Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Yi thought very simply. If he wanted to pretend to be in front of relatives, especially grandpa, he must be a little more intimate than last time.

But the last time he called Zhou Shen's husband, he felt that Zhou Shen was not particularly acceptable.

If he doesn't accept it, then change the name again.

Qiao Yi didn't lean on Zhou Shen's shoulder after asking, but put his head on the pillow again, but now he was looking sideways at Zhou Shen, obviously waiting for Zhou Shen's answer.

But Zhou Shen's hand was still on his waist.

Last time I didn't feel anything, it was Zhou Shen who took the initiative, mainly because he felt that Lin Yan was too troublesome, Zhou Shen didn't like to deal with a role like Lin Yan, so it would be more practical to ask Qiao Yi to help.

But at that time, he didn't realize so clearly that Qiao Yi's waist was so thin and soft.

Zhou Shen froze for a moment, then hummed.

Anyway, in front of grandpa, I have to pretend and shout whatever I want.

After a few seconds, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar.

Maybe it's too hot in the house.

Zhou Shen retracted his hand.

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and touched her waist, feeling a little itchy, but he got Zhou Shen's answer, so he focused on it, trying to make himself ignore the feeling on his waist, and asked seriously: " Is there anything else that needs attention?"

"Do you need me to remember your relatives or something?"

Qiao Yi remembered that when his family held a party, his parents would always pull out a long list of relatives. Although he didn't know many people on it, he would still write down the names and identities of those relatives. This kind of coping is inevitable.

But Zhou Shen just said lightly: "No need."

His expression seemed to be more indifferent than before.

Qiao Yi was a little puzzled. He knew that Zhou Shen's parents were gone. It was written in the book that Zhou Shen grew up next to Mr. Zhou, but Mr. Zhou was not only the son of Zhou Shen's father. The Zhou family was a big family. I can't see it from the book, but Zhou Shen must have many relatives.

But Zhou Shen didn't seem to care about them.

But this happens to save trouble.

Although Qiao Yi used to listen to his parents and say hello to all relatives politely, and he would receive a lot of compliments, but in fact he didn't like this feeling, obviously many people usually don't associate with him, Someone even called him by his first name.

Everyone is hypocritical.

Qiao Yi grabbed the corner of the pillow and nodded.

"I'm not familiar with them." Zhou Shen finished his coffee, looked at the bottom of the coffee cup, and didn't know why he had to add this sentence.

Those relatives are dispensable to him.

When he was an adult, he went back to the old house for dinner a few times. Although those relatives kept silent in front of him, their eyes always betrayed their hearts.

They would say that he was cold and heartless, that he was a white-eyed wolf, and even grandpa would be scolded together.

Zhou Shen didn't care about it before. After his parents passed away, only his grandpa was left among his relatives. If they didn't talk about grandpa in front of his face, he never paid attention to it.

But he still couldn't help turning his head to look at Qiao Yi, just in time to meet Qiao Yi's bright eyes, and he didn't see anything similar to disgust or disgust from Qiao Yi's eyes.

Qiao Yi seemed a little sleepy leaning on the pillow, half-closed her eyes, and whispered to him when she heard his words: "Okay, I see."

"I also have a lot of relatives I don't know well."

Qiao Yi tilted her head: "I don't like them either, so don't be unhappy when you mention them." Qiao Yi said, tugging at the corner of Zhou Shen's clothes.

"I didn't..." Not happy.

Zhou Shen finished half of his sentence, clenched his fingers holding the coffee cup, and stood up: "I'm going to make coffee."

Qiao Yi sniffed the smell of coffee in the air, Zhou Shen definitely didn't add sugar, it smelled so bitter.

He watched Zhou Shen enter the tea room with his back straightened, pursed his lips and touched his chin.

He guessed that Zhou Shen must have said that he was not unhappy just now.

But Mingming was about to write "I hate those relatives very much" on his face.

The tone of his speech was even colder than when he spoke to himself at the beginning.

Does that mean that at least Zhou Shen likes himself, a little more than those relatives?

Qiao Yi squeezed the corner of the pillow, narrowed her eyes and smiled, the phone rang suddenly.

In the tea room, Zhou Shen frowned on the brightly polished coffee machine.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes.

He's not unhappy, he doesn't care.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Shen threw a piece of sugar into the coffee for the first time.

