“What are you looking at?” When Sheng Yang came in, she found Yi Juncheng staring at the tablet.
“Nothing.” Yi Juncheng quickly looked away and smiled. Then, he hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
The difference in their heights forced him to stoop down. It took a lot of effort, but he found it gratifying. “You just showered?”
His body tensed at her scent.
“Yeah.” Sheng Yang handed him the towel. In fact, she used to do things on her own, but now that Fang Duo had taught her that love was her own business, she decided to give it a try.
Yi Juncheng coughed lightly, not used to Sheng Yang’s change. After all, she was so independent, but he liked her like this. He liked her in all ways, and that was why he found it unbearable.
Sheng Yang took the opportunity to sit in a chair.
Yi Juncheng had already taken the towel and started drying her hair.
Her hair was damp, but still soft like smooth, silky threads.
He never imagined that he’d one day willingly dry a girl’s hair, half-kneel beside her, and bow so willingly.
Sheng Yang glanced at what he was doing and looked away. She didn’t say anything, but she seemed to be saying everything.
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“The entire Mensa has been transferred to me. They’ve all been escorted to our company to work. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with Mensa’s operation on your end?”
“What could go wrong?” Yi Juncheng’s peach blossom eyes usually looked lazy, but they weren’t listless. They were lazy and sexy. “They’re usually very idle anyway.”
If the group of Mensa members heard this, they would want to curse him.
Idlers? Heh, they were very busy. They had been sold by the president to work for others, yet they were being called idlers. How could there be such a president?
Sheng Yang gently covered her mouth. This was in line with Yi Juncheng’s usual style. After all, Gao Feng was always used by him like a donkey.
However, she didn’t quite agree with what Lemon said about them being a black-hearted couple.
She glanced at Yi Juncheng. At least she was kinder than him.
“By the way, I’m going to the Middle East,” Yi Juncheng suddenly said casually. He didn’t stop drying her hair. It was as if this piece of news wasn’t a big deal.
But Sheng Yang heard this and pricked up her ears. “How long?”
“A week.” Yi Juncheng had already dried her hair. He lifted a lock of her hair and stared straight at her. He kissed her hair, then smiled. “Are you worried about me?”
This action was probably enough to make people blush. Only Sheng Yang could be so calm and composed.
Actually, others didn’t know that Sheng Yang wasn’t as calm as she looked.
This was not like medicine where after one encountered a virus once, one’s body would produce antibodies.
She couldn’t produce antibodies against Yi Juncheng.
She groaned for a moment, then suddenly looked up. Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were bright. “Then… be careful.”
There was a war in the Middle East. She knew that Yi Juncheng was used to such days. It wasn’t the first time.
But there was nothing wrong with a few reminders.
In the past, she had always felt that this matter was useless. She did not believe that her mother’s prayers would have any effects whenever her father went on a business trip. However, at this moment, her mouth was faster than her brain this time. She was truly worried.
Yi Juncheng smiled and replied softly, “Okay.”
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