Chapter 220 Jojo acting like a baby
Murong Qiao's words seemed to plant a seed in Zheng Yue's heart.
It only needs a just right timing to break through the ground and take root.
"These documents all require your signature." Jiang Chi put a thick stack of documents on Murong Qiao's desk.
Murong Qiao pulled out his breath and responded without moving his eyes from the contract in front of him. One thought can be divided into two.
The company has entered an upswing period in the past two days. Artists have started to work one after another. Many things need to be seen by Murong Qiao in person. Even many employees have left, and Murong Qiao is still working overtime in the office.
Jiang Chi was also considerate and silent, and walked quietly to the door and left.
"Oh." Murong Qiao couldn't help but sighed.
She thought that the ability to read ten lines at a glance was very powerful, but facing the endless contract materials, her eyes were sore after reading all afternoon.
After confirming that the document was correct, she closed it and put it aside, took a long breath of relief, slightly relaxed her tense body and leaned against the back of the chair, her temples throbbed with pain in her forehead.
The phone vibrated suddenly, Murong Qiao moved tiredly and hooked it to unlock it.
It was Zheng Yue's news, seeing that the name was not Huo Yichen, Murong Qiao's mood to jump up fell afterward.
【My eyes are dazzled from looking at the document, I want to hug...[kitten crying and crying]] Murong Qiao pouted.
She took a photo of herself with her mobile phone and sent it to Huo Yichen, then scrolled up.
The time record of the last sentence stayed at yesterday morning. Murong Qiao's eyes fell on the blank record interface after the two said good morning to each other, hoping that Huo Yichen's pressure in Huo's house would be less.
Recently, she was busy with the company, and Huo Yichen also devoted his energy to his studies after returning home. Both of them became so busy that they didn't even make a phone call.
After Murong Qiao finished sending the message, he turned around and clicked on the message from Zheng Yue.
She was proficient between the lines, 【Qiao Qiao, I want to attend a banquet with him, can I trouble you to lend me a suit? 】
Of course Zheng Yue is not without clothes to wear, but the ones given to her by Nankang are still far from the ladies at the banquet.
After she finished sending the message, she waited for Murong Qiao to reply. She sat on the chair and stood up after a while, pretending to be something in her heart.
【I really like him, but I really can't get rid of those clothes... Qiao Qiao, please. ] Seeing that Murong Qiao hadn't moved, Zheng Yue sent another sentence.
Murong Qiao had just finished reading the last sentence when the message was refreshed.
Her eyes fell on Zheng Yue's sentence "I can't take it out", with a meaningful expression and a little sneer.
Even if Murong Qiao saw it with his own eyes, he knew that Nankang was definitely not bad for Zheng Yue. Zheng Yue can be said to be familiar with the words of having no clothes to wear.
Murong Qiao glanced across her words, but didn't respond, and put the phone aside.
But Zheng Yue couldn't sit still anymore. The time for the banquet was approaching, and her originally relaxed mood became tense. Her eyes on the chat box gradually became anxious, and her brows also frowned.
Why haven't you replied.
【Jojo...】
【The banquet is about to begin...】
The screen of the mobile phone is always on, and the frequency of sending messages gradually becomes faster.
Murong Qiao propped his chin with his hands, lowered his beautiful eyes to look at the phone screen, the corners of his mouth curved into a half-smile, as if he couldn't feel Zheng Yue's anxiety at all.
Seeing that the message could not be reached, Zheng Yue called again.
But the time passed by every minute and every second, Zheng Yue looked at the closet irritably, could it be that she wants to wear her own clothes?
Nankang sent a message saying that the person who picked her up was already on his way, which made Zheng Yue even more annoyed.
Finally, when the tenth phone rang, Murong Qiao reached out and tapped to answer it.
"Qiao Qiao! You finally answered the phone! I want to go to the banquet, but I don't have any suitable clothes, can I trouble you to lend me one? Please!" Zheng Yue spoke quickly.
Seeing that the phone call finally got through, her heart that had been hanging was finally relieved.
Murong Qiao said slowly after hearing what she said, "Yes."
The sentence "Yes" sounded like heaven to Zheng Yue. Her eyebrows and eyes were flying, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards, and the joy in her heart couldn't help coming out.
"Thank you so much, Qiao Qiao!" Zheng Yue hurriedly thanked her, and she also breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past two days, Zheng Yue has been thinking about the relationship between herself and Nankang, but what Murong Qiao said inadvertently made her start to reflect on the stability of this relationship.