When he returned to the living room, Qiao Yi was frowning and looked very distressed. Seeing Zhou Shen came out, he put away his mobile phone and said, "Brother Zhou Shen, grandpa asked me to go there a day earlier."

Grandpa Zhou Shen called just now, saying that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and asked him if he would like to go to the old house early.

Qiao Yi searched Yuanshen's memory, and found that Yuanshen and Grandpa Zhou Shen didn't say a few words at all. It can even be said that Yuanshen ignored Grandpa Zhou Shen and didn't treat him as his elder at all.

But Grandpa Zhou Shen's tone when he called just now was very gentle and kind, which reminded Qiao Yi of her grandfather.

He was a little moved.

And also go a day early.

But he was also afraid of meeting other members of the Zhou family.

Zhou Shen was stunned for a moment, "You can go if you want. Before the birthday party, there is only grandpa in the old house."

There is no need to ask him about this kind of thing. Where Joe wants to live is his own freedom.

Qiao Yi's eyes lit up, "Are you coming at night or the next day? If you live here alone, will you feel deserted?"

Qiao Yi seemed to have regarded this place as her own home. Zhou Shen came back to live every day these days, and he was used to living with two people.

"No." Zhou Shen took a sip of his coffee, frowning at the sugar cube.

He was used to living alone, and Qiao Yi living here was the culprit that caused him to not sleep well every day.

Qiao Yi sighed softly, a little disappointed: "Okay, then I'm going to sleep."

As soon as he stood up, he heard Zhou Shen say without emotion: "I will try my best. If the company is not busy, I will go there earlier."

Qiao Yi tilted her head, and raised the corners of her lips: "Okay, good night, Brother Zhou Shen."

After speaking, he seemed to be in a good mood and went upstairs.

Only Zhou Shen was left downstairs.

In the past, after his aunt came home, he always stayed in the living room or in the study alone, and he never felt deserted.

But now he inexplicably felt that it was a little bit.

His elbow rested on the warm pillow that Qiao Yi placed beside him, and Zhou Shen caught a glimpse of the original square pillow, but now all four corners were pulled out into a braid.

Eyebrows twitched.

The Zhou family's old house is far away from where Zhou Shen lives, and is located on the mountainside. The old house has been around for some years, but it is well protected. It can be seen that the owner attaches great importance to and cares for it.

Qiao Yi thanked the driver specially sent by Grandpa Zhou Shen to pick her up, and stood at the door of the villa with her bag on her back, looking up.

The door was opened, Qiao Yi originally thought that Grandpa Zhou Shen would send someone to pick her up, but she didn't expect that the one standing at the door was Mr. Zhou himself.

Mr. Zhou has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features are somewhat similar to those of Zhou Shen. When he saw Qiao Yi, he smiled gently and waved to Qiao Yi: "Let Grandpa see if he has grown taller."

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment, and called out a little embarrassedly: "Grandpa."

The other party looked really kind, which made Qiao Yi feel much better after being a little nervous.

Mr. Zhou's smile became more obvious. He lingered on Qiao Yi for a moment, then led Qiao Yi into the house, and said as he walked, "Let the chef prepare some dishes that you said you like before, and you can try them later. Does it suit your taste?"

"Thank you, grandpa." Qiao Yi hesitated for a moment, and grabbed the old man's arm.

Just like holding my grandfather's arm before.

He is still married to Zhou Shen now, and Zhou Shen's grandfather is rounded up to be his own grandfather.

Mr. Zhou seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then patted the back of Qiao Yi's hand.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been so close to the juniors. The juniors at home were either afraid of him or he didn't like them.

Zhou Shen, the only one raised by his side, was unwilling to get close to him since childhood.

He squinted his eyes, looked at Qiao Yi, who was completely different from when they met before, and suppressed the suspicion in his heart.

Because the next day was a birthday party, the old house was full of workers, but it was true as Zhou Shen said, except for the old man, none of the other relatives were there.

This made Qiao Yi relax a lot.

It happened to be lunch time when he arrived. After lunch, Mr. Zhou went to take a nap. It seemed that he called Qiao Yi to come one day earlier, and Qiao Yi was led to the upstairs room by the servant.

Before the servant left, he looked at him with strange eyes.

Qiao Yi rubbed her cheeks and looked around the room she was in now.

It doesn't seem to be a guest room. The room is very big, and the quilts are all dark gray, giving people a dull feeling. There is also a large bookcase in the room, and the bookcase is full of professional books that make Qiao Yi feel dizzy. It is obviously an old book, and the traces of being flipped through the glass can be seen.

