Chapter 219

Jing chihan got up a little late. He didn't want to stay in bed. Jos had breakfast ready. When he went up to call him, he covered half of his face with a quilt and breathed evenly.

Jos walked over, her big pajamas were a little empty. As soon as she leaned over, the scenery leaked out from her collar.

She held out her fingertips and pointed at the tip of the man's nose.

"Mr. Jing..."

She called in a low voice.

The man frowned, for a while, opened his eyes, black eyes narrowed.

The woman came closer and gave him a kiss on the tip of the nose: "get up and eat."

The man put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her down.

Joyce was caught unprepared and fell into the firm embrace of the man.

She chuckled and looked up. Her lips were under his chin. "Don't you eat? Then I'll go down and warm the porridge and eat it later. "

"Don't hurry." His hoarse voice, light overflow, lips down, kiss her forehead: "lie with me for a while."

Jos obediently nest in his arms, listening to the man's powerful heartbeat, slowly, even a little hypnotized, almost fell asleep again.

At this time, the man said again: "I'll go out in the afternoon and come back to pick you up in the evening."

Jos woke up with a start and understood what he said. His eyelids drooped slightly. But he also understood that Jing chihan was the current decision-maker of Jing family. Many people who had business relations with Jing family would come to the president's birthday party. As the general manager, he must come out in person more or less.

She had no problem. She was afraid that he would not have time, so she simply said, "why don't I go by myself, Deyue Hall 3? Just give me the invitation and I'll go by myself, so as not to run around and you'll be in trouble."

The man's hand in the quilt came out of her back and pressed her tightly. He said in her ear, "no trouble." After a pause, he added, "if it's you, it's no trouble."

Joss gave a chuckle. I didn't know he would say any more sweet words.

After lying down for a while, Jing zhehan got up. Joss went downstairs first. When Jing zhehan came down, the porridge was still warm and the porridge bowl had already been put in front of the man.

The sun outside the window slants in, with a trace of warmth, people can't help but feel comfortable.

In the morning, Jing chihan accompanied Jos to clean up the room. After lunch, he went out first. Jos calculated the time and went upstairs to dress up after three o'clock.

In the end is a formal occasion, although she is usually light makeup, but today, how also want to put on a bit thick, can't be too impolite.

She had just finished her make-up. It was less than four o'clock when her mobile phone rang.

She picked up a look, was a strange caller display, she painted mascara, and answered: "Hello, who?"

"It's me."

On the other end of the phone, there was a familiar female voice.

Jo's hand almost touched her eyelashes on her eyelids, and she put her eyelash on her face.

……

Half an hour later, Joyce said in her full evening dress, standing in the lobby downstairs.

After a while, the mobile phone rang again. She looked at the caller ID and walked out of the door.

Outside, a white car, parked in front of her, the back window open, elegant woman sitting inside, light mouth: "get on."

Jos nodded in horror, went to the other side, opened the door, and sat in.

There was a soft fragrance in the car and pleasant jazz songs in front of it. Joss was sitting in the car and felt constrained. She never thought Xue Ying would come to her party. After all, she thought that she didn't want to have anything to do with her in public.

Now the situation is a bit delicate. Joss hung up the president's wife and called Jing chihan for the first time, but there was no one there to answer. In the end, she just came out first.

The car drove slowly, and joss sat upright in her seat. She dared not go out. She stepped on the white fluffy carpet under her feet, and many of her looks penetrated the gap of her high-heeled shoes, which made her itch.

"Don't be nervous." For a long time, the noble woman around her comforted her.

Joss was a little nervous and sat upright. He nodded, but his face was still unnatural: "I, I'm not nervous."

"You can't lie, don't force it." The woman laughed in a low voice and was very kind.

When she thought of Xue Ying's last visit to their home, she was very unhappy at last, but this time, she was a little uncomfortable. But she thought, is this the so-called temperament of a celebrity?

She does not understand these temperament, nervous mood, more serious.

"Chehan is a little busy there. He went ahead of time to entertain some uncles who came back from abroad. I think he will probably come to pick you up later. But do you mind if several elders come back? His father is not in good health. It's not a slight to have him with him. So I'll pick you up on the way, don't you mind?"

"No, no, of course not." Joss said quickly, how dare she have an opinion: "in fact, I don't want him to pick me up. I can take a taxi myself."

Xue Ying looked at her with a satisfied expression: "you are very sensible."

Jos blushed and lowered his head.

Xue Ying looked at her expression that she seemed to be flattered. She shook her eyes and looked forward: "I'm bored. Do you like listening to jazz? I don't like it. Change a pop song you like at your age. "

"This is good." Joss relaxed a little, and knew that the president's wife had no malice. She was a little bit more relaxed: "this kind of music can soothe my body and mind. I can't see many jazz discs at Mr. Jing's home. It turns out that it's a hereditary wife."

Xue Ying noncommittal smile, slightly leaning on the back of the chair, suddenly the phone rang, she took a look, picked up.

"Xuanxuan?"

There was a female voice on the other side of the phone. Joss had no intention of eavesdropping, but because he was sitting close, he heard a lot.

"Your father said two days ago that you can't come back. It doesn't matter. Your studies are important. You are a good child. Your uncle Jing has received your gift. He said that he likes it very much."

After a long phone call, the smile on Xue Ying's face has never been broken. Joss has never seen such an approachable president's wife. Although she is usually very gentle, she is definitely not so intimate with others. Her voice and facial expression are warm.

Before hanging up the phone, Xue Ying's mood seems to have reached the peak: "you are sweet. It's no use talking to me about your words. Keep talking to Uncle Jing. Next time you have a holiday, you must come back. Do you hear me? OK, I won't delay you. Goodbye."

Put down the phone, Xue Ying's face smile still live.