The Buddhist way of chasing wives of e-sports bosses

Chapter 125 Inexplicable throbbing (plus more)

However, anger is anger, but the boss is the boss.

It is obviously unwise to get angry with the boss.

The full stop is the full stop, at least there is no comma, no, a person must know how to be content.

Anyway, he is still the future rumored boyfriend!Good-looking, and a good investment.

Cheng Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, then put the phone away, silently picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat the slightly cold ribs on the dinner plate.

Eating silently, Cheng Yiqing's eyes locked on the ribs, his teeth snapped along the tendons around the ribs, and then he bit the whole piece of meat into his mouth.

Hang Chi Hang Chi Hang Chi
Well, the meat is still delicious.

In the afternoon and evening of that day, Cheng Yiqing was not released until ten o'clock in the evening because of the customary rehearsal before leaving.

After getting out of the elevator, Cheng Yiqing slightly raised his arms and lowered his head, and saw a reminder from Brother Li on the phone screen.

[Brother Li: Take a good rest and meet at the company at one o'clock in the afternoon. 】

After opening the door, my mind was full of chaos. After taking off my shoes, I washed up and walked towards the bedroom. I leaned against the bed, plugged in the charger with my eyes closed, and fell asleep without being able to resist the sleepiness.

That night, she had a dream.

In the dream, the face of the boy who had long been forgotten when he was a child was looming.

"Yiqing, Yiqing. Come home with me for dinner."

"Yiqing, why are you still doing your homework?"

The picture was getting closer and closer, and Cheng Yiqing raised his face curiously to see clearly.

Just suddenly, the style of the painting changed, and the scene changed to that night in the car. Looking up slightly, there was a man's face approaching suddenly, as well as those black and deep pupils.

Within a few seconds, he suddenly suffocated, and it became the scene of her coming back that summer again.

She went up the stone steps with her schoolbag on her back, turned slightly and saw her father.

His gray hair, his wrinkled face, his sunken eyes were numb.

He sat blankly by the stone steps, holding an unfinished bottle of wine and a pink letter in his hand.

She recognized it. It was a letter from her mother.

In the dream, tears slowly slipped from the eyes and wet the pillow.

I was woken up by the alarm clock at eleven o'clock the next day.

After pausing to turn off the alarm clock, he wiped his face indiscriminately and got up again.

Sitting on the bed for a few minutes to digest the scene in the dream, after unconsciously scanning the room with his eyes, he lifted the quilt and turned off the air conditioner, and finally woke up a little bit.

After taking the phone, she saw on the screen a reminder from Sister Qin asking her to travel carefully.

Suddenly, I remembered something again.

Then hesitatingly swipe away the WeChat account of the man who just appeared in the dream.

Thinking about rice balls and the man's instructions.

Cheng Yiqing gritted her teeth and sent a message.

[Cheng Yiqing: I will arrive at the company at 01:30 p.m. [-]:[-] flight. 】

The moment the post was finished, the other side of the screen came back in seconds.

Cheng Yiqing was slightly taken aback.

The words on the screen really made her heart skip a beat.

[Shen Baicai: I know.Pack it up, I'll wait for you downstairs. 】

The brain stops for a few seconds.

Suddenly thought of something, immediately pulled off the charging cable in a hurry, and rushed to the balcony with slippers on.

Sure enough, looking from top to bottom, in a panic, he finally locked on to the black car and the man wearing a white shirt and suit pants leaning against the car.

His graceful and graceful form has become a microcosm from a distance, shining faintly in the golden sun shining through the mist. It is hard to see clearly, but the outline is enough to make people's heartbeat.

The sun is still not warm at eleven o'clock.

Facing the breeze in the high-rise building, pigeons whirled past her eyes from nowhere, her eyes were gentle and embarrassed, and her eyes, which were slightly swollen from tears, slowly bent.

This smelly man.
　Don't rush, don't rush!The love that simmers slowly is more precious!
　　And your recommendation ticket, red bean for me! ! !
　　


(End of this chapter)