After the rebirth, the boss mommy's vest fell off

Yan Chenfeng couldn't bear to break the harmonious atmosphere, walked through the living room and went upstairs alone.

After he took a shower, changed into his home clothes, and came to the study to prepare for work, Shen Zhiyi also came in with his laptop.

The woman was wearing the same style of home clothes as him, and she sat on the sofa beside her like no one else, kicked off the rabbit slippers on her feet, and sat cross-legged.

Next, turn on the laptop.

"Have you finished watching the TV series?" Yan Chenfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and an imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes.

When he was working, he didn't like to be disturbed.

But Shen Zhiyi was different.

With this little woman by my side, I can get twice the result with half the effort.

"En." Shen Zhiyi replied, staring at the computer, "I don't think it's interesting later, so I came here, but Mom is quite interested in that drama."

That kind of large-scale house fighting drama with short stories is most in line with the appetite of middle-aged people.

But who would have thought that the screenwriter of "The Lin Family Courtyard" was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl when she wrote the play?

Shen Zhiyi clicked on a document called "Changyue Biography", put her hands on the keyboard, and began to revise it.

This is the second work after she wrote "The Lin Family Courtyard". The background has changed from the house to the palace.

In her previous life, because of Mar's many tasks, and the fact that she had Yang Yang and Nuan Nuan shortly after she married Yan Chenfeng, the script had been left there without further improvement.

Seeing that Madam Yan has been chasing "The Lin Family Courtyard" for the past few days, she remembered that she had such a semi-finished product in her hand.

Shen Zhiyi didn't intend to go back to her old job at first.

But when she heard Song Qingyin say that she couldn't receive any dramas recently, she suddenly thought of "The Legend of Changyue", and felt that Song Qingyin was very suitable for the role of "Shen Changyue", so she wanted to finish the script and put it on the screen again. impulse.

It was very quiet in the study, only the sound of clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard could be heard.

On Yan Chenfeng's computer is a full English financial report. The gentle and stern man wears gold-rimmed glasses that he only wears at work, staring at the screen meticulously.

Seemingly focused.

In fact, all the attention went to the little woman on the side.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive.

The same goes for women.

Shen Zhiyi was half nestled on the sofa comfortably, her long black hair hanging softly on both sides of her cheeks, and after a while, her slender fingers lifted one side of her hair and pinned it behind her ear, revealing her delicate and delicate face.

The picture is quiet and beautiful.

Yan Chenfeng's eyes sank, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhiyi didn't raise her head: "I'm writing a novel."

novel?

Yan Chenfeng was slightly startled.

She thought Shen Zhiyi was typing codes.

But I didn't expect that this little woman has quite a lot of hobbies.

After a pause, Yan Chenfeng asked again: "What subject matter?"

"The domineering president is in love with me."

"..."

The corner of Yan Chenfeng's mouth twitched.

The next question he asked was inexplicable even to himself.

"You really hope that a domineering president will love you?"

"Ah?" Shen Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, and finally she was willing to raise her head and look at Yan Chenfeng.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

There was even a faint taste of food on the man's face.

Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "Honey, you must be jealous, right?"

Yan Chenfeng's eyelids twitched violently, and he denied it flatly: "No."

How could he be jealous with someone who doesn't exist?

absurd.

"Oh, that's good." Shen Zhiyi raised her eyebrows, "I said you wouldn't be so childish."

Yan Chenfeng: "..."

For the next time, neither of them spoke.

The story of "The Legend of the Long Moon" was short of an ending. Shen Zhiyi thought of several versions, but was not satisfied. He always felt that it was not enough, so he simply put the notebook aside and looked at Yan Chenfeng with his chin resting on his hand.

Yan Chenfeng, who took off his suit, was a little less aloof and aloof, and a little more approachable, but his abstinent face did not change at all, it was still so awe-inspiring, but also pleasing enough.

Shen Zhiyi stared at the man's handsome and noble profile, and couldn't help but sigh.

I really don't know what she thought in her previous life, let alone such a perfect man as Yan Chenfeng, she just fell in love with Fang Zhuo, that scum.

Maybe it's because Fang Zhuo always has a gentle and refined image in front of people, but Yan Chenfeng is freezing cold, and at that time, she didn't know Yan Chenfeng well enough, and felt that he was violent and bloodthirsty in his bones, so she fell in love with Fang Zhuo even more. Such a beast in clothes.

After Yan Chenfeng finished reading the financial report, he noticed someone staring at him from the corner of his eye, and his magnetic voice overflowed from his thin lips: "Is it that good-looking?"

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head, and blurted out: "It's very beautiful."

The sudden straight ball made Yan Chenfeng startled, his heart seemed to be scratched by a kitten, and his ears were inadvertently stained with a thin layer of red.

damn...

He dug a hole for himself.

Yan Chenfeng took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at Shen Zhiyi: "Then see enough."

Shen Zhiyi was not polite either, her eyes full of spring water were tightly glued to Yan Chenfeng's body, and there was a slight smile on her lips, which was a bit provocative.

Yan Chenfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he hooked his fingers towards her: "Come here."

"what?"

"The closer you are, the more clearly you can see." Yan Chenfeng said nonsense seriously.

Shen Zhiyi was bored at idle, seeing Yan Chenfeng's initiative to invite, she quickly got up and walked over, but unexpectedly, just as she walked to Yan Chenfeng's side, a big hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into her arms.

The man's chest was firm and warm, and when he bumped into it lightly, he could even feel the strength of his muscles.

Shen Zhiyi put her arms around Yan Chenfeng's neck, and sat on his lap, it was the first time she admired the man's sharp facial features so closely.

In the next second, slender fingers caressed Yan Chenfeng's face, tracing his eyebrows, nose bridge, and thin lips.

It was as if he wanted to keep the man's appearance in his heart forever.

Yan Chenfeng let the woman make small movements on his face, the tip of his nose lingered with the fragrance that belonged to Shen Zhiyi, his eyes dimmed inch by inch.

Suddenly, Yan Chenfeng grabbed Shen Zhiyi's wrist, and the other hand clasped her slender waist, and slowly approached her.

at this time.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Daddy, Mommy, Nuannuan and I are going to bed."

Hearing Yang Yang's voice, Shen Zhiyi quickly stood up from Yan Chenfeng's lap, got up and went to open the door.

The door opened, and there were Madam Yan and two Xiaotuanzi standing outside.

"Mom..." Shen Zhizhi straightened his hair, his expression a little cramped.

Seeing the blush on Shen Zhiyi's face that hadn't subsided, and Yan Chenfeng's impatient face behind him, Mrs. Yan understood instantly.

She cleared her throat, pretending to be calm: "Nuan Nuan asked you to kiss me good night, hurry up and I'll take her to bed."

The implication is that we will leave right away and will not delay the two of you from doing business.