C278 How much do you know about Nocturne's sweetness

It was night, and the city was shrouded in darkness. The interior of the house was tranquil and serene.

The person on the bed had already fallen asleep, and the eyes were drawn down and peacefully tucked into the side of the bed.

Otherwise, a girl with delicate features like this would be lying quietly on the bed. He looked more like a finely crafted doll.

His slender fingers moved between the keyboard and mouse, his pair of eyes attentively watching the program and code on the screen. After a long while, Gong Yichen sighed, rubbed his temple lightly with his middle finger, and pursed his lips.

This keyboard and mouse had changed quite a bit, and he had the foresight that he might cause a ruckus in his office at night. Wife sleeps. So he changed his keyboard and mouse in advance and clicked on the mouse without making a sound.

A few days ago, he went to the hospital to find a therapist and filled out a few forms. It took him a while to find out that he had lost his nerve. It seemed that he was too tired …

Forget it, no matter, this was all for the company and their future lives. Sometimes, strength was easier to speak with than seniority. The old man really liked Jia Yin, but his father was extremely stubborn, all he could think about was how to get and him together.

Other than that, he had to guard against his nephew and sister and covet his woman. This was taboo, and if it wasn't for the family relationship in front of him, he really wouldn't have cared about all that.

"Tsk …" The complicated matter quickly took up his space of thought. Helplessly, Gong Yichen started to feel pain in his head.

So annoying. With so many things going on, isn't that guy a little crazy?

Standing up, Gong Yichen walked to the window and looked out. The endless night was pure black, quiet and deep, with a few small stars occasionally flashing with weak light. After taking a few deep breaths, Gong Yichen felt a wave of unease and melancholy engulfing his entire body, flowing into every single living cell that jumped about.

At the family dinner tomorrow, that bastard nephew and sister would definitely harass her. It was really irritating.

Gong Yichen closed the program writing and gently pressed down on the screen of the notebook.

Sleep.

He lifted the blanket and prepared to sleep. Feeling that Song Jiayin's beautiful figure was right in front of him, Gong Yichen was like a hungry wolf that was greedily sizing up the beauty in front of him. Humans, from head to toe … Chest?

Gong Yichen facepalmed for a few seconds, then quickly stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash his face in cold water.

Repeated brainwashing: It's too late for that...

Why don't you just plant a little strawberry? No, no, no, no, the strawberries from last time hadn't even faded yet, how could the old man explain himself if he saw them?

Either that, or just quietly...

Damn it!

Forget it, I'll be able to see this seductive little thing in the office in the future. Why must I think about it now? The pain is excruciating.

He could manage the company for a while and play with her for a while. Such a working environment made him feel very satisfied.

The thought of going to work in the future...

Gong Da. The boss took the contract from the secretary and suddenly called out: "Song Jiayin, come here!"

Then, the little doll's heart became anxious and she immediately switched off the treasure she was using. She quietly looked at him and a puzzled expression floated onto her face, "Hmm …" "Hmm?"

Gong Da. The BOSS was comfortably leaning on its office chair. It raised its eyebrows at her and crooked its fingers. Its deep eyes seemed to carry a bottomless lake. Underneath the lake, a restless soul was lurking.

Due to his identity being suppressed, this little thing had to obediently come to his side, then what?

If she wanted to dodge, he could just take her into his embrace and let her sit on his lap. When her face turned red like an apple, he could then give her a big peck on the face.

This little thing would have to scold him as a scoundrel again. "Scoundrel! Didn't you want to sign the contract? What exactly did you call me!? "

Gong Da. The boss laughed: "If there's nothing, I can't call you? How about I read through the order to obey your superiors in which section of the employee manual? "

See how this little thing will fight back.

Hehehe … If it wasn't for the little thing still sleeping beside him, Gong Yichen really would have laughed out loud when he thought about it.

It would be his sex life later. The next rule was that no one could enter the office without his permission, and once the doors and windows were closed, it would be nice to experience the office play.

Gong Yichen lowered his head to look, and then calmed his expression as though nothing had happened, and forcefully suppressed the flames in his heart.

Time flew by, and when Gong Yichen recalled the days when they fought and fought in love in school, he would still reminisce.

The first time he let her stand, her little face was so dark that it covered the sky. He secretly took a photo from the podium. Although her face was full of grief, at first glance, she looked a little cute.

Back then when she was arguing about entering the art society, she had failed at drawing and had been stuck at studying for a long time. Thus, she could only enter the Propaganda Department to help pull a freshman out, and not a single one of them could join.

Going out of the school in the middle of the night to drink and complain to Min Peipei about her painting skills was really strange. The instructor in the art studio praised's bones and then tried to introduce him to the training teacher who was cooking just because he brought food for his students in the art studio.

"Hahaha, tell me, am I really hopeless …?" The drunk Song Jiayin completely ignored the way the stall owner looked at idiots as he poured wine into his mouth.

If not for Gong Yichen who quickly rushed over to pay for her after receiving Pei Pei's call and carried her back to the rented apartment outside the school, she probably wouldn't have been able to come to the exam the next day.

After the exam, Song Jiayin was still thinking about drawing, but she was afraid that she would fall again. Once, she had to invite her to her office to teach her how to draw comics. He, a math teacher, had been her free drawing teacher for more than a month.

Fortunately, Song Jiayin's painting skills had grown longer and was slowly being accepted by the art society. Gong Yichen was really afraid that this little thing would die from sadness and give up on itself to go and get drunk at a small stall.

Sigh, it wasn't easy for them to stumble along the way.

Gong Yichen laid down. The little thing was facing his back, just in case he let his imagination run wild again. Gong Yichen smiled, and only lightly kissed Song Jiayin on the forehead - barely a late good night kiss.

hugged Song Jiayin from the back and whispered into her ear.

Good night, my little one.