Chapter 372

Jos thinks that he is not a diligent person. All the labor force is used in the studio, which also leads to private affairs. He is always willing to have more rest.

At first, joss would complain that he regarded himself as a servant. Later, when she found out a little thing, she began to be willing to help him with it.

At that time, she had not left the general manager's office. Jing chihan was in the company and was attended by many people. Apart from other things, several secretaries would certainly take good care of him.

But he would go to the tea room to pour water by himself. When Li Li was there, it was Li Li who helped him pour water and coffee. When Li Li was not there, he would go by himself. He had so many secretarial assistants, but he would rather do it by himself than by others.

Even sometimes, when there are other people in the tea room, and other people watch the general manager come in by himself, they take the initiative to help him pour coffee, but he also refuses.

Only when she was there, he would give her the cup and ask her to do it for her.

That kind of natural behavior, just like at home.

This kind of behavior, I have to say, made Jos feel special, and his mood became a little better.

After that, he was used to his little habit of dependence.

However, joss knows, but Jing Zhentian doesn't.

All he knew was that his youngest son was a very young man. He would never wash his hands and make soup.

He didn't eat any more, so he put down his chopsticks and let people push him to see.

In the kitchen, the servants are standing outside, mainly because they don't know what to do when they go in. The husband ordered them not to cook for the two. They can't help when they go in. It's better to come out if they are standing and hindering.

When Jing Zhentian looks through the servant, he sees that Jing zhehan is carrying a plate and joss is serving the dishes.

When the dish was ready, it was a little hot. He put the plate down and rubbed his fingertips.

Joss looked funny, took his hand and let his fingers touch his earlobe.

She has taught him this little trick many times, but I think it's too ugly for a big man to do it.

Jing Zhentian looks at it from a distance, his face is very bad.

Yes, the daughter of a poor family can cook.

But if this is an advantage, then all chefs have an advantage.

With a cold hum, he asked the servant to push him out. Here, the more you see, the more eye-catching.

When they finished the meal, jingzhentian had already gone upstairs.

When they finished eating and went back to the room, joss said bitterly, "tomorrow is really the only time for me and the president to be at home?"

"Well." Lying on the bed, he put his fingers around her hair.

Her hair is getting longer and longer. It's just long black hair.

It is said that women with soft hair have soft hearts.

He thinks it's true.

Joss sighed: "an ominous premonition, hanging over his head."

He laughed, pinched the tip of her nose: "afraid?"

She wrinkled her nose, freed herself from the tip of her nose, opened her mouth and bit his hand, and grinded her teeth gently: "it's not a common fear."

He let her grind her teeth, low said: "he is not so terrible, at least..." seems to think of something, his eyes cold.

"At least what?" Asked joss.

He dropped his eyes: "at least, he will not hurt you. Men always disdain to hurt women. Only women love to hurt women more." He said, touching her hair, leaning over and biting her mouth.

Jos has heard a story on the Internet. Why do women embarrass women? But she didn't expect to hear it from Jing chihan.

Before she had time to think about it, his kiss had become fierce, and the breath was entangled with her.

The touch of the skin and the heat of the two were ignited.

In the process, joss is very careful, dare not make a sound, try his best to suppress, even breathing very carefully.

However, he just focused on her forbearance, provoked her bottom line again and again, looked at her on the verge of collapse, but covered her mouth and blushed, pitifully crying, his heart also beat more fanatically.

Practice, act, become more crazy.

The next day, jingzhehan got up at eight o'clock and woke up to see that Jos had been staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

When she saw him wake up, she turned over, nestled in his arms and said, "do you really want to go? What time will you be back? Will you come back for lunch? "

He hugged her, chin against her head: "do not come back at noon, come back before dinner."

She wept, put her face in his arms and mumbled.

At nine o'clock, Jing chihan washes and leaves. Joss changes his clothes and sits on the bed looking at him.

She looks like an abandoned dog.

He rubbed her head, pecked at her mouth and said softly, "wait for me at home."

She had to nod.

As soon as he left, joss went to the window sill. He didn't stand in front of the full-length mirror until he saw King's car leave the door. He took a deep breath to cheer himself up and left the room.

The corridor is very quiet. American architecture always has American style. This villa is relatively large. There are eight rooms on the second floor, so the corridor is very long.

Joss closed the door with his back hand, and as he left, his feet were on the wooden floor, making a crisp sound.

She went to the fence and looked down at the situation below.

In the living room, there was American news, but on the sofa, there was no one. Joss looked at the dining room, and there was no one.

She was curious and thought the old president would be there.

But with the news on, he should have got up.

She went downstairs with a light, careful step.

When she got to the first floor, she found that there was no one downstairs, but she didn't see it just now. Jing Zhentian was sitting in the garden balcony next to the living room, cutting flowers and plants with scissors.

Jos stood watching, knowing that he should go and say hello, but he was afraid to think of yesterday.

Always feel that as long as she dare to speak, no matter what, will not have a good end.

But even so, we can't do nothing.

She pursed her lips and walked a few more steps.

The servant at the entrance of the balcony saw her approaching and shook his head at her, indicating that she would not come.

Joss gave her a dry smile and stood there, frozen again.

What kind of entertainment can the retired and sick elderly have? You can't eat, you can't sleep, the only thing is watching TV and raising flowers and plants.

In the United States, there are few acquaintances. They don't even have an old friend to meet.