It looked like Zhou Shen's room.

But it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. Although it is cleaned well, there is no smell of human smoke.

Qiao Yi buried her head in the pillow and smelled the smell of sunshine.

I don't know when Zhou Shen will come.

As soon as this idea came up, the phone rang twice.

It was a message from the classmate in charge of the painting competition at the school.

The registration deadline for the competition was closed the day before yesterday. Before that, Qiao Yi submitted the painting for the competition, and it took him three days to finish it, so he didn't have time to paint Zhou Shen's painting.

After handing it in, the classmate in charge of the review added him as a friend, saying that it would be convenient to contact if any special circumstances arise in the future.

Competition Review Student Chen: Hello, Qiao Yi, there is something I need to check with you

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and typed: What's the matter?

Competition Review Student Chen: We received an anonymous report that the entry you submitted is suspected of being ghostwritten. This is the case. Although our competition is only a small campus-scale competition, we still need to prevent such things from happening. , Is your entry drawn by yourself?

The person in charge didn't ask tactfully, as if he was sure that it wasn't drawn by Qiao Yi himself.

To be honest, in competitions like theirs, few people would hire ghostwriters. The prize money is not much, and the votes are voted by classmates. Generally, it is not based on how well the paintings are drawn. There is no profit in hiring ghostwriters.

Yesterday has entered the voting stage. No.1 is the courtyard grass of the Academy of Art. The painting is signed by who painted it, so many people will vote for people they know or like.

But when Qiao Yi's submission was first received, the person in charge was a little suspicious.

Qiao Yi is well-known in school, a typical playboy, fooling around all day long and not studying hard. When he first entered school, some people thought he was pretty good-looking, but later on his reputation was not so good.

No one has heard that he can draw, and he can draw so well.

Although the competition is not very formal, they still have someone who knows how to draw.

Qiao Yijiao's entries, no matter in terms of composition, lines or coloring, are all excellent.

They didn't believe that it was painted by Qiao Yi himself.

It just so happened that someone reported that Qiao Yi's painting was ghostwritten by someone today. Qiao Yi himself can't draw at all, and the place he painted was not at Qiao Yi's house at all.

Qiao Yi froze for a moment, and pursed her lips tightly.

After handing it in, he actually didn't read the follow-up.

But ask someone to write for you...?

Qiao Yi was a little dazed.

Qiao Yi: I didn’t find someone to write for me

Competition Reviewer Chen: Can you provide any evidence?If not, for the sake of fairness in the competition, we will disqualify you from the competition, hope you can understand

Qiao Yi: I have the manuscript and source files, and I can send them to you if necessary, but I’m not at home right now, so it’s not very convenient, can I wait three days later?

There was no reply from the other side.

This kind of thing can be provided even if you are looking for a ghostwriter.

Classmate Chen didn't care much about letting Qiao Yi hang out for a while. Although he had heard of Qiao Yi's name before, he had never gotten along with Qiao Yi. He only heard people say that Qiao Yi has high eyesight and low abilities, and he always looks down on others because of his money. But looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be the case.

But that doesn't matter either.

After a while, student Chen replied: Of course you can

Anyway, Qiao Yi can't get the number one vote now, and his popularity is so bad that no one votes for him.

After receiving this reply, Qiao Yi bit her lower lip and smothered herself under the blanket.

He had never been wronged like this since he was a child.

Although he knew that he couldn't blame the other party, Yuanchen had never painted before, and it was normal to be suspected, but his sensibility did not allow him to understand.

Before he knew it, Qiao Yi fell asleep.

He had a very nasty dream, dreaming that Zhou Shen grabbed his shoulder and asked him, where did the original Qiao Yi go, who was he, and why did he occupy someone else's body.

Qiao Yi heard herself refute, saying that he didn't want to either, who wants such a shabby life.

"It's so early today."

It was not yet completely dark outside, Mr. Zhou sat in the study and looked at Zhou Shen who was standing opposite him.

According to previous years, although he didn't hold a birthday party, Zhou Shen usually came back for dinner, and basically left without staying here.

Today is also a rare day, come a day early.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, but Mr. Zhou laughed twice.

Zhou Shen didn't care.

He put the gifts for himself and Qiao Yi on the desk, "Happy birthday to you."

Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by Mr. Zhou again.

"There are so many children." Mr. Zhou smiled, "Are you still blaming me now?"

