Chapter 9

At the beginning of each key university in X city, a strong cold air came, and Fang Mengru, whose throat had not yet recovered, was sick in bed because of the rampant cold germs.

Because of the need of work, Ji zhanrui specially equipped a new mobile phone for Fang Mengru. When she was able to make a sound, Fang Mengru immediately called her best friend Qin Dingding and reported that she was safe. After all, she didn't work part-time for more than a week.

"Isn't your voice ready yet?" Qin Dingding is a little bored and lies on the table. Without Fang Mengru, she feels empty.

"It's almost ready. It's OK." Fang Mengru's voice is hoarse. Before, she was afraid of Qin Dingding, so she made up a random reason to say that she had found a stable job as a nanny. Because she was in a hurry, she didn't have time to say hello to the part-time manager. As for her voice, it was all due to her cold.

"Stop yelling at your duck voice." Qin Tingding laughed at her, and finally said softly, "Xiaoru, you should take care of yourself. Don't be tired. You should remember that you are a patient now."

"Yes, yes, madam Qin." Fang Mengru "Gaga" to pull the voice to smile, really a little "duck voice" feeling.

After talking for more than an hour, the two girls reluctantly hung up the phone. Ji zhanrui, who was sitting at his desk looking at the design drawings, raised his head and stretched his waist.

"Finished?" Ji zhanrui is not happy. He really can't understand what two women have to talk about.

Warm yellow light covers Ji zhanrui's whole body. He is usually cold and indifferent. Under the light, he exudes a unique masculinity, which makes people want to get close to him.

"I can go out and take a taxi." Fang Mengru nods a little embarrassed. After coughing two times, he looks at Ji zhanrui with some regret. Does he think she has disturbed his work?

It's said that public and private are distinct, but these days Fang Mengru has a cold and a high fever. Ji zhanrui sleeps with her every night. Even when he is in the study, he wants her to accompany him with a quilt. It seems that the "little maid" has become a "sick follower" and has not played a role in business, which makes Fang Mengru really upset for several days.

Chagrin turns to chagrin, but Fang Mengru really feels happy these days. In the past, she had to fight against all kinds of troubles. Now that she has one more person to take care of, she always feels warm in her heart. Even if she keeps telling herself that he never takes her seriously, the sweetness still comes out of her heart.

Just like at this moment, even the air is filled with his own flavor, making her feel inexplicable peace of mind and unprecedented satisfaction.

"Nothing." The coffee in the cup has cooled. Ji zhanrui frowns slightly, looks at the design drawing in his hand, and slowly puts down the glass in his hand.

Ji zhanrui is engrossed in the drawing. Fang Mengru realizes that he wants to drink coffee, so he gets up to get the cup.

"What's the matter?" Ji zhanrui suddenly holds her hand. He raises his head and her eyes are deep. She looks down and her eyes flow.

At the moment when they were looking at each other, Fang Mengru felt that her heart was beating faster and faster. In a panic, she looked away quickly.

"I'll get a hot one." Fang Mengru adjusted her breath and pretended to be careless to his eyes. Her hand was tightly held by him, and his warmth was constantly coming.

"Go and come back." I don't know when Ji zhanrui fell in love with the feeling of being alone. When he was with her, his heart was not so empty.

When Fang Mengru comes back with a cup of honey grapefruit tea, Ji zhanrui puts his hand in the center of his eyebrows, closes his eyes, and looks at the fatigue on his face. She can't bear it. After carefully putting down the cup, she takes a thick Nightgown from the hanger and gently covers him.

"Why so long?" As soon as the thick robe fell on him, Ji zhanrui took the opportunity to hold her fingertips and felt a little cold. He took her in his arms and wrapped his robe around her. There was a smell of blame and doting in his voice.

"Don't drink coffee all the time. It hurts your stomach." Just being held in his arms and listening to the sound of his even breathing, Fang Mengru felt that her cheek was hot and quickly handed the cup to his mouth.

Ji zhanrui smiles but does not speak. He takes a sip of her honey pomelo tea. The fragrance dilutes his sleepiness. The taste is not sweet and greasy. Maybe only she can produce the flavor he wants.

