The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

Seeing him raise his fist, An Jing reflexively hugged An Yang tightly in his arms as a protective gesture, but her eyes were still fixed on the young man's face unwilling to show weakness, "I'm different from you, I can't do such a disgusting thing."

Ge Zijie's figure paused, and he suddenly recalled the situation before and after An Jing danced in her office. It turned out that those expressions of refusal to admit defeat and gestures of going all out to fight were because she misunderstood what she meant.

Ge Zijie's eyes were fixed on An Jing's raised stubborn face, and the waves in his eyes turned into a very turbulent trend.

If you don't have the guts, what else can you do!

"Who!"

The expected pain did not fall on her body, An Jing opened her eyes that were closed because of fear, and looked for the sound.

"let me go!"

The young man's arm was held by a hand and he couldn't move. The owner of the hand was wearing an expensive silver watch. His fingers could still maintain a slender and beautiful shape even when he was exerting force. When the young man was angry, he turned around and found the other party After it turned out to be a woman, she became even more annoyed.

Ge Zijie ignored him from the beginning to the end, but after blocking him, he lowered his head and said to An Jing who was squatting on the ground, "Take your sister to the doctor."

The woman said this with an expression as if she thought she was in the way, An Jing didn't dare to stay longer, she quickly stood up from the ground with An Yang in her arms, and ran away from her.

"Thank you."

The doctor said that Anyang's resistance ratio was lower than that of ordinary children, and suggested that Anjing take Anyang to the hospital.

"It is reasonable to say that the average height of an eight-year-old girl should be around 1.2 meters 1.1, but the children in Anyang are not even [-] meters [-], which is too different from the average data. Maybe it is caused by improper diet or work and rest on weekdays. Children are stunted, so This cold has had a greater impact on her body."

An Jing frowned in embarrassment, she just threw the wallet to her cousin in a fit of anger, "How much does it cost to be hospitalized?"

"The bed in the emergency room will be cheaper. I have seen that there are still vacancies. You just need to take the receipt and pay at the toll gate."

An Jing saw the settlement figures clearly in the final list, and the fraction of more than 100 points was already all her belongings.

"Thank you." An Jing stood up and carried Anyang out. Although Anyang's figure was smaller than the average child, her arm muscles were already sore to the point of trembling after hugging her for so long.

"I come."

With her hands empty, An Jing turned her head and found that An Yang had been hugged into her arms.

Anyang opened his squinted eyes to see the person holding him clearly, and then softly lay on her neck and muttered, "Pretty auntie, you are here to help us."

Holding the list in her hand, An Jing looked at Ge Zijie in a daze, not knowing how to react. She had been taking care of Anyang before, and ignored all the things she was going to report today. She just saw in the corridor that Ge Zijie had helped her After a while, I suddenly remembered.

On the first day of work, An Jing magnified the boss's pigeons. An Jing only felt that she would be thankful if Ge Zijie didn't fire her, and didn't dare to expect anything else.

"room number."

"what?"

Seeing this, the secretary wants to speak up to help explain, AW who doesn't know, their Director Ge hates the subordinates who can't understand after saying it once.

"Tell me the room number on the list in Anyang." Ge Zijie repeated it patiently, and his tone was calmer than usual, almost making the shocked eyes of the secretary beside him fall out of their sockets.

"Emergency department..." An Jing hurriedly reported the room number.

Ge Zijie left immediately after hearing this. An Jing's thinking didn't keep up with the director's swift and swift action style, so she didn't know what she meant.

"Come with me." The secretary on the side said.

"Thank you."

"I can't bear this. If you want to say it, just tell our director. Don't look at her with a straight face, and occasionally she will show consideration for the company's artists."

"Be considerate..."

An Jing inexplicably recalled the figure of Ge Zijie grabbing his cousin's arm in the corridor just now. No matter what he did, this person seemed to have a paralyzed expression that remained unchanged for thousands of years. When I was there, I also had a cold "I just happened to pass by" expression on my face.

"May I ask you a question." An Jing was thinking about throwing out the question that had been stuck in her heart, "Did your director include...y many artists."

The secretary was startled, quickly covered An Jing's mouth with her hand, looked around, and then whispered in her ear: "Don't gossip about her behind our director's back, it's over if she hears it."

"Hmm." An Jing nodded.

"Huh..." The secretary lowered his shoulders, feeling that it was necessary to explain to her, "These are all rumors, rumors, how could we do such a thing with the impenetrable appearance of our director."

"Then it's a rumor that she likes girls?"

"this--"

An Jing really got to the point. The secretary has been with Ge Zijie for so long, and she has never met any artist in the industry, and she rarely gets close to anyone. Just because she doesn't take the initiative doesn't mean that no one will post it. .

It's like Miss Yuan, the daughter of editor-in-chief Yuan of the magazine department, who runs to the office on the top floor every now and then.