How cool is the wind in early autumn?

It was probably because An Yu's half-dry scalp was blown to make him feel cold.

When you enter the house, the cold feeling will be better.

In the room, the white dog was lying on the sofa carpet and sweeping his tail boredly. She slowly walked over. The white dog raised his head and looked at her, then put his chin on the carpet, looking bored.

"Xu Dai---" she spoke softly.

The latter stepped over, agreed gently, and said with peace; "Make a cup of chrysanthemum tea."

She drank tea, but she didn't love flower tea very much. The servants of Moshan knew about it, but this person actually ordered chrysanthemum tea today.

Xu Dai couldn't help but think more.

As the saying goes, the owner’s mind is difficult to touch, and it is indeed the case.

She could not see through the undercurrents between the male and female hostess, and for some reason, the two of them who were still hugging each other in the yard turned around and entered the room, with a cold face and expressionless face.

In the courtyard, Xu Shaohan carefully recalled the two of them getting along in recent days, trying to find out what the problem was.

After a while, when Mr. Xu calmed down his emotions, he saw Xu Dai handing a cup of chrysanthemum tea to her. The woman reached out to take it and leaned on the sofa and tasted it lightly.

The posture is quite leisurely.

He was completely different from the cold appearance outside the courtyard the moment before.

"Sir," Xu Dai saw someone coming in, stepped over and reached out to take the potted plant in his palm.

"Send to the study," concise and to the point.

On the sofa, Mr. Xu sat down next to his lover, reached out and touched her half-dry wet hair, and said softly; "Don't blow the cold wind if your hair is not dry, so as not to get cold."

The woman nodded, warm and gentle.

"Will it be a good time today?" He asked softly, trying to attribute An Yu's coldness to herself today to her career, and he did not want to feel that her coldness arose from him.

The difference between the former and the latter is very different from that of Mr. Xu.

"It's okay," Mrs. Xu picked up the cup and sent it to her lips, without saying much.

She was angry and would not fight you or leave you alone, but it was precisely this lukewarm attitude that made this man who had always swept the army in the shopping mall even more difficult to control.

She was born in poverty and lived in the darkness for years, and the word "tolerance" she learned the most thoroughly.

She can tolerate or hide if she is happy or not.

Xu Shaohan is exactly the opposite of this, and he urgently needs her love.

But she is good at hiding everything she thinks in her heart.

"An An, the balloon will explode if it blows too much," the implication is that you can't hold it in your breath and want to say it out.

"I don't blow balloons," she replied.

It seems that I can't understand the profound meaning of Mr. Xu's words at all.

Just listen to it as a simple word.

The man's hands, which were playing with her long hair, froze slightly. Although he was depressed, he didn't want to make the atmosphere too stiff. He just said helplessly; "Silly--."

At night dinner, the two sat in the dining room for dinner. Unlike usual, Mr. Xu said a lot on this day.

It seemed that she was deliberately looking for An Yu to speak, even though she was not in a high mood.

It could not stop his determination.

After dinner, Mr. Xu was called into the study by a phone call. An Yu got up and went to the reading room. He reached out and pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window of the reading room, allowing the cool autumn night wind to flow backwards to blow her hair.

On the sofa next to him, An Yu was nestled inside with a heavy classic book.

During this period, Xu Dai came in and handed her a shawl.

Handed a glass of milk.

She casually turned the book in her hand a page. Yu Guang saw the headlights coming in from the yard. She asked casually without raising her eyes, "Are you here?"

"Assistant Zhou is here," she replied.

"Oh," she agreed, lukewarm and seemed to have no emotions.

But the action of flipping books was half a beat slower than usual.

After a long time, after Xu Dai turned around and left, the woman reached out and shook the shawl that was originally on her knees, landed on her shoulders, and walked towards the courtyard around a pond outside the reading room.

Mrs. Xu seemed to be quite leisurely and elegant in the eyes of the servants. She entered the flower room for the first time and walked between the courtyard after dinner for the first time.

The long skirt danced lightly while walking.

It is as beautiful as a fairy who is not as good as the world's fireworks.

