Chapter 705 It’s Good to Be a Salted Fish

Ye Zhen always felt that there was something unspeakably beautiful about today.

He didn't speak, and lowered his head to check the report in his hand. On the surface, he looked very attentive, but in fact, Ye Zhen had been thinking about the mistakes he had just made in the report.

In fact, when he was reporting to the CEO today, he "accidentally" discovered "traces" on his CEO.

Thinking of the ambiguous red marks that spread from his neck to his muscular chest, Ye Zhen wasn't entirely sure.

"Assistant Ye? Which floor are you on? Let me press the button for you." The person who was already waiting in front of the elevator spoke in a friendly manner.

But Ye Zhen was too immersed in his own thoughts, and waited for a long time after the other party asked, but there was no reply.

"...Assistant Ye Te?"

It wasn't until he called Ye Zhen for the third time that he slowly came to his senses and smiled at the employee very apologetically.

Ye Zhen was a little annoyed. "I'll just go to the third floor, thank you."

"Okay." The employee nodded quickly.

Although it seems like he is in a daze, it is fine, but in the eyes of people observing the gossip, whether it is the president who is very happy today, or the special assistant who is in a daze from time to time, it is obvious that there is a special story.

Little did he know that Ye Zhen was annoyed about his reporting mistake, while Huo Yichen would put down his work from time to time and send a message to his wife.

[How do you feel, Qiao Qiao? Is there any discomfort in your body? 】

Similar messages are sent every few minutes. They are more of daily chats, but it can also be seen that the man is in a happy mood.

The pen turned in Huo Yichen's hand, and then wrote a signature very rhythmically, smoothly and gracefully.

Huo Yichen had the contract signed in his hand, but his mind was still on Murong Qiao, thinking that when the lunch break came, he would skip work and buy the pastry store that the other party liked to eat.

After all...he can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Huo Yichen thought of this, and then sent a message to Ye Zhen, asking him to prepare his car and go out later.

Perhaps it was due to Huo Yichen's good mood today. The weather today was also mild and cool, making people feel that it was a good day for shopping.

The color of the sky reaches a true blue, and then blends together with a few clouds floating everywhere and then separates. If you are lucky, you can occasionally see the polar line caused by the aircraft's exhaust.

Looking at the beautiful sunshine outside, Annuo put on his sun hat, couldn't help but take a photo, and called Murong Qiao.

The call was quickly connected, but Annuo vaguely heard a throbbing sound.

"...Qiaoqiao?" She swallowed what she originally wanted to say, and looked at the person on the other end of the phone with doubt and concern on her face.

Murong Qiao took a deep breath, "I'm fine, Annuo, please tell me."

If she had to say it herself, her whole body was so sore that even holding the phone was a bit torture, it would be too social.

Perhaps she felt that her effect was a bit exaggerated, but just like a piece of paper that had been repeatedly rubbed and rubbed, the traces left behind were so dense that they could not be counted, and the toughness of the paper had been stretched to the extreme——

"I don't have anything to do. I just finished filming today. Do you have time to hang out?" An Nuo mentioned what he wanted to say just now, but after finishing speaking, his tone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "We haven't played together for a long time..."

It's not anyone's fault. Murong Qiao is busy with company matters every day. After Annuo's career has been rising, he has never stopped having scripts, variety shows and other resources at hand.

In addition, the two of them had not noticed that they were together for a long time, so there was no chance of meeting them.

"Today, it may not be possible." Murong Qiao slowly sat up from the bed.

Just this movement made her not want to move anymore.

It's quite good to be a salted fish under the covers.

Such thoughts appeared in Murong Qiao's heart.

There was a sudden noise at the door. It seemed that Huo Yichen was back. Murong Qiao simply spoke to Annuo first, then hung up the phone and stood up to welcome the person home.

They were the only two people who had the keys to the apartment. At this moment, Huo Yichen was standing at the door with the snacks he bought, taking off his coat and changing his shoes.

"You suddenly came back so early today?" Murong Qiao appeared from the side of the corridor.

Huo Yichen raised the beautifully packaged bag in his hand and said, "I brought the snacks you like to eat."

He was about to say something, but the next second he saw Murong Qiao walking over with his bare feet on the floor. He even felt that the red surroundings were caused by the temperature being too cold.

"Bare feet will catch cold, Qiao Qiao." He squatted down helplessly and took out a pair of furry slippers for Murong Qiao to put on.

The cold night breeze blew by the river just last night, and it was hard not to think that she could escape the cold.

Murong Qiao cooperated in putting on shoes while not forgetting to explain. "The air conditioning is obviously on in the house."

"I'm staying at home in the afternoon. Is there anything you want to eat?" Huo Yichen put the purchased items on the table in the living room. "You can go out to buy ingredients later. I asked my third brother some time ago for advice on what you like. Recipes to eat.”

"You have never called him so close before." Murong Qiao noticed the change in his address and raised an eyebrow.

Huo Yichen nodded calmly, "I just called you like that when we were exchanging cooking skills. He didn't think it was anything."

Up to now, Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao's death were all considered by the brothers, so they accepted Huo Yichen well.

Especially when Murong Chuan was asked about cooking by Huo Yichen, he was willing to study hard and had talent. Even if the factors related to his sister were excluded, if he met such a talented and intelligent student, Murong Chuan would also like him quite a lot. .

While the two were talking, Murong Qiao also helped Huo Yichen to share some of the work at hand.

Originally, the two of them were not neighbors. They usually lived at Murong Qiao's side. Huo Yichen rarely went back to his house. Now that he had torn through the window screen, Huo Yichen could be said to be even more unscrupulous when he came over.

He even asked someone very efficiently to install a door between him and Murong Qiao's residence, so that he wouldn't have to go back and forth to get things from the door in the future.

After Murong Qiao knew that Huo Yichen would not return to the company in the afternoon, he ordered a few of his favorite dishes without hesitation, and then made an appointment with Huo Yichen to go shopping together later.

It's just the mark on the neck...

Murong Qiao looked at the red mark on his neck in the mirror, and finally concluded that he could only wear high-collar clothes today, and couldn't help but glare at the culprit next to him.

Last night was probably so crazy that Murong Qiao couldn't even pick out a single piece of intact skin on her body. Even from an angle she couldn't see, on the back of her neck covered by her hair, the traces of the night were still shocking.

But that wasn't for her.

Huo Yichen calmly walked behind Murong Qiao, helped him comb his hair, then tied a half-high ponytail and spread part of the hair on the back of his head over his shoulders, and then pretended to "inadvertently" reveal a little trace of the back of his neck.

The secretive and powerful possessiveness occupies such a private corner, a warning reserved specifically for those who covet it.

He doesn't mind if his precious treasure shines, but he doesn't allow anyone to take away the treasure that only belongs to him.