The sunset hangs slanted halfway up the mountain. The spring light that has been brilliant for the whole day finally struggles reluctantly on the top of the mountain. The entire city of Z is immediately bathed in a quiet and peaceful state. The surging river water and the cool river breeze are undulating. The small fishing boats are rippling with the waves, and the river surface is full of sparkling, beautiful and holy. The soft light of the sunset in the water is like the colorful spots on the steps of the sky.

The luxury car drove smoothly into the small building by the river in Xingye and Beicheng, and stopped steadily.

"President, you are here, are you going to get off?" The door in front was opened, and a middle-aged driver with a slightly fat body quickly walked to the back seat.

"Well, you're waiting below." Feng Qi opened the car door and spoke.

"Yes, President!"

He raised his head and looked at the small balcony on the second floor, frowned, and then slowly walked over to the stairs with his hands in his arms.

Soon, Feng Qi stood outside the door with his hands on his back. After wandering for a long time, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

‘Click!’ The door opened quickly.

"I'm here! I've been waiting for you for a long time! Come in quickly! The picture in the living room is too big, and the two of them can't make it. It's just right!" As soon as the door opened, the old leader Zhan glanced at Fengqi, who had a calm face, and howled directly.

Hearing this, Feng Qi's face turned even darker and he spoke coldly, "I'm pretty good at calling people! I dare to call me!"

"Okay! Every time you meet, your temper will get worse! Do serious things! Cheng'er and Xingye are almost back, and they are still procrastinating!"

"Okay, okay, every time I meet, you can stop! Come in and help get the room in. Awen and Wuji are about to arrive. I'll go to the kitchen to work first. Leave these living rooms to the two of you. Don't be too late. The rooms are almost arranged, and the living room is not the same!"

Just as the old leader Zhan and Feng Qi were staring at each other, Political Commissar Yu also came over from inside, frowned and scolded the two of them.

"Come in! Old Feng!" Yu Dan pulled Feng Qi's sleeve with one hand, pulled him in, and then closed the door...

Maybe it was because she was used to being low-key and cautious in her actions. Xingye entered the company early in the morning and simply reported to the personnel office. Based on Feng Qi's conscious care, as the chief secretary of the company's director Charlie, of course, there would be some people who would not accept it. Xingye's indifferent temperament did not take the strange look of her colleagues to heart.

After working hard for a day, she also ate lunch at the company's canteen. Although it looked good, Xingye had no appetite. After a few simple bites, she had no intention of eating it again. She seemed to feel a sense of depression. She couldn't say what the specific reason was. She took a lot of effort to pull her back and bury her head in the document. Once she was busy, the day passed.

"Miss Xingye! Are you not off work yet? It's already late!" A sharp sneer came, interrupting Xingye, who was still focusing on the struggle with the documents.

The person who spoke was also Charlie's other secretary, Xiaomei. She was originally Charlie's chief secretary. After Xingye came, she came down, but her work ability was still good.

Xingye slowly raised his head from the document, first glanced at the time at the foot of the desktop, glanced at Xiaomei lightly, nodded silently, and spoke lightly, "Well, it's almost."

"Miss Xingye doesn't have to work so hard! With your appearance and ability, you will definitely be able to do this job!" Xiaomei spoke with a pointing voice.

Of course, Xingye was not an idiot, so naturally he could still hear Xiaomei's meaning, but he didn't plan to explain anything. He quickly closed the file, turned off the computer, packed the desktop, and walked out without saying a word.

"Go away, goodbye." After a simple sentence, the person has passed away.

"Tsk! Who is it? I don't know if it's a vase!" When Xingye's petite and beautiful figure disappeared at the door, Xiaomei sarcastically said softly.

Xingye did not drive to work, but took the bus directly. After leaving the company, he went straight to his home.

I couldn't walk home step by step in the soft sunset as usual, but I walked alone under the dim street lights bathed in the hazy night, and it was quiet all around. It was probably because of dinner time, everyone stayed at home and had dinner with their family.

I once imagined that I could be like many people, every day when I came back from get off work, someone would cook food at home and wait for her. The dinner didn’t have to be very rich. I just hoped that there would be a few more pairs of bowls and chopsticks at the dinner table, and that the room would be less calm and more breath.

With the colorful spots flashing, the starry eyes quietly swept through the windows on both sides of the path, covered with soft lights. Occasionally, a few lights were reflected, reflecting the vast night, which was very beautiful and harmonious.

‘Beep!’ A bright light shone from behind, and the sound of the car’s horn sounded. Xingye turned his head slightly in surprise and looked over. He saw a military jeep swaying past his eyes and soon stopped a few steps away from her.

The car window quickly shook down, and a low and powerful voice came, "Get in the car!"

