When Xiang Xiaochuang received Du Jiawen at the airport, before he could react, he hugged him and gave him a French-style romantic long kiss in full view of everyone.
Xiang Xiaochuang's face turned red, and he didn't dare to raise his head when he held his hand and walked out.
"Don't worry, this is the minimum etiquette." Du Jiawen said with a smile.
Is there such etiquette? Xiang Xiaochuang rolled his eyes at him and touched his lips with his fingers, as if he still retained his overwhelming enthusiasm, feeling a little numb and itchy.
I was secretly worried, wondering if it was swollen or not. Will I be able to see anyone again when I return to the Tang family soon?
"Don't worry, I'm sensible, I won't swell you from kissing you. Besides, we are just getting married, so even if you are swollen from kissing, no one would dare to laugh at us."
Du Jiawen saw through Xiang Xiaochuang's thoughts, but this explanation made Xiang Xiaochuang's blush immediately spread to the roots of his ears.
"Hey, this road is wrong!" Halfway through the car, Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly shouted.
"There's nothing wrong. I have to go to the company first. Some things are better done early than done late. I don't want to tolerate Chen Sijia for a minute longer."
Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Xiang Xiaochuang felt warm in his heart.
As soon as he walked into Fang Tianwei's office, Xiang Xiaochuang was pleasantly surprised: "Manager Niu!"
It turns out that even Niu Tiancheng, the financial manager of the head office, was sent to the American branch by Du Jiawen. It seems that Du Jiawen is bound to win this battle against Chen Sijia.
"Mr. Du, Mrs. Du." Niu Tiancheng greeted him politely, but this unfamiliar title made Xiang Xiaochuang startled, and he didn't recover for a long time.
Looking at the pile of documents on the table, it was obvious that Fang Tianwei and Niu Tiancheng had been working continuously for a long time. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
During the break, Xiang Xiaochuang helped his secretary make a few cups of coffee. Niu Tiancheng happened to come out to use the bathroom, so he helped Xiang Xiaochuang bring the coffee in.
"Luckily you and the CEO...otherwise, I would have been tortured by my conscience." Niu Tiancheng suddenly said, "For the sake of my own job, I would go against my will."
Xiang Xiaochuang's face was slightly red, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look at him: "It's... I'm wrong..."
In fact, since he entered the finance department, he has always taken good care of him. Who can not take Du Jiawen's threat to heart? In the entire Yixin Company, Du Jiawen is a big chopping board, and everyone else is just a piece of fish.
Although she would occasionally think of the 50 million scam at night when she was alone and sleepless, but now that she and Du Jiawen had achieved a perfect relationship, she had long since stopped blaming anyone for the past.
Niu Tiancheng looked at Xiang Xiaochuang's figure with a smile. Even though she jumped into the dragon gate, her clean temperament that attracted him before had not changed. Perhaps, this was what attracted Du Jiawen.
The longer you immerse yourself in the ups and downs of shopping malls, the more you will be attracted to that kind of temperament.
It was already midnight when we returned to Tang's house, but Du Jiawen and Boss Tang were locked in the study room for discussion for an unknown amount of time. When Xiang Xiaochuang woke up, he saw the light in the bathroom was on and knew that he had finished talking to Boss Tang.
talk.
Seeing that Du Jiawen's hair was still dripping with water drops, he came out of the bathroom. Xiang Xiaochuang sat up and said, "I'll blow dry it for you."
"Okay." Du Jiawen agreed simply, "Xiaochuang..."
He seemed to be hesitant to speak, so Xiang Xiaochuang asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
"Shen Sidian is getting married."
"Oh." Xiang Xiaochuang's hand paused for a moment, then continued to move the hair dryer, "It's time to get married. He is older than me, and our Ninglu is almost one year old."
"The bride is not Chen Mo."
Xiang Xiaochuang's hand stopped completely this time, and it wasn't until Du Jiawen shouted: "It's hot!" that he hurriedly continued to dry his hair.
"Why didn't he marry Chen Mo?" Xiang Xiaochuang couldn't help but be surprised, "They weren't..."
"You can ask him next time." Du Jiawen replied calmly, "Okay, just blow it half dry. Let's go to bed early."
Xiang Xiaochuang reluctantly suppressed his doubts and pretended to be exaggerated: "Is this called going to bed early?"
"Today, I really can't go to bed early..." Du Jiawen looked at her with a smile, suddenly lifted her up and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why are you still so thin, with not even a ounce of flesh on your body? It won't take long before we are all covered in dew."
It's going to weigh more than you do."
Xiang Xiaochuang rolled her eyes at him, but under the light, it looked like a wink. Du Jiawen gently put her on the bed, propped up his body with his hands and looked at her.
"Why are you looking at people like this..." Xiang Xiaochuang felt that just his gaze seemed to be filled with heat, almost roasting him until he was soft all over.
"Xiao Chuang, I really miss you." Du Jiawen leaned down, turned sideways, and hugged her tightly in his arms, "It would be better if I gained some weight, otherwise the feeling would be a bit poor."
His voice was slightly soft and a little hoarse, but it was always elegant and charming.
Xiang Xiaochuang punched him sweetly and angrily, but of course his movements were light and without any force.
"I know you are reluctant to hit me!" Du Jiawen playfully grabbed her pink fist, put it to his lips and smacked it gently. Countless complex and soft emotions surged towards her in waves.
His body had long since lost strength, and even his eyes were full of emotion. Du Jiawen called out "Xiaochang" in a low voice, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and his lips had already covered his head and face with overwhelming passionate kisses.
Sent over.
The familiar faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the aroma of lemon, rushed into his nose. Xiang Xiaochuang could do nothing but hold his neck tightly.
Like a soaked feather that could no longer fly, she just passively allowed Du Jiawen to create waves of tremors on her body over and over again...
When he fell asleep from exhaustion, Xiang Xiaochuang reluctantly opened his eyes. With the little moonlight that penetrated the room, he saw the person next to him with one side of his eye, and a satisfied smile appeared on his tired face.
His hand was held tightly by him, and his body was hugged so tightly that there was almost no gap left between the two of them.
She moved a little, trying to find a more suitable position to fall asleep, but Du Jiawen opened his eyes. A little lazily, but as bright as stars.
"Did I wake you up?" Xiang Xiaochuang asked in a whisper.
Memories, like thousands of threads intertwined together, kept going around his heart one by one. Du Jiawen suddenly showed a smile: "Thank God for giving you to me."
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A chance encounter in the elevator started his entanglement with her, which led to his lifelong love. He originally thought that his heart was an empty shell and that there would be no color of love in his life.