In the study on the second floor, Zhou Rang looked at the man standing by the window holding a cigarette with one hand. His words were surrounded by his cold aura and before he could speak. "The economy in the Jiang family is rising abroad, and there is also a large amount of capital investment in foreign stocks, as if someone is behind the scenes."

If there is a negligence or mistake in the competition for half a month, this will be another considerable loss for the company.

Zhou Rang had to be cautious.

He thought that this arrogant business overlord would give some instructions, but he didn't expect that he just said "happy".

No more information.

Let Zhou Rang stand behind him and dare not speak for a long time.

Retrieving his knowledge, the man standing in front of the windowsill was not thinking about the company's business competition worth hundreds of millions, but his wife's distant performance and indifferent appearance today.

Zhou Rang stood behind him for a long time, waiting for his boss to say something.

But I don't want to.

After a long time, the person who was supposed to be talking about business suddenly changed his mind, making Zhou Rang never come back to his senses for a long time, "Go and check who the wife has met today."

",,,,What?"

Responding to him was a lengthy silence.

When Zhou Rang reacted, he realized that he had lost his composure. He reached out and pinched his palm and sweated softly; "I understand."

Then he turned around and left.

When I turned around and brought it to the study door, I felt like I was reborn.

The suppressed and cramped breath in the study was like a broad palm that uttered his throat.

In the courtyard, An Yu stepped steadily on the bluestone road, and his careless posture slowly swayed in the twilight courtyard. He raised his eyes and saw a figure strode out from the main house, wanting to go to the car.

She spoke, her words were plain, but she was wrapped in autumn wind and sent to Zhou Rang's ears.

“Special Assistant Zhou.”

Hearing this, the person who was about to open the car door stopped moving. Looking back, not far away, a woman in a plain cotton and linen dress stood between the bluestone road. On her shoulders was a goose yellow plush shawl, and her loose hair was dancing lightly in the wind. From a distance, she seemed to see a fairy of Jiutian walking out of the mist.

Zhou Rang's hand that fell on the door handle slowly dropped down, landed on the crack of his pants, looking at An Yu who was walking towards him, and respectfully called out, "Madam."

"It's hard to walk on the night road, and Special Aid Zhou is coming and going in a hurry. I'm afraid it's inappropriate. Why should I have a cup of tea before leaving?"

This is a faint question, but the question is accompanied by the master's aura.

How polite An Yu's words are, how strong Zhou Rang is is.

In the reading room, the woman wrapped in a shawl and wanted to reach out to pour tea for Zhou Rang. Seeing this, the latter quickly got up and reached out to take An Yu's hand movement; "It's good that I'll do it."

As a subordinate, there is no reason to ask the boss’s wife to pour tea for herself.

"How many years have you been with Mr. Xu?" An Yu leaned on the sofa and asked Zhou Rang with a smile.

The soft words were like a boss lady who was chatting with employees.

Without a stance of arrogant attitude, today's plain long dress sets off this strong woman in the legal circle with a bit more gentle aura.

Coupled with those gentle words, people only feel that this person is a lady from Jiangnan.

Although Zhou Rang had never faced the ruthlessness of the boss's wife, he could not be different from what he heard. An Yu's question made the hands of the teapot tremble.

But the person who fought with Xu Shaohan had already experienced the caution and decentness of his words many years ago.

"From the beginning to this day, ma'am."

When An Yu heard this, he seemed to admire him quite a bit and nodded; "Zhou Special Aid Zhou has experienced the reform and mobilization of the Xu Group one by one, and he is a veteran figure."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it," no one dares to accept such praise.

What's more, these words came from the boss's mouth.

Although Zhou Rang has followed Xu Shaohan for many years, has seen many corporate leaders, state cadres, and chaebol families, and has many confronted him, it is the first time he has faced the boss’s wife like today and played Tai Chi with the boss’s wife.

It is false to say that his heart does not tremble.

Especially if he must wear a high hat, he almost couldn't sit still.

"It is rumored that Special Agent Zhou is Mr. Xu's right-hand man. This is not fake. I also heard that Special Agent Zhou has multiple positions and is also a good player in public relations."

An Yu stretched out his hand and moved the cup to the position. The smiling face fell lightly on Zhou Rang, making the latter look vigilant.

At this time, the person sitting opposite her was feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.
To be continued...