Things on the Internet gradually came to an end, and the days calmed down again. In places where no one is aware, some things are still going on.

The business of some companies has been fluctuated, and some online studios have been banned according to law for spreading rumors. In the circle of friends, the second generation of a rich man dumped his girlfriend angrily, and the daughter of a noble family disappeared completely without knowing where to go.

Everything has a cause and effect, it's just not known.

Inside the museum, news that Cheng Ji'an was Ji's ex-wife, Zhan Ming was the son of Secretary Zhan, and that Cheng Ji'an was recognized by Ms. Ming as her goddaughter gradually spread. They are all older, or are not in touch with the world, so they always seem to be late to some news.

Except for Wen Juan, no one asked. Except for a few people who discussed a few words in private, nothing else changed. After all, Secretary Zhan and Ms. Ming were far away from them, and Ji was not related to them at all. They just returned to normal after a brief period of surprise, just like the rumors they had heard before.

Wenjuan was the most enthusiastic, because she took two days off because of something at home, and she couldn't wait to ask when she came back. After all, President Ji was her one-time male god, after all, she had talked to her with great interest before.

In the cafeteria, she asked in a low voice, "Xiao Cheng, is Ji Chongjun really the one who divorced you?"

"Well." Cheng Ji'an didn't hide it, just nodded.

Wen Juan's mouth immediately opened as big as an egg, and after a long while, she said, "You've done a very ruthless job of keeping secrets!" She didn't leak any rumors before.

Cheng Ji'an smiled and did not explain.

Wenjuan didn't ask much, she was just curious, not really gossiping, but said with emotion: "This is like a dream!" She was a good colleague who married her goddess, which is unbelievable.

"Let's eat." Cheng Ji'an smiled and interrupted her thoughts again.

Her relationship with Ji Chongjun is a bit complicated now, and she really doesn't know how to explain it to others.

A message pops up on the phone again.

Ji Chongjun: Have you eaten yet?

Cheng Ji'an swiped the keyboard and went back to the past: After eating, today there are scrambled eggs with yam, dried celery, pan-fried small yellow croaker and braised lion head. Have you got a meal yet?

Ji Chongjun: It will take a while.

Cheng Ji'an: Then you eat on time, don't forget.

Ji Chongjun: Hmm.

Ji Chongjun: I'll be back on Saturday.

Cheng Ji'an: Hmm.

The conversation ended quickly, and Cheng Ji'an still had a smile on his lips. Ji Chongjun now seems to be a supervisor. Every time he comes, he asks her if she has eaten or not, and what she has eaten, as if she is afraid that she will eat those frozen foods again. Cheng Ji'an felt a little troubled, but his heart was still sweet.

Ji Chongjun was on a business trip the night before yesterday, and it has been two days now.

Clicking on his page, the personal album is no longer blank. On the first night of his business trip, he sent the first message, no text, just a photo of the hotel.

After that, he would send another one every few hours, no text, all kinds of photos, or a conference table, or a table with dinner plates.

So far, there are ten.

Cheng Ji'an can't see other people's comments, but she knows that others can, because Ji Chong has replied just below the first photo.

Only two words: business trip.

Cheng Ji'an didn't know how many people there were in his circle of friends, but she thought that they should all be shocked. He never let go of WeChat, let alone sent WeChat so frequently.

But others may not know his intentions, but she guessed it, he should report to her from time to time. Where did you go, what did you do, tell her one by one.

The new photo was brushed out again. It was a piece of white paper with two English letters written on it with a pen:

—ma.

When Cheng Ji'an saw it, the corners of her mouth couldn't help turning up again, and she guessed the meaning at once.

miss an, or, miss an.

If they wanted to return something, they finally held back. They should still have mutual friends.

"Xiaocheng, are you using your phone now?" Bian Wenjuan accidentally bumped into it, and said suspiciously, she remembered that Xiaocheng never played with her phone.

"Well, my friend sent a message." Cheng Ji'an pressed the screen and replied.

"Friend? Not a boyfriend, right?" Wen Juan glanced at her and said jokingly, "You look like you're in love when you look at your face."

