At ten o'clock in the morning, the company's senior executives held a regular meeting. Qiao Chunyan sat at the head of the table, her eyes lowered, and she kept stroking the pen in her hand, wondering what she was thinking.

The manager reporting to him couldn't figure out what he was thinking, his voice was weak, and he looked at his companion several times.

After he finished speaking, Qiao Yanyan closed the planning book in front of him without raising his eyelids and said, "Director Jiang, this case has been planned for so long, and the people under you haven't even figured out the most basic data. They have revised it twice.

We are still making the same mistake over and over again. How did someone with such a work attitude get into Joe's?"

"And Manager Li, next week is the government bidding. If you were to be as timid as you are today and can't even speak clearly, who do you think will trust you to hand over the project? If you don't want to do it, just mention it as soon as possible. Don't

It’s wasting everyone’s time.”

…

When Qiao Chunyan criticizes people, his tone is very cold, and the tone of his voice does not fluctuate much, but it can make people feel a chill in their hearts.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room dropped to freezing point. The people sitting below were walking on thin ice, and none of them dared to breathe for fear of accidentally stepping on the tiger's tail again.

Someone turned their attention to Lu Chao beside him, but Lu Chao also lowered his head, looking at his nose and heart, with a humble attitude of "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

Who would have known that in the car this morning, he would already be in trouble.

After coming out of the conference room, Qiao Chunyan went straight back to the office, locked the door, and no one was allowed in.

It started to rain lightly outside the window, and the whole city was shrouded in dark clouds.

Qiao Chunyan sat in front of his desk, putting his fist on his brow bone to calm down his emotions a little.

After a while, he reinserted the Totoro USB disk into the computer and opened the prenuptial agreement again.

His and Qiyou's names were clearly written on the front of the agreement, and the content was hundreds of items long, with cold sentences line by line.

[1.1 For the benefit of the family, both men and women agree to marry, act as a loving couple during the marriage, and give each other dignity in front of outsiders. ]

[3.2 During the marriage, you need to keep a distance from the opposite sex. If one party cheats mentally or physically, the other party has the right to request a divorce, and the other party must not delay or refuse for any reason. 】

[5.1.2 During the marriage, the husband and wife will not interfere in each other’s private affairs and will not have any emotional interactions, that is, they will not fall in love with each other.]

…

Qiao Chunyan's eyes focused on the last line. His whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and veins popped out in the arm holding the mouse tightly.

Don't like each other?

It turns out that this is how she defined their marriage.

In fact, in their circle, it is common for couples to sign an agreement before marriage, but he has never had this idea.

No matter how others define his relationship with Qiyou, at least he sincerely wants to stay with her for the rest of his life.

He is an indifferent person. The early death of his parents made him learn to be independent early and got used to loneliness. It was not until he met her that he had a vivid time.

The funny thing is that he thought they were slowly getting closer, and this marriage was nothing more than that in her eyes. As written in her agreement, she would not like him.

The office was dark without the lights on. Qiao Chunyan's hand holding the mouse gradually lost its strength. She sank into the back of the chair and closed her eyes.

Qiyou didn't know that the prenuptial agreement that she hadn't deleted in time was discovered by Qiao Yanyan.

This morning, she received dress orders from several ladies one after another. She thought that Qiao Xunxun's hard work yesterday and the wave of Amway had an effect. Rich ladies were moved and asked her to design them herself.

Rich ladies spend lavishly, ordering hundreds of thousands of high-end custom-made dresses. Although this is nothing compared to their income and Qiyou's daily expenses, after all, they have been recognized by everyone, and they use their own strength to give

The company brought in revenue, and when she first received the order, she was secretly happy.

She had been drawing design drawings at home all day, and before she knew it, it was getting dark, and her nanny Aunt Zhou called her downstairs to eat.

The grandparents haven't returned from their sister-in-law's house yet. Qiyou is the only one at the huge dining table, which looks extremely deserted.

She bit her chopsticks and called Qiao Chunyan, wanting to know when he would be back. No one answered her two calls in succession, so she hung up and called Lu Chao again.

"It's madam, Mr. Qiao is busy."

"Okay, I'll tell him when he's finished."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Chao looked in the direction of the president's office and sighed deeply.

It was already past the off-duty time, but the door to the office was still closed. Qiao Chunyan couldn't come out, and the people in the CEO's office didn't dare to get off work. They all waited here with trepidation, looking at each other.

Lu Chao has followed Qiao Chunyan for so many years. The last time he saw him lock himself in the office for a whole day was when Mrs. Qiao was sick. But this time, even his wife Qi You didn't seem to know the reason.

