Chapter 19 19. Wedding Candy “You can smell it, but you can’t eat it.”…
The soft person suddenly stiffened in his arms, and the hair lingered around his nose with a sweet fruity smell.
This response shows the attitude: you can smell it, but you can't eat it.
Mi Yanyan subconsciously arched her back, the last safe distance she could maintain, but even then it was useless. For the first time, she realized how hot someone could feel even without a fever.
It looks like the frozen buns in the steamer, almost melting.
They were both shrouded in the quilt, and the touch was like a broad palm naturally hanging down at her waist, fingers resting on her belly, and then not moving. She tilted her head and found that Shi Jingzhou and she were sharing the same pillow.
"I'm not unhappy," Mi Yanyan tried to keep her voice calm, finding a reasonable excuse, "I'm just sleepy."
In the pitch darkness, their expressions were invisible, their breaths alone registering. Shi Jingzhou showed no sign of letting go, leaning closer to fill the small space they had just created. His chin buried in the crook of her neck, his cool lips brushing against her artery, his breath leaving a trail of damp heat on her skin.
She frantically grasped her wrists at her waist; they were hot, veins bulging on them. There was also a bulge somewhere else, and her face flushed, a thousand reasons to refuse flashing through her mind.
"Go to sleep." Shi Jingzhou did not take the next step. It was as if he just found a suitable place to put his chin, and then there was no movement.
It can be opened and closed easily. The buns are cooked and the filling inside is icy cold when you bite it.
When I opened my eyes the next day, the quilt had slipped down to my knees, and the pillow next to me was empty.
Mi Yanyan couldn't remember what time she fell asleep last night. She stretched her neck until her eyelids were fighting. She didn't dare to look back. The outcome of the eagle-watching competition was unknown.
"Ma'am, get up," Aunt Chen called her with a smile on her face, "Come and have breakfast."
Shi Jingzhou was watching the news on TV. He glanced up for a moment when he heard movement on the stairs, then looked away again. After Mi Yanyan pulled out a chair and sat down, he picked up the red teapot in front of him and poured a cup of tea for her.
Their fingers touched each other, and Mi Yanyan took it and quickly put it down because it was hot.
Aunt Chen lifted the frying pan, scooped out a fried egg, and placed it on a white plate, glancing at the coffee table. Mi Yanyan looked over there, where seven or eight shopping bags were piled high and low. "These are the gifts my husband brought back. Madam, please take a look and see if you like them when you have time."
The boxes in the middle were from the brand of high heels she'd seen Shi Jingzhou with last time. The remaining boxes were probably bags. She took a sip of her tea and whispered, "Thank you, it's a great expense."
Shi Jingzhou raised his eyelids when he heard this. He had already finished eating and was leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, his expression unclear.
It is absolutely impossible to say that he is not unhappy. He has tried to communicate but to no avail.
"Buying shoes as a gift is not a good omen, so I added something else." He spoke solemnly, tapping the table lightly with his fingers. His expression was so serious that it didn't seem like he was giving her a gift, but rather sending her away.
"It's not that complicated," she replied.
"That's good." The other party was more concise and clear.
Aunt Chen picked up the flour bag, pretended to put it away, turned to the center island, and observed it several times without making a sound.
Logically, the husband rushed home early and his wife went over to deliver food, so their relationship should have taken a step forward. Why is the atmosphere so weird today?
She met Mi Yanyan's gaze, curved her eyebrows and said naggingly, "You've just recovered, it's not good to ride a bike right away."
Older people are somewhat afraid of motorcycles. The small figure rushing out does look dangerous. She understands this and smiles back, "Don't worry, I'm not riding a bike."
"For you?" The man who had been silent for a long time looked at her face, but in fact he never looked away.
From the moment she said thank you, Shi Jingzhou stared at her, looking as if he wanted to see through her thoughts.
She ran to the door in two steps, picked and chose, and found the not-so-new key. She probably felt it would be impolite not to answer, so she said symbolically, "I can drive myself."
Before the wedding, Shi Jingzhou not only transferred the ownership of the house but also gave her a car as a gift, saying it was a gift from Shi's parents. She had never driven it. However, she had accidentally seen a commercial vehicle in the garage. It was the car that Uncle Wu had replaced when he got home that night. It was not expensive and suitable for an ordinary person like her.
Seeing the car driving out of the villa, Aunt Chen went to collect the dishes, walked to the sink and then turned back.
"Sir, how was the steamed fish yesterday? I learned a new way to make it. It's fresh and not fishy."
This question stunned Shi Jingzhou. He stood up and replied, "What steamed fish?"
An old friend of mine came back to China last night and had Cantonese food. I don’t remember there being fish at the table.
Oh no! Did the wife not deliver the meal, or did the husband make a mistake? Aunt Chen put down the dishes and looked nervous. "Last night, I made dinner and asked the wife to deliver it to the company."
Shi Jingzhou suddenly remembered that when he left the company, there was indeed a faint familiar fragrance in the elevator, but the perfume on Yuan Zheng's cousin was too strong and quickly covered it up. He thought it was his illusion.
It turns out she is here.
He sighed at the pile of unopened gift boxes on the table, grabbed his coat, and strode out. Less than five minutes into the drive, Secretary Zhou turned around with a gloomy expression and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi, it was an oversight at the front desk. We've already notified them to conduct training immediately."
Rushing to change shifts without registering was already a major mistake, and the failure to inform in time, which led to the two people not meeting, was even more to blame. Now it seems that there has been an unpleasantness, so he can notify the personnel department and directly make it N+1.
"What time did she go?" Shi Jingzhou asked.
"I arrived at the first floor lobby at 8:05, and arrived at the office floor at 8:08. I stayed in the corridor for less than five minutes before going downstairs."