He was the one who insisted on getting Zhou Shen and Qiao Yi to marry at the beginning, and he knew that Zhou Shen would definitely agree because of him.

Zhou Shen paused slightly, "I never blamed you."

"He looks a bit like a child now." Mr. Zhou did not follow Zhou Shen's words, but raised his eyebrows, "If it weren't for him, I don't think you would be happy to come back so early."

The latter sentence is obviously a joke.

Zhou Shen frowned, and subconsciously thought that Grandpa was thinking too much, but the company happened to be not very busy these two days, so he could come directly after he was busy, but he swallowed the words again, humming.

Did not refute Grandpa's words.

Anyway, what grandpa wants is nothing more than for him to live a better life now, to live a good life with Qiao Yi.

As for the divorce, when the time comes, he will find a suitable reason to inform his grandfather.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shen frowned.

He didn't know what was going on, but when he thought of divorcing Qiao Yi, he was not as calm as before.

Mr. Zhou waved his hand with a smile: "OK, OK, he's sleeping in your room, just in time for you to call him up for dinner."

After Zhou Shen went out, Mr. Zhou stared at the door for a long time and sighed.

He smiled helplessly again.

Sure enough, if Qiao Yi came over earlier, Zhou Shen could come back sooner.

He can feel a little more at ease.

As for tomorrow's birthday party.

The thought of seeing that group of messy relatives gave Mr. Zhou a headache.

Zhou Shen hasn't come back to the old house for more than half a year. He moved out from here after he entered high school. After so many years, the old house is still the same as when his parents were alive, without any changes.

His room is on the second floor.

Before entering the room, he knocked on the door. Looking at his grandfather's attitude, he probably should sleep in a room with Qiao Yi tonight.

Zhou Shen rubbed his temples and waited for a while, but there was no reaction in the room.

He glanced at the time, it was already meal time, he hesitated for a while, and then pushed the door open and went in.

Qiao Yi was still sleeping as expected, a lump bulged in the middle of his bed, and Qiao Yi was huddled under the quilt, with her hair sticking out.

He found that Qiao Yi likes to sleep in the quilt when she sleeps. When she was in the hospital before, her face turned red after a short sleep.

Zhou Shen stood by the bed for a while, he hadn't lived in this room for a long time, maybe five or six years, and every time he came back in the past, he would never live here.

But grandpa still asks people to tidy up his room every time.

The person on the bed didn't seem to notice anyone coming in, and had no sense of crisis at all.

After a while, Zhou Shen heard thin voices.

He froze for a moment, the room was too quiet, only this voice.

Zhou Shen heard it clearly.

Qiao Yi seemed to be still asleep, wondering if she was dreaming, and said in a low voice, "Why, why don't you believe me."

Intermittently, it sounds aggrieved.

Zhou Shen was stunned for a moment, and realized that he might be trapped in a nightmare, and he probably felt uncomfortable after sleeping for so long.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhou Shen patted Qiao Yi's quilt.

Qiao Yi probably sensed it. She stretched out a hand from under the quilt and grabbed Zhou Shen's arm directly. The movement was quite precise.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shen was caught by him.

Just about to shrink back, Qiao Yi didn't give him this chance, and just pulled him down in this posture.

Caught off guard, Zhou Shen could only kneel on the bed.

Qiao Yi didn't wake up, her face flushed from sleep emerged from the bed, and the corners of her eyes were wet, as if instinctively, he leaned on Zhou Shen's body, complaining as he leaned: "Why don't you Just came."

It's like waiting for him for a long time.

Zhou Shen was stiff, letting him hold his waist tightly, his voice was a little dry: "I just finished work."

I don't know if Qiao Yi heard it.

Qiao Yi's body was full of heat, which made Zhou Shen feel a little hot, and his heartbeat started to speed up inexplicably. He lowered his eyes and looked at Qiao Yi, who had to lean on his chest without sleeping on a good pillow, his Adam's apple rolled and closed. Her eyes patted Qiao Yi's back: "Qiao Yi, wake up."

Qiao Yi's curly hair fell asleep in a mess, and she was still rubbing against his arms, complaining there while rubbing: "They bullied me."

His tone was aggrieved, but there was no sign of waking up.

"Who?"

Could it be a servant in the old house?

These servants are all grandfather's people, so it should be impossible.