"Is it more novel to change it into a three-dimensional model?" Fang Mengru, whose eyes fell on the design drawings, suddenly pointed to one of them and said, "this sign is not conspicuous enough. I think it should be exchanged with this one."

After that, Fang Mengru took out a pencil from the pencil holder and another one from a pile of A4 paper beside the desk. Her small pink mouth pursed slightly, and her small hand holding the pencil kept changing its direction and angle. Soon a logo that was more in line with the product image emerged.

Ji zhanrui looks at her expression of focusing on the design on paper, and her heart is palpitating.

Why does her idea coincide with her own? Even the logo design is very similar? It is clear that all his ideas and designs are still brewing in his mind, but she is already in the pen.

Is there really a person in this world who has a heart to heart relationship with him?

At this moment, he just wanted to kiss the silly goblin.She caught a glimpse of the love in his eyes. She saw it so clearly that her heart missed a beat. She quickly grasped his bad finger.

"Young master, do you need to prepare a night snack?" Wu Yicai appeared at a bad time.

Fang Mengru is shocked. She pushes Ji zhanrui away in a hurry and sits back on the sofa in a panic. She wraps herself up with a quilt. Her little face is bright red.

Next time, he should take her to a place where there are only two of them. Ji zhanrui squints to calculate, but the little woman on the sofa seems to like to hide in the quilt when her mood is out of control.

When Fang Mengru officially began to go back to school, it was almost half a month since the beginning of school. Fortunately, there were not many courses for her senior year. Graduation thesis and internship became hot topics in her last year of college. Everyone hoped to be assigned to the j age, but there were only three places each year.

"Xiaoru, what did the Department Director tell you? Is it the assignment of internships? " Qin Dingding, who had been waiting at the gate of the director's office, saw Fang Mengru come out, quickly took her hand and asked questions excitedly.

"Well." Fang Mengru nodded absently.

"What's the matter with you? Isn't the cold all right? " Qin Tingding put a hand on her forehead. The temperature was normal.

"No, I'm fine." Fang Mengru shook her head. Her mind was in a mess.

At the end of last term, the department director once talked to Fang Mengru, intending to recommend her to the design department of J times branch, implying that she should prepare ahead of time and not take it lightly in her senior year.

But today, the department director told her that she would be arranged to work as an assistant to the president of J times head office. Even if the major is wrong, why would the branch company that went to practice change into the head office?

In this way, whether she is in J era or in Ji zhanrui apartment, her boss is the same person - Ji zhanrui!

If you think about it carefully, Fang Mengru can't think of a second person besides Ji zhanrui, but why did he do it? Is he in love with her?

No, it's impossible! He is the master and she is the servant. How can he like her? Fang Mengru lost her spirit and turned pale.

"Xiaoru, your face is really bad. Isn't it because the director of the Department said that things didn't count last time?" At this juncture, everyone is too sensitive to the internship assignment. Seeing Fang Mengru's face changing again and again, Qin Dingding is worried about her.

"Hey, is this your way? Don't get in the way Lin Xiaoya, with a long wavy chestnut wavy hair, smelled of perfume and strong perfume, even though he could smell it from one station to another.

Fang Mengru only felt that a hand on her back pushed her hard. If Qin Dingding had not been quick eyed and quick handed, she would have fallen miserably.

"Hey, did you mean it?" Qin Dingding was not happy at first. Lin Xiaoya didn't know that the nerve was wrong. Since they entered the University, she has been aiming at Fang Mengru everywhere, but she tripped over Fang Mengru several times.

"Oh, who should I be? Isn't this Fang Mengru, the sick beauty and fake Daiyu? " Lin Xiaoya covers her mouth with one hand and exaggerates to show surprise, but her eyebrows and eyes are full of irony.

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" Lin Xiaoya raised Fang Mengru's chin with one hand, looked at her face carefully, approached her ear and said in a low voice: "it's not that she has no money to be a young lady, but that she has been upset?"

"Get out of here, get rid of your dirty paws." Qin Dingding slaps Lin Xiaoya's hand and protects Fang Mengru fiercely.