasted some time.

She opened the position opposite Ji Yunan and sat down. She took a knife and fork to cut bread. Her eyes focused on what she cut in her hand. "I promise you to go back to Ji's work, but I will leave Ji's in a year, and you are not allowed to appear in front of me this year."

The woman's long hair is slightly curled, and there is no flaw on the porcelain white skin, even the pores are almost invisible.

That layer of light fuzz was fainted by the light.

Ji Yunan holds the knife and fork tightly, but it's only a slight movement and it's gone in a flash. Shi Sheng doesn't see it.

He swallowed the food in his mouth.

Hook the hook lips, radian light very, lift eyes, light swept her one eye, "good."

Shi Sheng: "I'm not sure."

As soon as the story of Shi Sheng as the deputy general manager of the company spread, the whole company was boiling.

Although no one said anything, no one has extreme behavior, but the kind of not obvious rejection and disdain, but clearly in everyone's face.

Although Shi Sheng has been Ji Yunan's Secretary for many years, the responsibilities of the Secretary and the manager are totally different. On the first day of starting, and the people at the bottom don't cooperate, she has some difficulty in dealing with many things.

This kind of hard work is directly reflected in her negative tiredness, sitting in her seat with a book over her face and not wanting to move.

She does not know what the reason is, let Ji Yunan make this kind of decision is no less than pulling out the seedlings to encourage.

Shi Sheng is playing with his mobile phone. He wants to call Kevin for a second or two to ask about the situation, but only for a moment.

Lunch is in the office to eat, after eating, and continue to gnaw at that pile of mountains of documents.

Originally, I was very sleepy, but I thought that I would be able to return to China in two months, and I could completely escape Ji Yunan in a year, so I continued to insist.

She wasn't so serious in college.

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All day long, Shi Sheng is dizzy, tired, hungry and sleepy. She turns the desk lamp on the desk to make her eyes comfortable. She closes her eyes and pinches her swollen eyebrows.

This period of time is too easy, a little bit unable to adapt to such a high intensity of work.

"Can I get off work?"

When people are extremely tired, their vigilance is the weakest.

Hearing someone ask, Shi Sheng subconsciously answers, "no, there are so many documents to deal with."

After answering, I searched my mind for the owner of the sound.

She looked up.

Looking at leaning on the doorframe of her office, looking at her man leisurely and indifferent.

Ji Yunan.

Shi Sheng frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Pick you up from work. Let's go."

"I still have work to finish. You go back first. I'll take a taxi later."

The man bowed his head and lit a cigarette. His voice dispersed with the smoke. "Go back to dinner and work overtime after dinner."

"Overtime?"

With a bitter face and a bad temper, she pushed the things on the table forward, like an angry child, pouting and unwilling.