Given the fragile bond and relationship between the two, Zheng Yue realized that if Nankang didn't like her, she could leave at any time.
But she can't lose this backer, can't lose without Nankang, and return to the down and out days.
So she tried her best to change herself, trying to appear as a person at the same level as Nankang. At the same time, she was also thinking about how to have a strong relationship with Nankang forever.
Boom boom boom.
"Your package is here." Someone shouted outside the door.
Zheng Yue immediately got up and opened the door to sign for receipt, took the box back to her room and opened it.
Inside was a lady's dress, which was matched with a set of matching jewelry. As soon as Zheng Yue opened the box, she was amazed by the dress.
It was the clothes sent by Murong Qiao, and the efficiency was astonishingly fast.
Zheng Yue reached out and touched the skirt. The silky fabric like gauze mist was so smooth that she couldn't put it down. Even if she didn't recognize the logo on the box, Zheng Yue knew that the price of this set was definitely not something she could afford.
【I received the skirt. ] She sent a message to Murong Qiao.
Zheng Yue tried it on, seeing her radiance in the mirror, she was very satisfied, and sent Murong Qiao a photo of herself trying it on.
The difference between her and those rich ladies is nothing more than this. Although she can't afford it herself, she can borrow it from Murong Qiao, and the calculations in Zheng Yue's heart are crackling.
Murong Qiao is resting now, and when he saw the picture Zheng Yue sent him, he clicked on it and looked at it carefully.
Considering Zheng Yue's suitable style and Nankang's preferences, Murong Qiao deliberately chose a water-colored skirt, which is slim and soft. It will not show any shortcomings when matched with Zheng Yue's figure, and it can better bring out her Jiangnan water town. Kind of soft.
Murong Qiao replied to her, 【You look good in clothes, he will be amazed when he sees you. 】
Sincere encouragement is like honey pouring on her heart, and Zheng Yue can't help being happy.
But despite Murong Qiao's superficial encouragement, he was determined.
This skirt was chosen according to Nankang's taste, and he would like it 100%.
Seeing Zheng Yue walking step by step towards the direction she wanted, Murong Qiao's mood also became joyful, and she faintly couldn't suppress the anticipation.
She signed in the blank with the tip of her pen, completed a document, and hummed a casual tune in a good mood, and she didn't feel that the work was boring.
At night, Zheng Yue wore the dress Murong Qiao sent to the banquet, and the effect was amazing.
"You are very suitable for this style, you can try more." Nankang also praised.
The water-colored dress swayed with Zheng Yue's walking pace, and the reflected light on the fabric rippled as if alive, like the ripples of fallen leaves on the water surface, turning away in Nankang's heart.
He really loves gentleness, and Zheng Yue's outfit today just shows this to the fullest.
Zheng Yue put on light makeup, and the rosy color applied to her cheeks made her look softer, and the appearance of smiling and holding Nankang's arm was even more beautiful.
She nodded, "Whatever you like is fine."
Zheng Yue's tone of speech slowed down a bit, with a soft voice softened, and even the movement of raising her hand to lift her broken hair made Nankang feel pleasing to the eye.
Nankang was so happy with this banquet that he changed his decision to go home at the end and went directly to Zheng Yue's house.
Nankang and Zheng Yue threw their coats and ties all over the floor from the door to the bedroom.
Enthusiasm climbed to the top, but Nankang's reason pressed it and remembered the key thing.
"Take medicine first." Nan Kang said.
He likes Zheng Yue, but he has no plans to have children, so he always asks Zheng Yue to take medicine beforehand.
Zheng Yue obediently listened to him, took out a pill from the side drawer, put it in her mouth, took a sip of water, swallowed it, and opened her mouth to show Nankang.
Even though his body was unbearably hot, Nankang forced himself to calm down and carefully inspected it. After making sure that Zheng Yue had taken the contraceptive pill, he continued to act recklessly.
Zheng Yue lay obediently in his arms, the bitterness of taking the medicine still remained in her mouth.
The bitterness made her care, and it was like a drop of water, which entered the soil and made the seeds gradually sprout.
The problem that troubled Zheng Yue before seemed to have a flash of inspiration at this moment, and was driven forward by the thoughts in his mind, and suddenly he had an idea.
She may not be young forever, unable to keep Nankang, but if, if she can conceive Nankang's child...
The fundamental nature of the relationship has changed. Now that she has a child, she can definitely hold Nankang firmly!
(end of this chapter)