Like falling in love? Cheng Ji'an was stunned, but then laughed again.

...

In the car, after Ji Chongjun sent WeChat, several messages were displayed instantly.

——Brother Jun, you really sent WeChat at this point again!

——Come on, would like to admit defeat and bring the red envelopes.

——I said, Brother Jun, what's going on? Your WeChat is so diligent that it's hard to believe!

- So what does "ma" mean this time?

——Why do I feel that Brother Jun is reporting his whereabouts to whom?

——! ! !

-Fuck you, don't scare me!

——……

——Mr. Ji's words are beautiful!

The last one is from Du Baosheng.

Ji Chongjun glanced at it, put away his phone, and didn't respond, his gang of friends were never busy.

The co-pilot, Meng Zhaode, turned his head, "I got the news that the CEO of Changheng Group has also come to the capital and had contact with Boyuan this morning."

Ji Chongjun raised his head, his eyes changed.

Meng Zhaode added: "It is estimated that I heard the wind beforehand... I am worried that they have already made a fuss about your affairs."

Ji Chongjun lowered his eyes, "As soon as you come, you can rest assured. Changheng's advantages are not obvious. Boyuan will still consider it comprehensively. Let's go all out."

"Yes." Meng Zhaode turned around again.

Ji Chongjun looked forward, his eyes were deep, and the next luncheon would only take a little more effort.

...

In a flash, it was Friday, and Ji An didn't go back immediately after the day's departure. Instead, he took a taxi to Ms. Ming Jin's company.

They made an appointment to have dinner together today, and then finalized the specific production matters.

When Ji Chongjun was in the car, the news came again. Cheng Ji'an didn't hide it, but just told the truth. Ji Chongjun didn't say much, just told her to be careful on the road.

Cheng Ji'an thought that he would be back tomorrow, and had some expectations in his heart, but couldn't help but type two words - "I miss you."

Ji Chongjun, who was far away from the Beijing branch, looked at these two words, and his eyes suddenly had a soft light.

I looked at my watch, it was just past half past five.

...

Minglan company is located in the west of the city. Cheng Ji'an arrived at 5:50, and the employees in it had not yet finished get off work. Wei Yun came out to pick her up in person and entered the general manager's office all the way, attracting a lot of attention. First, Sister Yun came forward to inspire the public, and secondly, someone recognized her.

"Is she the Mrs. Ji's president?"

"Cheng Ji'an? It seems to be the goddaughter of our President Ming."

"I didn't expect that I look better than the photo."

"I'm in good shape, I envy me to death."

"Did she divorce Ji Chongjun?"

"Should leave."

"It's better than us to leave. For a company as big as Ji's, it's not worth tens of millions of dollars to get a divorce. Come on, let's not worry about that, get busy, time is tight, don't delay."

As soon as the supervisor spoke, everyone quickly took their places. Cheng Ji'an had already arrived at Ms. Ming Jin's office.

Along the way, also felt the eyes of everyone, but didn't care. Compared with the battles experienced in the Ji family, these are no longer a problem. All she paid attention to was the fashionable atmosphere in the whole Ming Lan, whether it was the architectural decoration or the clothing of the staff, it was refreshing.

She really likes it here.

The museum is a kind of heavy, a kind of heritage, here is a kind of novelty, a kind of innovation.

Just facing Ms. Ming Jin was still a bit of a burden. Although she was relieved that day, it was still on the phone.

The door opened, and Ms. Ming Jin was standing in front of the hanger model, holding the fabric in her hand to compare it. Seeing her coming in, she smiled and said, "Jian is here." Sincere and enthusiastic.

Cheng Ji'an laughed when he saw it, "Godmother—" All the stones were put down.

She holds two new design drafts in her hand, which are gifts prepared for her for days.

This night, everything was very harmonious, no one mentioned those things, all the topics were only around the costume design this time.

Cheng Ji'an got carried away and started talking again, Ms. Ming Jin looked at her with more and more admiration.

Humility is a person's character, and confidence is the most beautiful part of a woman.