Xingye stopped in surprise and looked closely. He happened to see the tough and handsome face of Zhan Beicheng. A gentle flashed unexpectedly in his eyes. A very subtle warm current began to spread in his heart. He tightly tightened the briefcase in his hand. His elegant and beautiful face was stained with a slight smile, and he walked over slowly.

"Why are you going back..." Just as I got into the car, I didn't say a word, and a warm feeling came from my cherry lips. The gentle and delicate kiss of a certain comrade had already fallen.

"Grandpa called the military region and told me that there was an urgent matter at home, so I asked me to come back." After stolen a little incense, Zhan Beicheng touched Xingye's little head contentedly and whispered, "Are you tired? I've been busy for a whole day, huh?"

Two small red clouds had already flew up Xingye's elegant face, with shallow eyes, looking at Zhanbeicheng, and whispered, "But, didn't you just go back yesterday? Why are you so anxious? By the way, grandparents called me today and told me to go home for dinner, and they had prepared the meal."

"Well, I thought you would be with my grandfather." Zhan Beicheng fastened Xingye's seat belt before starting the car.

"Grandpa may be on a business trip. Charlie threw me a lot of documents early in the morning. After a few brief explanations, there was no one else. By the way, do you still have to rush back to the military district tonight?" Blinking a pair of clear and moving eyes, Xingye didn't know why she hoped he could stay more. Maybe it was because she was gradually getting used to his breath. Xingye thought so.

A gentleness and doting flashed suddenly in Zhan Beicheng's deep black eyes. He looked at the bright and innocent look in a quiet look, and then smiled, "I won't go back tonight, I'll go back tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Xingye suddenly calmed down a little and nodded gently.

"Is the work going smoothly? You can't stand it when you look tired?" Zhan Beicheng asked with concern.

He shook his head, his tone as light as the wind, with a gentleness, "It's just that people who feel boring and used to freedom are difficult to settle down at once, you know."

As he said that, he clenched his lips and slowly leaned on the back of the chair.

"Well, it's all like this, it's just the beginning. Persevere, I believe you." Zhan Beicheng's eagle's eyes flashed with resolute light, looking at Xingye steadily, full of trust.

Xingye felt warm, and his chest suddenly felt like a ball of cotton stuffed into his chest, and it became soft in an instant. He put away the briefcase in his hand, slowly grabbed Zhan Beicheng's sleeves, and slowly leaned over his little head, and leaned against Zhan Beicheng's shoulders.

The clear tone was like the clear spring flowing through the mountain stream, with a refreshing heart in the quietness, "I found that you seem to be very relieved of me and you are not sure about something, but you are very confident."

"Well, just know, I'll ask for a review record." Zhan Beicheng replied in a low voice.

"Actually, the situation is not as optimistic as you think. I am now Charlie's chief secretary. Everyone in the company thinks Charlie and I, that, what, you..." Xingye spoke up. Although he knew there was nothing, he still felt a little guilty in his heart. "You and Charlie have been good companions since childhood, so..."

"Girl is thinking too much! Just pretend that you didn't hear them. Otherwise, in a few days I will announce the fact that you are my wife of Zhan Beicheng. Who would dare to chew on me?" Zhan Beicheng's face darkened and he spoke seriously.

"Do you want to?" Xingye was stunned and asked in surprise.

Zhan Beicheng looked at Xingye deeply, and a low voice came, "You know what I think, you still have to ask me?"

As he fell, Xingye's clear eyes immediately stared at Zhan Beicheng's handsome side face, which made Zhan Beicheng feel a little uncomfortable. He glanced at Xingye and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Look at me like this?"

"You want to fool me." The starry eyes were filled with intelligent light, and you could see the thoughts of fighting in the North City at a glance.

Zhan Beicheng raised his sword eyebrows, a hint of admiration ignited in his deep eyes, and he smiled happily, "Well, very good, Xiao Mizhu is getting smarter and smarter, and you can see your little thoughts at a glance."

"I remember, it seems that someone said last night that there was a reward for me, you..."

"I have a good memory, I owe it first." Zhan Beicheng frowned in a little embarrassed manner. He can't blame him for this!

A faint smile appeared on Xingye's white and elegant face, pulled Zhan Beicheng's sleeves and chuckled softly, "Sure enough, I wrote a blank check."

"When you didn't write a blank check, Comrade Zhan Beicheng kept his word. If you don't believe it, you can ask Xiao Meng another day."

"I'm so anxious to argue." Xingye pursed his lips and said calmly.

A woman’s thoughts!

Zhan Beicheng took a breath briefly, looked at the clear and elegant face, and suddenly felt helpless and wanted to explain, but thought that it was actually unnecessary to explain, because...

He smiled, stretched out his big hand, and slapped Xingye's head, but he didn't speak.
Chapter completed!