"You haven't learned to kiss for so long? Why are you so stupid? " He swallowed and blamed her with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on the soft lips.

Tong en pursed his lips and slowly breathed evenly. "You'll say it!"

The taste of being kissed by him is still itching in my heart. It's like the little seed he planted in his early years. It's nourishing bit by bit. Now it's blossoming and fruiting, and I firmly remember the feeling of heart beating.

Tong en couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, "no malice? Mr. Ji has learned to tell lies with his eyes open. No, long ago you would have turned a blind eye. "

Speaking of this, his voice is weak.

Tong en glanced at him and heard him say, "last time I went home for dinner, it was a bit unpleasant. I apologize to you on behalf of Yu Tong and my mother. They didn't mean anything..."

The man put the paper in his hand on the table. He had a pair of white hands, much whiter than Wan Jingting's hands, but not so slender and broad. Once these hands played the piano for her, now these hands can only be used to exchange documents.

As soon as she lifted her eyes, she noticed that the shirt on the man's body was a birthday present she had given him a long time ago. She pursed the corners of her lips and looked away. "Sorry, I didn't hear that. If Mr. Ji has anything to explain in the future, you don't have to come here in person. Just let the Secretary inform me. "

Ji Jinhe hand holding a document, "knock, you did not respond, I directly came in."

Tong en rubbed his temple with his hand and breathed gently, "Mr. Ji, don't you have to knock when you come in?"

A gentle voice crept into her ears.

"Tired?"

After a while, she vaguely felt that someone came into the office and opened her bleary eyes. When she saw the familiar face in front of her, she suddenly woke up.

More or less tired.

In the morning, she went to the company to deal with some problems, and immediately called Vicky, and reflected to Vicky what she learned from him last night. After talking for a while, the two ended the conversation. Tong en was a little tired, so she lay on the table and squinted for a while.

One night, accompanied by him, Tong en slept soundly, and the shock brought by the small car accident didn't bring her too serious harm. After a good night's rest, her condition improved a lot.

He stroked her soft hair with a big palm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his thin lips gently opened: "rest early tonight."

"I'm also looking forward to that day, so that everyone will know that Wan Jingting is my husband."

Tong en leans his head on his shoulder, smiles, thinks quietly, and wants to tell him, do you know how I wish you would be healthy forever and not suffer any more.

Very serious and focused eyes, in the long buried feelings.

His voice seems to have some charm, low and charming, hidden in every word, in every syllable.

The man looked at her, his heart is not like, rubbed her hand and said: "I'm looking forward to the day when you put on the wedding dress. Don, you don't understand this long-standing expectation. "

He frowned and comforted: "Tong en, it's all your family. Why are you so stiff?"

"It's yours, not mine." Tong en pulled out a smile, with his hand a few mouse, took the document he put on the table, asked: "Mr. Ji, what do you need to tell me to do?"

Ji Jinhe frowned deeply, his index finger curled up on the table, and his voice was cold. "This is a dinner party for rich businessmen who are going to develop with Tong. If you can get his investment, your company's position will be more stable."