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As the night fell, the lights in the CBD office buildings were extinguished one by one, leaving only a few offices still lit. The young people who were choked by life were still working hard.

On the 68th floor of Joe's Building, the president's office fell into dead silence.

There were no lights on in the room, and it was pitch dark. The man's cold profile was reflected in the dim light of the display screen, his thin lips were pressed tightly under the bridge of his nose, and his eyes fixed on the screen were dim and lifeless.

The mobile phone placed on the table was buzzing with notifications one after another. Qiao Chunyan pressed the mute button and kept it on the side with the screen facing down.

After an unknown amount of time, he silently picked it up again and followed the prompts to enter WeChat.

Qiyou: [Are you coming back for dinner? Aunt Zhou is making braised prawns today.]

【What time will you be back? Are you busy?】

【I’m so bored at home alone.】

[Picture.jpg Ferrari is chewing on your slippers!]

[Okay, it seems really busy...]

…

Qi You talked to himself for a long time, but never received a response, so he consciously stopped disturbing him.

Qiao Chunyan stared at the message board closely, her eyes deep and calm, and the manic depression in her heart was getting stronger and stronger.

He loosened his tie, shut down his laptop, stood up, buttoned his suit and walked out.

It was already early in the morning, and the lights in the CEO's office were still on. Lu Chao asked other colleagues to go back first and wait alone outside. Without Qiao Yanyan's permission, he did not dare to knock on the door and enter easily, but Qi You didn't know how to explain,

I was restless and confused all night.

Seeing Qiao Chunyan finally opening the office door, he stood up suddenly and said, "Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Chunyan nodded vaguely, her voice hoarse, "Go back."

"yes."

Lu Chao quickly informed the driver to prepare the vehicle. After entering the elevator, he wanted to ask "Where are we going?" several times, but he saw that Qiao Chunyan's expression was not so good and he suppressed the words.

After getting in the car, the driver who didn't know the situation helped him ask the question. Qiao Chunyan looked at the sparse night outside the window and replied: "Let's go back to Fengshan Villa."

Hearing this, Lu Chao breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

The cool breeze blew in from outside the window, blowing the short hair on the man's forehead and making him sober.

The road was clear at night, and the Maybach drove quickly and stopped at the door of Qiao's house.

Qiao Chunyan rubbed her brows tiredly, told Lu Chao a few words about her work in the coming period, opened the door and got out of the car.

Ferrari and Bentley whimpered in the room, and when they saw him come back, they circled around him, their little buttocks kept twisting, and their tails almost broke off.

Qiao Chunyan rubbed the heads of the two little guys, changed into slippers and went upstairs.

The door to the bedroom on the fourth floor was ajar, and soft light slipped out from the crack.

Qiao Yanyan opened the door and saw that the big bed was empty. Qiyou was lying on the tatami by the window and fell asleep with her head tilted to one side.

She was wearing a loose long t-shirt, her slender legs were exposed to the air, and she had a drawing tablet on her lap. She was halfway through the work, holding her cell phone tightly in her hand, frowning slightly, and sleeping uneasily.

Look.

Qiao Chunyan quietly walked to her side, squatted down, and silently looked at her sleeping face, and gave a strong tug somewhere on her chest.

He wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, but when his arm was raised in the air, he suddenly paused, squeezed his fist lightly, and then retracted it.

This feeling of not knowing what to do with her was maddening.

He thought that the two of them were husband and wife, and as long as he did well enough, she would see him one day. But he didn't expect that in her heart, she only defined their relationship as a marriage, and she never thought of falling in love with him from the beginning.

.

So what does this period of tenderness mean?

Everyone gets what he needs?

A deep feeling of powerlessness welled up from the bottom of his heart. He turned off the lights in the room, picked up Qiyou and placed her gently on the bed, tucking the quilt in for her.

He leaned forward, kissed the corners of her lips lightly, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Youyou, what do you want me to do with you."

Early the next morning, Qiyou woke up in a big, soft bed.

She didn't remember how she slept on the big bed. She only remembered that she was watching dramas and waiting for news about Qiao Chunyan.

After watching three episodes in a row without waiting for his reply, Qiyou was a little annoyed, and even the male protagonist in the show was not to his liking.

But thinking that she might really be too busy with work and had no time, she patiently decided to wait a little longer, and then fell asleep without realizing it.

She stretched her body and subconsciously touched the pillow next to her.

The other side of the bed was empty, even the remaining warmth had dissipated, leaving only a small Totoro USB drive under the pillow.
To be continued...