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Weibo became lively because of a few photos of backs.

Song Qingyou didn't have the heart to care about these for the time being.

She directed Jiang Zhihan to drive the car to the downstairs of the apartment where she lived alone. After entering the house together, she found that Jiang Zhihan was mostly wet.

The thin shirt was tightly attached to his back, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

Song Qingyou pursed her lips uncomfortably.

"Why don't you take off your clothes quickly? Are you afraid of catching a cold in wet clothes!"

Jiang Zhihan put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly: "You too."

"Me?"

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was also soaked by the heavy rain.

Jiang Zhihan hummed and rolled his throat.

He just felt that he was bewitched, and there was a voice in his heart urging him to get closer to Qingyou...

Many people said that he was pure and looked cold, but at this moment, this image had collapsed.

He was just a vulgar person.

Jiang Zhihan noticed his own thoughts and quickly moved his eyes up.

Then he saw Song Qingyou's slightly pale lips.

Yes, Qingyou had just been caught in the rain and might catch a cold.

All the thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he went straight to the bedroom to get two new towels.

"I'll help you wipe your hair first."

Song Qingyou didn't refuse.

It's not comfortable to have dripping hair.

Then she seemed to have thought of something and turned around to ask:

"You came to pick me up, why didn't you bring an extra umbrella?"

"It wasn't raining heavily when I came out." Jiang Zhihan explained, "But there was a weather warning, and I was worried that you were trapped there."

So he basically took the umbrella and left, and didn't even think about bringing another umbrella.

"In fact, bringing a few more umbrellas doesn't mean you won't get wet..."

Halfway through her words, Song Qingyou suddenly remembered that Jiang Zhihan's condition was much more serious than hers, but he was still here wiping her hair as if nothing had happened? !

She raised her hand and grabbed Jiang Zhihan's wrist, "Didn't I ask you to take off your wet clothes first?"

"I was thinking about what to wear for you, you should have some clothes left here...but you interrupted me suddenly."

Song Qingyou glanced at the person behind him with a reproachful look, and then pulled the towel from his hand without any courtesy.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you take a hot shower? I'll send the clothes over later..."

Jiang Zhihan saw that she was about to push him, so he had to move himself.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to lower his head and kiss Song Qingyou secretly.

The latter glared at him, "Why don't you go in quickly."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Jiang Zhihan looked like he was obedient.

Song Qingyou wiped her hair while looking for clothes in the guest room closet.

Luckily, Jiang Zhihan's clothes were not placed here in different categories, but in sets in the drawer, so Song Qingyou only needed to take one set.

When Song Qingyou came out of the shower, it was already midnight.

Jiang Zhihan was still sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he heard the bathroom door open, he immediately came over.

"It's getting late. I heard from Sister Lan that you didn't eat much during the dinner party. Are you hungry now?"

"No."

Song Qingyou shook her head and prepared to wash clothes.

Jiang Zhihan held her hand, "I'll do it."

Song Qingyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you have to fight for this... It's not a big deal. Just sort it out and throw it in the washing machine..."

"It's not a big deal. Just leave it to me."

Song Qingyou wanted to say something, but was suddenly picked up.

Jiang Zhihan pushed open the bedroom door, put her on the bed, and didn't forget to help her take off her shoes.

The movements were smooth and natural.

Song Qingyou was stunned for only a few seconds. She didn't expect that she would change her place in an instant.

Seeing that the other party was still trying to cover her with a quilt, she hurriedly took action.

"I can do it myself."

Jiang Zhihan tucked the quilt for her, trying to leave only her head outside.

Song Qingyou was helpless: "I don't have to wash clothes at night, can't you talk nicely?" Jiang Zhihan tidied up her hair, "If you are tired, take a good rest." Song Qingyou wanted to ask back, who is tired? But she couldn't say it. In the past few days, Longxing Logistics has swallowed up most of the business of Shen Group. Lin Xuyang is busy. As the actual person in power, she naturally can't stand by and watch. But she has always been able to endure it. She is just a little tired from work, but she doesn't show it. At least Chen Lan and Song Xingye didn't notice it. I didn't expect Jiang Zhihan to see it. Song Qingyou, who felt guilty, hummed in a muffled voice. Seeing that the other party was about to leave, she suddenly sat up, leaned forward, and kissed Jiang Zhihan on the face. Jiang Zhihan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he quickly took the person who was about to run away after kissing him into his arms, and pressed his thin lips down like this, without any scruples, as if he wanted to swallow the person into his stomach. Breathing became more and more difficult, Song Qingyou almost thought that something might happen tonight.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhihan let go after a while.

"I'll go wash clothes."

He walked quickly.

Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow.

Judging from someone's reaction, it is definitely not shyness.

Then it can only be "restraint".

The next morning.

Maybe because she slept too late, Song Qingyou got up late for a rare time.

She thought Jiang Zhihan would leave in the morning, after all, both of them had a lot of work.

Unexpectedly, she saw Jiang Zhihan coming out with a casserole as soon as she left the room.

"You got up just in time, I cooked some porridge."

"Anything else you want to eat in the morning?"

"No." Song Qingyou glanced at the casserole, "Are there crabs in it? Did you go out to buy vegetables?"

"Fang Yan had someone send it here."

"Assistant Fang asked someone to send it. It was clearly your order."

Song Qingyou was speechless, "Assistant Fang is so patient that he hasn't resigned yet."

Jiang Zhihan: "Is Qingyou feeling sorry for him?"

The concentration of acetic acid smell in the air is too high.

In order to prevent Fang Yan from suffering an unreasonable disaster, Song Qingyou quickly waved her hand and said:

"Why are you feeling sad? I'm just expressing my feelings casually."

"And I feel sorry for you. You worked so hard to get up so early to make porridge."

Although it sounded like he was coaxing, the corners of Jiang Zhihan's lips could not help but turn up.

After the two had breakfast, Song Qingyou opened the memo and was about to look at today's schedule when her phone rang.

The caller was Lin Xuyang.

"Yuzi, are you ready? Didn't you say you were going to attend today's press conference? Where are you now? I'll ask my assistant to pick you up."

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then remembered that today was the press conference for the acquisition of Shen Group's logistics company and the release of the latest smart logistics technology by Longxing Logistics.

With the fall of the Shen family, she, the person behind the scenes, of course has no need to hide. It is just a good time to stimulate Shen Xiyan again. It is best to make her lose her mind and decide to hurt others.

——If it weren't for the fact that Shen Xiyan pushed Song Xingye downstairs and couldn't find the evidence to send him to prison, Song Qingyou wouldn't have made the mistake.

"I'm at home now. The company must be very busy right now and there is no shortage of people. There is no need for an assistant to pick me up. I can just go there myself."

After being warned by Lin Xuyang for several minutes, Song Qingyou hung up the phone.

Then he was pulled by Jiang Zhihan and hurried out of the door.