Zhou Shen frowned, and patted Qiao Yi's back again: "Get down first." Zhou Shen couldn't get the person off him, and Qiao Yi hugged him tightly.

I don't know why Qiao Yi fell asleep like this.

"They said I didn't draw it by myself." Qiao Yi hadn't woken up yet, he just thought he was dreaming.

I had the same dream again.

He hadn't had such a dream since he came here through the book, he was very wronged now, he just wanted to complain to the other party, so he obediently let go of Zhou Shen, and fell back into bed again.

But one hand was still tugging on Zhou Shen's sleeve, not letting him go.

His brows were tightly frowned, and his small and delicate face looked wrinkled, and he really seemed to be troubled.

But Zhou Shen didn't know what competition he was participating in, so he frowned after hearing what he said, "What painting?"

Qiao Yi murmured: "Competition." Then she stopped talking, her chest rose and fell steadily, as if she had just had a quarrel.

Zhou Shen felt a little annoyed, and didn't know what he was annoyed about.

But after all, this is the old house, so it's not good for him to leave directly in front of his grandfather. Zhou Shen tucked in the quilt for Qiao Yi again, and when he stopped, the back of his hand accidentally brushed the corner of Qiao Yi's eyes.

A little wet, a little like weeping.

Zhou Shen frowned, stared at Qiao Yi's sleeping face, and said in a tense voice, "I don't believe you."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of Qiao Yi's eyes with his fingertips, wiping away the wetness.

After doing this, he was stunned for a while.

It seemed to be subconscious, he just didn't want to see Qiao Yi cry, and he didn't want to see Qiao Yi's wronged appearance just now.

This can make him very irritable.

Zhou Shen didn't know what happened to him.

He quickly stood up and left the bed, and looked down at his clothes that were crumpled and messed up by Qiao Yi. Qiao Yi hugged him too tightly just now, and a button of his suit jacket was rubbed off.

The buttons fell off the quilt.

Zhou Shen picked him up, looked back at Qiao Yi who had shrunk back into the bed again, thought for a while, and took out his mobile phone to call Secretary Chen.

A few days ago, it was true that Qiao Yi was painting every day. Although he went back very late every day, his aunt would tell him what Qiao Yi did during the day. Although he was not interested in these things, his aunt insisted on telling him that he could only listen with.

Qiao Yi basically didn't go out, and was always drawing in that temporary room.

He seems to enjoy drawing.

When Qiao Yi woke up, it was already dark.

He did sleep for a long time. A few days ago, in order to catch up with the schedule, he went to bed late at night, woke up early in the morning, and lacked sleep.

But how could he have slept here for so long?

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment, wishing she could get under the blanket and not come out.

After a while, he realized that there seemed to be other lights in the room.

The light was off, but the light in front of the desk was on.

Qiao Yi subconsciously grabbed the phone, and sat up while shrinking to the foot of the bed away from the desk.

There was no light in the room except that area, and he didn't know when someone entered the room.

But when he sat up, he realized that the back was very familiar.

Qiao Yi's eyes widened slightly, and without thinking, she jumped off the bed, threw herself behind Zhou Shen, and barely stopped.

It happened that Zhou Shen noticed the movement and turned to look at him. The surprise in Qiao Yi's eyes hadn't disappeared, but because of inertia, he staggered and almost fell forward, but Zhou Shen helped him.

Qiao Yi's cheeks were red, her ears were red, and she spoke in a nasal voice: "Brother Zhou Shen, when did you come?"

He thought that Zhou Shen might not come over tonight, after all, he didn't seem to want to come very much.

Zhou Shen raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Qiao Yi's loose neckline.

He didn't take off his clothes when he went to sleep. Today he was wearing a buttoned shirt, and some of the collars had been rubbed open. Zhou Shen didn't notice it before, but only now.

A large expanse of gleaming white skin was revealed.

Zhou Shen looked away, hummed: "While you were sleeping."

Qiao Yi's ears turned red immediately, and he didn't know that what he thought he was dreaming was actually hugging Zhou Shen. Hearing what Zhou Shen said, he felt embarrassed, and looked at the time again: "Grandpa... did grandpa say what?"

He slept like this all afternoon, which must have left a bad impression on Grandpa.

He muttered again: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Zhou Shen: ...

He was quite upright, and he seemed to have no memory of what he had done.

Zhou Shen frowned, but Qiao Yi didn't care about his reaction at all, and hurried to put on his shoes, "Is there still time for dinner?"

