Thank you, boss.
Upon seeing these words, Jiang Yunzhi laughed so hard she rolled around on the sofa.
Yan Wenjing, who was sitting at the desk, looked over.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Jiang Yunzhi wore a light purple long princess nightgown tonight, only revealing a small section of her slender white ankles, and swayed on the sofa.
Immediately, Yan Wenjing put down his pen and walked towards the sofa.
"So happy?"
It's just four words.
He pinched the soft flesh of her cheek; it felt wonderful.
"Of course! I'd love to have the God of Wealth call me 'boss'!"
Jiang Yunzhi looked up, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
It inexplicably touched Yan Wenjing.
Yan Wenjing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he leaned closer, his large, hot hand suddenly gripping Jiang Yunzhi's ankle.
It's very thin; a large hand can hold it firmly.
Well.
"..." Jiang Yunzhi's body stiffened slightly.
They instinctively sensed danger.
Yan Wenjing held her hand, the veins on the back of his hand visibly bulging.
Jiang Yunzhi thought back to the night before, on the desk, when Yan Wenjing grabbed her ankles with both hands, pulled her over, and made her wrap her arms around his waist.
There is no way to avoid it.
Strong encroachment.
...
Big Yellow Girl's face instantly turned red.
Yan Wenjing stared at her for a moment, and seeing the flicker in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile.
"Cough cough." Jiang Yunzhi twitched her ankle. "I still need to draw."
Yan Wenjing lowered his eyes, stopped teasing her, released her ankle, and reached out to tug at her skirt to cover her up.
Before going to bed, Yan Wenjing, who had received a large red envelope of two hundred yuan, sang a French song for his temporary boss, Jiang Yunzhi, called LA VIE EN ROSE (La Vie en Rose).
Jiang Yunzhi: "It sounds really good." It was a great deal for two hundred yuan!
The clock strikes twelve.
Jiang Yunzhi felt the person beside her getting closer, their warm breath lingering in her ear.
The man's thin lips kissed her earlobe.
"It's past midnight, the magic has disappeared."
Jiang Yunzhi blinked: "Huh???"
Yan Wenjing: "You're not the boss anymore."
Jiang Yunzhi: "If the magic disappears, what will I turn back into?"
A few seconds later, a slightly hoarse male voice came.
"My Mrs. Yan".
Jiang Yunzhi's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled.
Yan Wenjing said softly, "Good night."
Jiang Yunzhi turned her head and reached out to hug Yan Wenjing's waist, burying her face in his chest.
Goodnight~
"My Mr. Yan~"
...
The movie "Back to the Day We Met" premiered over the weekend.
Jiang Yunzhi naturally bought tickets and went to the cinema with Yan Wenjing.
The family driver is puzzled; lately, the husband has been personally driving his wife to work more often, and he seems to be doing less work himself.
Only Steward Chen saw through everything.
These are just the husband wanting to spend time alone with his wife.
"As expected of the wife, she has won over the husband."
"I've always said that with your spirit, you'll succeed at anything."
Hindsight is 20/20. Jiang Yunzhi chuckled twice. "Don't think I don't know. That time we went back to the old house, you deliberately didn't remind me to bring clothes."
"Old Chen, you've gone astray."
Butler Chen gave an innocent look: "Oh dear, I'm getting old and forgetful."
Can you blame him?
He asked the man, who said not to worry about it. What else could he do?
He's just a lowly worker earning three million a year.
A moment later, Jiang Yunzhi, dressed in a modern Chinese-style dress, went out with Yan Wenjing.
Butler Chen bowed gracefully: "Sir, Madam, have a good time."
...
Jiang Yunzhi bought a serving of popcorn and two cups of milk tea.
The screening room was packed.
She quickly became engrossed in it.
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