Secretary Zhou is experienced. He thinks about what the boss is thinking about any question, thinks ahead, and answers carefully.
"When she left..." Shi Jingzhou raised his eyelids slightly, as if hesitating whether to ask further.
The last word dragged out for two seconds before finally speaking out, "Are you unhappy?"
"Wait a moment," Secretary Zhou re-opened the surveillance video, pressed the timeline to play and then paused it. "The wife walked very quickly, but judging by the surveillance footage, her expression was relatively calm."
The person in the back seat fell into deep thought. That was exactly the time when Zhou Zheng and his sister were in the office. She must have heard something.
Besides, she left the company at around 8 o'clock and returned home at 11 o'clock. Where did she go to eat?
Shi Jingzhou pressed his hand harder on his brow. There was clearly a misunderstanding, but he refused to mention it and even pretended that nothing was wrong, saying that he was sleepy.
It suits her temperament, to gloss over the situation and endure it as much as possible.
"Cancel the evening social event." Shi Jingzhou flipped through Mi Yanyan's work schedule, which showed the morning shift. He looked at his watch and said, "Take me to the hospital at five o'clock."
Secretary Zhou glanced at Shi Jingzhou, who was looking gloomy behind him, and respectfully agreed to reschedule the dinner.
It was almost time to get off work, and Mi Yanyan took on a last-minute operation. Xu Chang's was not finished yet, and it was her first time back on the operating table alone since her injury. Sun Siyuan, her assistant, said with a smile, "Sister Yan, take it easy. There's no rush."
She stepped aside slightly to allow the girl to tie the straps of her surgical gown, then raised her hands and replied sullenly, "It's the foot that's injured, not the brain."
After two hours, Mi Yanyan changed her clothes, picked up the water cup and drank the whole cup. Xu Chang stood beside her and said with a smile, "slow down." There were beads of sweat on both of their necks. He turned around, took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Mi Yanyan's mouth.
She unconsciously took a half step back, took it and wiped the corner of her mouth. The phone on the corner of the table rang, "Director Xu, I'll take the call first."
Pushing open the glass door, she took two steps forward and answered the call. On the other end was Yu Wan, whose face was filled with excitement.
"Xiaoyan, something big has happened."
"What's wrong?" She took off her mask, unbuttoned her white coat while holding her cell phone, and took it off to hang over her arm.
"The boss is handing out wedding candy at the company."
“…”
Not hearing Mi Yanyan speak, Yu Wan emphasized again: "My boss, your husband, Shi Jingzhou, gave gifts to all employees this afternoon and announced that he is married!"
It was beyond her expectations, but the marriage was a fact, and handing out wedding candy was also within the etiquette. Apart from being a little bit strange, everything seemed normal. Mi Yanyan replied: "Oh, is it delicious?"
She wondered what kind of wedding gifts rich people gave her, and whether there were any other gifts besides candy and chocolate. She was really curious and asked, "Is there anything valuable in it?"
Yu Wan's face twisted into a knot. "Sister, what are you thinking about?" She reluctantly opened the wine-red box on the passenger seat and took out the things inserted in the black satin one by one, muttering to the person on the phone, "Venchi chocolate, two packs of Dalong, Fendi scented candles, a small bottle of Wuliangye, and coffee and tea..."
"Okay, okay, stop talking." She didn't know how much could be stuffed into a wedding candy gift box. The amount of money added up in her mind. One gift box was probably more than a day's salary. She muttered, "The things are good, but they don't know how to live."
Yu Wan objected: "This means you value your marriage, not just being perfunctory."
She remembered the words "ordered by the family" and thought for no reason that this gift box should also have been ordered by the family. After all, Shi Jingzhou didn't have the time to prepare these.
Across the street, a black business car was parked in a marked parking space with the windows closed. Secretary Zhou was on the phone constantly, negotiating the next delivery time with the customization company.
"We still have two branches that haven't been sent yet. They must be in place by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
The other party was embarrassed and replied, "It's really too urgent. We shipped all the supplies we could buy from nearby cities back to South City, and now we only have enough to send to one more department."
The order was huge, but the requirements were stringent. Many flavors of Venchi's chocolate had been discontinued, and it would take time to transport goods from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, not to mention the southern part of the city. They couldn't accept the order in the morning and have it delivered to Ruisi headquarters in the afternoon. The other party suggested, "Why don't you try another brand of chocolate?"
Secretary Zhou shook his head. He had mentioned this method in the morning. Shi Jingzhou simply opened a document in the office drawer and pointed at a line of small words on it.
He immediately understood that he had to risk his life to collect and send out most of the orders as required today.
While the negotiation was still going on in front, Shi Jingzhou looked across and saw Mi Yanyan still standing at the hospital entrance, having hung up the phone.
She wore a tight, pure white T-shirt and jeans. Her face was as white as porcelain, lightly tinted with a rosy blush. She bit her lip, her eyes vacant, a hint of fatigue hidden beneath her lashes. The area where she had just drunk water was still slightly damp, revealing traces of skin.
The nurse ran out and whispered something to her. She put her white coat back on as she ran. The diamond on her earlobe left a few streaks of light and then disappeared.
Not knowing how long he would have to wait, and seeing that Shi Jingzhou had no intention of getting out of the car, Secretary Zhou knew that waiting for his wife to get off work was a physically demanding task that would take an eternity, so he had no choice but to get out of the car and walk two steps away, covering the microphone of his cell phone, and answering in a pleading tone that did not allow for questioning.
"The chocolate brand and flavor cannot be changed. Mr. Shi always says that his wife only likes this kind."
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The author has something to say: Secretary: Kill me
Zhouzi: Buy all the chocolates before you die
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