In the afternoon, before going to take a nap, my grandfather said that he made other dishes he likes for dinner, because there would be too much to eat at noon, and there would be no such opportunity tomorrow.

Zhou Shen's tone was light: "I've already eaten."

Qiao Yi's expression darkened, "...well, is grandpa disappointed in me?"

I don't know why, Zhou Shen originally wanted to tease him, he had never been so bad before except in the business field, but seeing Qiao Yi's current expression, he couldn't tease him anymore.

I don't know why Qiao Yi cares about what grandpa thinks.

Zhou Shen tapped on the keyboard, "I told Grandpa that you are not feeling well."

Grandpa was indeed waiting for Qiao Yi to have dinner, but Qiao Yi didn't wake up. Zhou Shen told his grandpa in a panic for the first time, telling him that Qiao Yi was not feeling well, she was sleeping and couldn't get up.

Mr. Zhou still wanted to ask the family doctor to take a look, but Zhou Shen stopped him.

When he stopped him like this, old man Zhou understood that it was probably because Qiao Yi couldn't get up. This was the first time he saw Zhou Shen lying, or lying about this kind of thing, and he was actually a little happy in his heart.

At least his grandson is not like a robot like he used to be. When he was young, he only thought about studying, and later in his life, he always only had work.

He was once afraid that Zhou Shen would have to be a widowed old man all his life, but now it seems that he won't be.

He doesn't regret that he asked him to marry Qiao Yi so forcefully.

Neither the grandfather nor the grandson exposed the other.

When Zhou Shen said this, Qiao Yi looked at him in surprise: "Why are you lying to grandpa?"

Zhou Shen frowned, if he couldn't wake him up, would he be lying?

Before he had time to speak, he saw Qiao Yi touching his stomach, "But I'm hungry now, if I get sick, can I have dinner?"

He was really worried about this very seriously, and seemed to have completely forgotten that he was still crying secretly because of the painting when he fell asleep.

Zhou Shen's eyelids twitched, and he called downstairs.

After making the phone call, he turned around and glanced down at Qiao Yi's feet, which were only wearing socks. "Put on your shoes, and someone will bring you dinner later."

Qiao Yi snorted, obediently went to put on the slippers she had prepared earlier, and felt better again. She sat down by the bed with a smile on her face, and sat there looking at Zhou Shen, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhou Shen, what are you doing?"

"Boss, are you listening?" Secretary Chen's voice came from Zhou Shen's earphone.

Zhou Shen hummed, and replied to Qiao Yi: "We're in a meeting."

Qiao Yi fell silent.

Zhou Shen held a voice conference. He left early today. There was a temporary problem with a project and he needed a meeting. It was inconvenient for him to go back here in the old house, so he held a voice conference. Usually the department heads were there. It was said that he was listening there, but he didn't speak much, and occasionally responded once or twice.

After driving for almost half an hour, it was fine, and Qiao Yi was not woken up.

It was just that a department head was still working on a plan report when he suddenly heard someone else's voice from the boss.

The voice is still very young, still a boy.

Everyone was frightened, they knew that the boss was going back to the old house today, and tomorrow is Mr. Zhou's birthday, but on this big night, why did a boy suddenly appear next to the boss.

Could it be that she is the lover of the legendary boss?

Although their group of managers is not in the employee gossip group, but the company is so big, it spreads widely, and within two days it spreads all over the company, the boss got married, and the marriage partner is still a boy.

But have not seen.

The head of the department who was reporting was also very disturbed.

The boss didn't tell him to stop, and he didn't dare to stop, so he could only continue talking. Even after he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the boss's response.

That's why Secretary Chen reminded him of this matter.

Secretary Chen only prayed in his heart that he would never have his salary deducted.

Fortunately, Zhou Shen didn't say anything, and continued the meeting as before.

Qiao Yi didn't dare to speak. He took out his phone, only to find that the classmate Chen who was in charge of the competition had sent him another message.

But this time I came to apologize to him.

Qiao Yi slowly opened her eyes wide, read the message sent by the other party repeatedly, and then swipe up to look at the previous message to confirm that she did not misunderstand the person she was chatting with.

Qiao Yi: Did you send the wrong message?

The other party replied in seconds.

Competition review student Chen: No, no, we misunderstood. We saw the draft you posted on Weibo before, and we can confirm that you drew it yourself. I am really sorry. It is an oversight on our review side, sorry

The attitude is very sincere.