When the discussion was over, all the plans were finalized, and everyone was happy.

"I think we will be able to shine in fashion week by then," Wei Yun said involuntarily.

Cheng Ji'an and Ming Jin met at a glance, but they both saw affirmation in each other's eyes.

By the time we left Minglan, it was already half past nine.

Ming Jin asked the driver to show him off, but Cheng Ji'an didn't refuse, but just thanked him.

By the time we got back to the apartment, it was already past ten.

Cheng Ji'an was still immersed in excitement, his eyes were shining when he was taking a bath, and the smile on his face was hard to restrain. When you come out of the shower, it cools down a bit.

Picked up the phone, but there was no news. When she got home, she reported that she was safe.

Are you still busy? She wasn't sure.

After hesitating for a while, he put down the phone and blew his hair again.

"Dong dong dong——" There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Ji'an suspected auditory hallucinations, and turned off the hairdryer and sounded silent again.

"Dong dong dong——" The door was knocked again.

Cheng Ji'an sensed something, put down the hairdryer and ran to the door, looking through the cat's eyes, he quickly unlocked and opened the door.

"Why are you back!" she said in surprise. Seeing Ji Chongjun open his hand, he also plunged into his embrace.

"Because you miss me." He hugged her and whispered in her ear.

Released, looked at her again, and continued, "I miss you too."

He smiled, his eyes bright as light.

Cheng Ji'an couldn't help it, so he threw himself into his arms again, but his face was full of smiles.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Ji Chongjun let go of her but said that he was in a meeting all day today, and he was in a plane and car for several hours at night, and he was inevitably dusty.

"This is for you." Thinking of something, Ji Chongjun handed over the box he was holding in his right hand.

"What is this?" Cheng Ji'an took it and asked curiously.

"Cake. I ate it at the hotel at noon and thought it was delicious, so I thought of you."

So when came back in the evening, rushed over to make one and brought it back... Cheng Ji'an thought about it, and couldn't help laughing again. The cake had not been eaten, but his heart was already sweet as honey.

"Go and take a bath, I'll get you a bath towel." But that's all he said in the end.

Ji Chongjun saw her smiling and shy, his eyes lowered, his smile deepened, but he controlled some of his own reactions vaguely. She changed into pajamas, the style of the skirt, light-thin and alluring.

Ji Chongjun walked into the bathroom and took a shower. Cheng Ji'an put down the cake and went to find out the bath towel he used and the clothes he left behind. Looking at the white shirt, she thought again that it might be time to prepare pajamas for him.

When walked to the bathroom door with things, there was still the sound of water. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Ji Chongjun's voice came from inside.

Cheng Ji'an thought for a while, but pushed open the door. Ji Chongjun had obviously washed his hair and was wiping his hair with a towel.

"Give you a bath towel." Cheng Ji'an knocked on the glass door and said again.

The glass door was pushed open, Ji Chongjun took it, and wrapped around him again, but his eyes kept looking at her.

Cheng Ji'an was embarrassed by him, and put his clothes on the shelf next to him and was about to leave, "I'll go out first."

It's just that she was about to turn around, but her hand was pulled. Ji Chongjun had already walked out of the bathroom and leaned over to kiss him again.

Cheng Ji'an was pressed on the sink, unable to lean on his back, so he could only support the table with his hands. Ji Chongjun hugged her waist tightly, but he just wanted to plunder.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

Cheng Ji'an's breathing became cramped, and his face was blushing.His fingers kept twitching, and she shuddered, almost fainting.She couldn't hold it, and could only cling tightly to Ji Chongjun's shoulders.

The scene of them in front of the bathroom door that day appeared in her mind. She escaped that day, but now, she is afraid that she is doomed.

The flower blossoms have been soaked in honey water, Ji Chongjun sucks her lips and tongue, but one hand has lifted her leg up and bumped it in.

"Wow—" Cheng Ji'an was instantly enriched, and throbbing up, he wanted to escape.

Ji Chongjun just held her tightly again.

He has been waiting a long time.

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