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Along the way, Ji Mingshu was entangled by Jiang Chun and told a lot of gossip. Jiang Chun was shocked.
When they entered the elevator of the apartment, they were still talking about the couple in their circle. Jiang Chun asked in surprise, "Is that really the case? I thought that they were very loving. According to what you said, everyone just takes what they need and not many people love their partners?"
Ji Mingshu was about to nod and tell her the painful truth that 'love is nothing compared to business'.
But Jiang Chun swiped her elevator card and corrected herself, "No, I think you and Cen Sen are very good. Cen Sen spoils you a lot."
???
Ji Mingshu couldn't refute it for a moment.
Jiang Chun's apartment is not far from Baicui Tianhua, only about ten minutes drive, which is also on a prime location, but the business district here is more dense, and it will not be noisy at night.
But Jiang Chun likes it very much. Her favorite milktea shops are within a 500 meter radius.
As soon as they entered the door, Ji Mingshu was shocked.
Jiang Chun also introduced the place like a treasure, "Well, look at this, I asked the designer to change it. The original design was too inhumane and ugly."
"Can it be more ugly than this?" Ji Mingshu was dizzy for a few seconds and felt that she had been transported to the 1990s overnight. "Are you going to open a farmhouse?" Looking at the ugly apartment that was regarded as a treasure by Jiang Chun, she didn't even know where to start.
However, Jiang Chun was still very stubborn, pulling her back and forth in an attempt to change her opinion about the place.
Ji Mingshu stopped in front of the bookshelf and read the books displayed in it: "My Private CEO", "How to Catch His Heart", "A Beautiful Woman's Temperament Guide", "100 Ways to Improve Emotional Intelligence", "The Cold President and His Little Angel", "Domineering School Grass Hugs Me"...
Seeing Ji Mingshu staring at the book called "The Cold President and His Little Angel", Jiang Chun pulled it out and stuffed it into Ji Mingshu's arms. "The title is ugly but it's actually pretty good. Try and read it."
Ji Mingshu avoided it and looked disgusted. "Take it away. I don't read this kind of thing. What's wrong with your taste?"
"You're really not interested? How could there be a girl who doesn't like romance novels? You're so strange."
It's not that I don't read romance novels, but I don't read the ones that are brainless and nonsense, okay? Ji Mingshu slandered in her heart while not showing any expression on her face.
After touring the ugly apartment, the two sat on the sofa and chatted again.
Ji Mingshu always doesn't have the concept of time. As long as she is not sleepy, she can keep up until dawn.
It was Jiang Chun who suddenly reminded, "It's almost twelve o'clock. Do you want to send a message to your husband? If you go back so late, he will worry about you."
Ji Mingshu wanted to say, "He is not my boss. I don't need to report to him about my whereabouts", but in order to not shatter the little goose's expectation of marriage, she perfunctorily said 'uhm' and opened her WeChat again.
The chat records of Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen are still on the lip service from last time.
Jiang Chun glanced at it and didn't see it all. She sighed with surprise and envy, "I can see that your husband is so good at praising you."
Ji Mingshu: "..."
She thought, if she directly reported to Cen Sen that she hasn't gone home yet, Cen Sen's brain circuit would probably go haywire and think that she has been kidnapped.
She should say something first. She remembered the noodles that Cen Sen cooked and had an idea.
Ji Mingshu: [What kind of duck did you eat tonight?]
After sending it, Ji Mingshu appreciated it by herself. It was a very good and normal conversation, and it would not seem like she was too enthusiastic. And the cute tone will make Jiang Chun have the illusion that 'the husband and wife really have a good relationship'.
After about three minutes, Cen Sen really replied to her.
Cen Sen: [I didn't eat duck.]
When Jiang Chun saw the message, she was confused at first and then excitedly said, "Why is your husband so cute? It turns out that he's this kind of person in private. I really didn't expect it."
She hurriedly pushed Ji Mingshu's shoulder and urged her, "He said that he hasn't eaten yet. He should want you to comfort him. You should quickly reply."
Ji Mingshu's back was numb and she felt that the Cen Sen tonight was cute and it seemed like his phone had been hacked.
The next second, a new message came in.
Cen Sen: [I ate bamboo shoots.]
Jiang Chun and Ji Mingshu: "..."
There was silence in the ugly apartment and the two of them went through several psychological processes, from confusion to vague understanding and then to sudden enlightenment.
Looking at each other for three seconds, Ji Mingshu saw the words 'Don't ever say that I'm rustic and outdated in the future. Your husband is more outdated than me' and 'Doesn't your husband connect to the internet at work?' on Jiang Chun's eyes.
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Cen Sen had a socialization event with his Japanese partners tonight. Half of the dishes on the table were local foods and the other half accommodated the partner's appetite. But he actually didn't like it that much. He only had a few pieces of braised bamboo shoots and put down his chopsticks several times.
It was late at night when the socialization event ended. The cold wind blew away most of his tipsiness and there were no stars in the night sky.
When he got home, Cen Sen found that Ji Mingshu had come back.
Earlier, when he received the message from Ji Mingshu, he asked Zhou Jiaheng where his wife was. Zhou Jiaheng said that she went to Zhang Lin's birthday party and then went to Jiang Chun's apartment. Cen Sen thought that Ji Mingshu, a party animal, would not return home tonight.
Ji Mingshu did not plan to go back, but on the other hand, Jiang Chun's apartment was too ugly to sleep in, and she also wanted to go back and mock Cen Sen for his rustiness.
She lied in bed and read the novel after she took a shower but she unconsciously fell asleep.
Cen Sen only glanced at her.
When he finished taking a shower, Ji mingshu had changed her sleeping posture and occupied his side of the bed, but she was still holding her mobile phone in her hand.
He went to the bedside, easily picked up Ji Mingshu, put her in a proper position, and then wanted to take away her mobile phone.
Ji Mingshu woke up.
She sleepily opened her eyes, looked at Cen Sen, and then looked at the time on the screen. She was not completely awake yet. She turned over and continued to sleep.
When she turned over, she automatically unlocked her phone with the facial recognition feature.
When it reached Cen Sen's hand, the screen stopped on the Weibo post that she scrolled into before she fell asleep.
To be precise, it's not actually a Weibo post but a novel advertisement pushed on her Weibo timeline.
Cen Sen glanced at it.
"When Guan Haoran took Mu Ziwei's bone marrow and kidneys, Mu Ziwei's heart died. Three years later, Mu Ziwei returned to City B. She originally only wanted to live a simple life, but the indifferent and ruthless president hugged her tightly, 'Woman, do you want to escape? You will never escape from me in your lifetime.' Mu Ziwei's eyes were full of fear. 'Wasn't it enough for you to take my bone marrow and kidney?' 'It's not enough, I want your heart…'
Cen Sen paused and didn't know what to think. He actually clicked on the first picture to browse it.
Ji Mingshu did not sleep well. She just turned over and came back to her original position. The quilt was tightly wrapped around her, covering the area where her heart was located.
Cen Sen: '..."
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