But Qiao Yi still asked in puzzlement: Then don't I need to provide other evidence?

How dare classmate Chen.

He didn't know why, his uncle who didn't have much to do with each other suddenly came to him and asked him if he was in charge of the drawing competition in their school. He knew which big company his uncle was working for, so he thought it was something He could provide opportunities for school recruitment, but the other party asked him if he had reviewed Qiao Yi's work.

Then classmate Chen received the draft from Qiao Yi's Weibo.

His uncle told him that it was impossible for Qiao Yi to find someone to write for him. How could he find someone to write for him in a hurry? It was drawn by his boss every day.

Not to mention, Secretary Chen still thinks that Master Qiao's paintings are really good.

By the way, I also hinted to classmate Chen that if necessary, you can ask Qiao Yi for a draft.

This confuses classmate Chen, but although his uncle's words are not so straightforward, he understands a little bit.

It was Qiao Yi who probably couldn't offend her.

Classmate Chen hurriedly came to apologize to Qiao Yi.

Although I was still quite unconvinced, I felt that a person like Qiao Yi should not be able to draw this kind of painting, and I didn't know who his uncle's boss was, and why he couldn't afford to offend him. what relationship.

But he was still forced to publicize Qiao Yi in his group.

Although Qiao Yi still had doubts, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be nice not to be misunderstood again, he rubbed his eyes, it must be because he dreamed of a man.

The other party can bring him good luck.

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and laughed. It happened that there was a knock on the door of the room at this time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The servant brought the supper on a cart.

They were all his favorite meals, and they were all hot.

After solving a problem in her mind, Qiao Yi felt that she was hungrier than before, and her appetite improved a lot.

But he has a small appetite, so he tried every dish, and basically only ate half of it, so he was full.

But food cannot be wasted.

Qiao Yi put her eyes on Zhou Shen again. Zhou Shen hadn't spoken for a long time. Qiao Yi looked at him for a while. The lights in the room were turned on, but she couldn't see what Zhou Shen was doing.

After hesitating for a while, he sent a message to Zhou Shen: Brother Zhou Shen, are you done with your work?

"how?"

Qiao Yi didn't expect Zhou Shen to turn around and ask him directly, opened her eyes wide, pursed her lips, and said, "I can't finish eating."

Zhou Shen's eyebrows twitched. With previous experience, he fully understood Qiao Yi's subtext. Qiao Yi couldn't finish eating, and the leftovers couldn't be wasted. Let him finish eating.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this at night and didn't eat much for dinner.

On the other side of the computer, Secretary Chen who was talking was silent, and the other supervisors were also silent.

Who would dare to interrupt the boss's work once or twice?

This... The boss's lover has interrupted twice, and the boss is still acting as if nothing happened.

So terrifying.

Zhou Shen said flatly: "Put it there, I'll eat it later."

Secretary Chen and other executives: "..."

Good guy, does the boss still eat leftovers?

Qiao Yi raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay."

Zhou Shen closed his eyes and continued the meeting.

The meeting lasted another half an hour before it ended. When he finished, Qiao Yi was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. He didn't get into the bed, but lay on the quilt, his feet in white socks dangling up and down. Thin and straight, the originally loose trousers were a little tight because of him lying there, completely outlining the legs, even the waist.

The waist is obviously very thin, but the lower part is round and upright.

Qiao Yi was as comfortable as if he was the only one in the room.

Zhou Shen's breath was stagnant, and he pulled the dining car over without changing his face.

It was indeed too hot in the room, and he loosened his collar.

Hearing the sound of the dining car, Qiao Yi raised his head and looked up. Seeing Zhou Shen eating there, he wasn't surprised at all, and pointed at it specifically: "That delicious one."

Zhou Shen: "..."

"Ah."

Qiao Yi didn't look at him again.

He's replying to private messages now.

Someone asked him about drafting.

Because it is the first order, although I don’t know where I found out about myself, but Qiao Yi is still very happy, and asked the other party’s request, the other party wants to draw a Q version of the picture, or a real person to Q, and does not require too much detail .

Qiao Yi thought for a while. He doesn't have any illustrations that can be used now. It doesn't take too long to draw the Q version of the picture. After discussing with the other party, if he is willing to use it as an illustration, he can give him a free order, but the time for publishing the manuscript It may take four or five days.

He used to do this too. At the beginning, he would occasionally draw free orders for people, but later there were many orders.