In the early morning, Zhuang Yibo was still awakened by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

I opened my eyes and touched the phone and saw that there was no surprise that Zhuang Zhonghong came.

She pressed the mute keys in skillfully, and then lifted the quilt to get up.

But at eight o'clock in the morning, Shen Wangjin was no longer in her room, but there was still a breath on the bed.

Not only on the bed -when she walked into the bathroom and looked at her in the mirror, she could also see the traces of his belonging to him.

The stasis stasis was faded by his hand on his neck, and he replaced it with a little red marks, clear and ambiguous.

Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his hand to wipe those traces, but he was nothing but futile.

Soon she let go of herself and bowed her head to wash it.

At the same time, in the living room downstairs, Shen Ruiwen's mobile phone rang.

After looking at the caller display, Shen Ruiwen scratched the phone skillfully, looked at the time again, and then got up and walked to the door of the villa.

When I came to the door, I just walked back. Shen Wangjin, who was in a casual dress, came in from outside the door. Shen Ruiwen immediately handed two documents. "These two documents should be sent away immediately.

Shen Wangjin took the document and stood at the door quickly browsed, and took out the pen to sign it.

Shen Ruiwen immediately handed the file to the driver waiting at the door, and then asked the driver to send it away.

Shen Wangjin entered the house, glanced at the empty restaurant, and only asked the maid: "Haven't you start?"

"No." While the servant handed Shen Wangjin on the hot towel, "Miss Zhuang always got a little late recently, but time should be almost."

Shen Wangjin sat down next to the dining table. Shen Ruiwen soon came in and reported to him after a few key tasks today, and then said, "Zhuang Zhonghong just called again, it seems to be very anxious."

Shen Wangjin listened, and only laughed, and said, "I ca n’t break the capital of Zhuangshi, and it is worth his anxiety."

Shen Ruiwen said: "Zhuang's always fights seriously, it can be seen that his pressure should be great recently."

During the talk, Zhuang Yibo's figure happened to appear on the stairs.

Shen Wangjin wiped his hands with a hot towel, while looking at Zhuang Yibo on the stairs, he said, "Don't worry, anyway, we have time, and then wait and see."

Zhuang Yibo went downstairs and obviously heard his words, but seemed to hear nothing, and went straight to the table.

"Miss Zhuang Early." Shen Ruiwen greeted her.

"Mr. Shen early." She responded lightly, and then sat down next to the table.

The servant sent her breakfast to her, and she nodded gently and said: "Thank you Auntie."

This situation is happening every day. It was a normal state. Today, Shen Wangjin seemed to be a first sight, with a bit of inquiry and fun, just looking at her.

She only looked up at him, and then quickly looked away.

Shen Wangjin was sitting in a chair and saw her start to eat, and then said again: "Is there anything to say to me?"

Zhuang Yibo shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, Shen Wangjin just laughed. He didn't say much about it, and bowed his head to eat.

The two were as usual, sitting silently at a table to eat.

Shen Ruiwen sat next to him and watched such a scene, but suddenly frowned suddenly.

After breakfast, Shen Wangjin took Shen Ruiwen back to the office area to work, while Zhuang Yibo sat downstairs and played the piano.

In the office area, Shen Ruiwen heard the sound of the piano coming from downstairs and subconsciously glanced at Shen Wangjin again.

Shen Wangjin was originally looking at the documents seriously, but after the music of the piano played for a while downstairs, the hand he placed on the table began to unconsciously follow the rhythm of the music, tapping one after another.

The sound of the piano stopped downstairs, and the finger he placed on the table just tapped unconsciously, getting faster and faster, which was a sign of his impatience.

When the piano sounded again and his fingers vibrated with the rhythm again, he was back to normal.

Shen Ruiwen saw this and slowly lowered his eyes.

In fact, judging from his experience in the past few days, Shen Wangjin is in a good mood as long as Zhuang Yibo's music is there -

This has nothing to do with music.

Because during the one or two years when he was recuperating abroad, he would also play various piano and cello music every day, but no matter how pleasant the music was coming from the speakers, he would still be moody.

Now, even if sometimes Zhuang Yibo's music is played intermittently, he will only show a little irritability during the waiting period. At other times, Zhuang Yibo's piano sound can always soothe his emotions well.

But, is just the sound of the piano enough?

Shen Ruiwen thought about the situation between the two people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

After Shen Wangjin finished reviewing another document, Shen Ruiwen paused and then said again: "Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak about Ms. Zhuang's matter?"

Hearing this question, Shen Wangjin's pen in his hand visibly paused, and then he raised his eyes to look at Shen Ruiwen and said, "What?"

"If Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak before taking action, then we should do some preparations in the early stage, so as to avoid the people below being in a hurry -"

Before Shen Ruiwen finished speaking, Shen Wangjin suddenly interrupted him and said, "Do you think she would say this?"

Shen Ruiwen was silent for a moment, and then said: "I think... with Miss Zhuang's temperament, she might not say this."

Hearing this, Shen Wangjin slowly raised his lips and said, "That's right. I didn't think she would speak...but I just wanted to see how long she could last."

After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but want to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak again.

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In the next two days, Zhuang Yibo continued to play his piano as usual and didn't care about anything else.

There is not a word about Zhuang.

However, on the third day, Zhuang Zhonghong came directly to the door.

When he arrived, Zhuang Yibo was about to go out. When he opened the door and saw him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Yibo." Zhuang Zhonghong frowned slightly and looked at her, "Where are you going? Where is Wangjin?"

"He's not here." Zhuang Yibo replied in a low voice, "I have to go to class."

When Zhuang Zhonghong heard that Shen Wangjin was not here, he was slightly discouraged. When he heard Zhuang Yibo's answer, he couldn't help but said: "What other classes are you taking? Isn't this a waste of time? Wouldn't it be nice to just stay at home with Wangjin?

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Chapter completed!