Time and you are my fault

Chu Yi's live broadcast room was overwhelmed by the follow-up people, and the comments were also filled by newcomers, and the previous questions were suppressed.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly getting used to this state, and interacted with the comments for nearly an hour.

She sat in front of the screen and ate while talking.

He completely forgot about the man sitting on the sofa.

It wasn't until the end of the live broadcast that Chu Yi met those resentful eyes and shivered.

She rubbed her swollen belly and blinked in embarrassment, "Have you eaten yet?"

"What do you say?" he asked back.

"How about I order takeaway for you?" She asked tentatively.

Sure enough, he saw the black face that the man expected.

"Believe it or not, I will sue you for mistreating the staff?" He approached step by step, with a smile on his mouth, but it implied a threat.

Chuy hurriedly jumped off the high chair, and stepped back nervously, "What?"

Suddenly, she remembered what she had just explained to him in the room, and suddenly felt that this man was too vengeful...

"Then...then I'll cook you dinner as compensation for the housekeeper." She looked at the face close at hand, and her heart lost its beat.

He put his hands on the wall, controlled people within his own range, and chuckled, "Thank you, boss."

The boss shouted very softly.

Like a willow leaf caressing the tip of my heart, trembling itchyly.

Chewie jumped short, escaped from his arms, and rushed into the kitchen.

Chu Yi, who was hiding in the kitchen, didn't know how popular the online live broadcast about her was.

The major platforms take turns to push, as if there is an invisible hand controlling everything.

The original negative remarks about her no longer exist, and there are only two types left.

[This blogger who loves to eat or not, who is the man in the room? 】

[This blogger who loves to eat or not, looks similar to Mrs. Heng Zong. 】

Someone even posted a comparison chart of the two photos.

One is a photo of her attending Hengzong's Centennial Celebration, in stunning attire, and the other is a screenshot of her live broadcast, gentle and demure.

The face is also exquisite, and the facial features are very similar.

But the temperament is quite different.

In the live broadcast room, even if the filter is turned off, the system's built-in beautification function will change the appearance a little, so no one can be sure that the two are the same person.

In the kitchen, Chu Yi had just boiled a pot of water when she was pushed out of the kitchen by the man who walked in.

"Don't eat?" She asked suspiciously.

Zong Yanzu took out the spinach noodles from the refrigerator, "I'll do it myself, you rest."

Chuy stood behind him, the warmth of his palm still remained on his shoulders.

Under the dim light, the man's back is even wider, giving him a sense of security.

He cooked two bowls of noodles and put them on the bar, and the two sat opposite each other.

In the silent room, the only sound was the sound of two people eating noodles.

After a long time, he put down his chopsticks, looked at the little woman in front of him and said, "As the eldest brother, miss who loves to eat or not, can you promise me a request?"

Chu Yi bit her chopsticks, and blushed a little at the words of the big brother, "You can't stay overnight."

She quickly gagged his mouth.

Then I saw the corners of the man's mouth curled up, and a heartfelt smile spread across the room.

Like a stone thrown into a lake, there are layers of ripples in my heart.

"Okay." He propped his elbows on the bar counter, leaned forward suddenly, and moved a palm away from her, "Then... give me a kiss?"

Chu Yi suddenly dilated her pupils, and her palpitations, which she had never felt before, spread from her chest to her scalp.

She felt that the air in the room was a bit thin, "You... Don't think about it!"

She jumped down from the chair and looked at the man's smiling face, "Let's go after eating."

Zong Yanqi stopped teasing her, got up and rubbed her head, "See you tomorrow."

Chuyi sent her to the door, he stood outside the door, turned to look at her inside, "The door is locked, call me if you need anything."

Chuy blinked, pressed her hand on the doorknob, and clenched it tightly, "Mmm."

He raised his hand anxiously, "Can you... give me a hug?"

Chu Yi froze for a moment, and then saw his disappointed face, "Wait a minute, I haven't caught up yet."

Chuy's heart skipped a beat.

again!

It was like this last time, and it made her feel in a mess all night!

Just when she thought he was going to leave, her shoulders suddenly felt warm.

He leaned over and hugged her, patted her back with his hands, and heard his gentle voice, "Good night, Yiyi."

After speaking, he decisively let go of his arms, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Chuy swallowed his parched throat.

She didn't know when the door was closed by her.

She stood at the door with her back against the door panel, her eyes were looking at the thick night outside the window, her mind was in a mess.

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Silent room.

Lin Luolian leaned on the sofa, in front of him stood a tall man with his head bowed.

She looked at the calm and composed woman on the screen of the mobile phone, and anger grew in her eyes, and she directly threw the wine glass in her hand on the man, "I can't do this well, what use are you for!"

The man lowered his eyes, still holding the black helmet in his hands, and said in a low voice, "Zong Yanqi appeared too quickly..."

"Enough!" Lin Luolian stopped loudly, and when she heard a man's familiar voice on the phone, her anger grew linearly, "I don't care what method you use! Otherwise..."

The man shrank slightly, as if being held by Lin Luolian, he slowly raised his head, and his appearance was exactly like Zong Yanke, "Yes."

After the man left, the room fell into silence.

She got up from the sofa, walked to the window, stared at the dense night with her eyes, a cold smile was drawn on the corner of her lips, and then dialed a person's phone.

The moment the phone was connected, she smiled, "Mr. Zheng, I'm Lin Luolian."

The person on the other end of the phone yelled instantly, "Isn't Zong Yanke hurting me badly enough! Your mistress also came to see my joke?"

After Zheng Ming's company was bought by Chu Yi at a low price, he disappeared from the capital as if he had evaporated.

People who didn't know said that Zheng Ming's hands and feet were not clean, and he was eliminated by Qinghe Capital.

Those in the know knew very well that Zheng Ming had messed with a woman he shouldn't have messed with a while ago.

As for who did it, besides the Zong family, there would be someone else, but everyone knows it without saying anything.

"President Zheng, don't be angry, Zong Yanzu attacked you because of Chu Yi, do you want to say that?" Lin Luolian stretched out her hand out of the window.

"You bitch, you just want to use my hand to get rid of Chu Yi and treat me like a fool?" Zheng Ming snorted coldly.

"It turns out that Mr. Zheng has been all-powerful for so many years, and he can swallow such a big anger. It's really a prime minister who can hold a boat in his belly." She smiled softly.

Turning the palm of the hand, the biting cold air drilled into every pore.

Zheng Ming paused, then replied with a smile, "Let's meet and talk."