Zhao Xiyin finally signed an employment contract with Su Ying’s Art Center. It lasted for one year, with a basic salary of 5,000. After the appointment, it was made two-way choice depending on the situation.

She began to return to her normal schedule, from nine to five, and her life was dull.

The only dissatisfaction between Teacher Zhao was that the couple had made another awkward relationship.

It was not very similar to the Cold War. Zhou Qishen drove back and waited downstairs to pick her up to work. Zhao Xiyin didn't refuse, and he rode with him like no matter what. But no matter how many interactions there were, they were gone. The two of them respected each other, and Zhao Xiyin had been living at home this week, and Zhou Qishen never went upstairs to sit.

When Zhao Wenchun asked, he said two words: "He is busy."

Perfunctory and blatant.

The two of them seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle. They saw the exit but couldn't turn the door lock.

After dancing on Friday, the girls at the Art Center were talking and laughing, chatting about weekend plans. The girl of eighteen or nineteen years old was like a flower, talking about her long-distance boyfriend. She said that they were not easy to fall in love. She flew from Guangzhou to Beijing on Friday and went back on Sunday. She would spend a month living expenses. When talking about her beloved, the girl's face shone brightly, like the little sun.

As Zhao Xiyin listened, she would occasionally bend the corners of her mouth.

At dusk, the sky outside the window is warm and affectionate, sweeping away the haze of winter and being able to smell the breath of spring. Beside your ears are the tiny warm words of lovers, and in front of you is a good scene. Zhao Xiyin looked at it lightly, as if she was covered by a tulle, her thoughts were misty, and time was quietly slowing down.

The little girl next to her sincerely and enthusiastically expressed her love in her heart, "Like it means you like it. When you think of him, you are full of energy. It seems that you have a little sun that belongs only to you. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will always warm me."

Others joked, "Will summer heat up?"

"Then I'm happy to accept it. Love is meant to live and die with him!"

Another person asked with a smile: "You are only nineteen years old, what if you meet something better in the future?"

"Let's talk about it if you meet it. At least he is the best I had when I was nineteen!"

Like a silver bell shaking, shaking Zhao Xiyin's depressed mood for days. She stood up, and an uncontrollable impulse was pushing her forward.

The girls called her: "Oh, Miss Xi, are you going home?"

Zhao Xiyin nodded stiffly, her pace became faster and faster. After leaving the art center, she had already started trotting all the way.

When she got into the taxi, Zhao Xiyin called the place. When the wheels moved, her heart jumped. In the evening, the sunset was smudged in the sky, which clearly felt the summer. The red light shone on his eyes. When Zhao Xiyin lowered his head again, the hot flashes in his eyes surged out in waves.

She couldn't deceive herself, she really missed him very much.

——

"We can bear the transportation costs in proportion. Minister Xu negotiates with General Gao. The internal training rules need to be further improved, led by Secretary Xu and mainly from the Human Resources Department..."

At half past five, the meeting was coming to an end. Zhou Qishen finished his final summary and announced the meeting very on time. Secretary Xu and two senior officials stayed behind to discuss other matters not yet completed.

The office door was open and breathable. When Zhou Qishen looked up, he happened to see Zhao Xiyin standing at the door.

He was stunned and then met his sight.

Zhao Xiyin looked at him, stood there sensibly, and did not move forward.

Zhou Qishen turned his head and said to everyone, "I'm here today." Then he pushed the table and stood up impatiently.

It was the time to get off work, and there were many employees coming and going, and I was often curious and looked at me.

Zhou Qishen was not wearing a coat, and a black shirt was tied into the belt, with a tall figure and strides. He had a smile on his face, unlike the sternness at work, as if he had changed his own. Looking at the side only surprised many female colleagues.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Qishen was unpredictable.

Zhao Xiyin suddenly hugged his neck and hugged the person tightly. Zhou Qishen did not stand firmly, subconsciously hooked her waist and took several steps back.

Zhao Xiyin buried her neck and said in a muffled voice: "Brother Zhou, I miss you."

Zhou Qishen's body was covered in electricity, and his trembling layer by layer could not last long. He was a little panicked, and gradually tasted joy in his panic. He pretended to be calm, and his voice was filled with a smile, "What did you think?"

"I heard the children in the group chatting about their boyfriends." Zhao Xiyin's voice was a little choked.

Zhou Qishen was happy, "Is it sour to eat?"

She said "Yeah", "I don't have a boyfriend."

Zhou Qishen kissed her hair, "But you have a husband."

Zhao Xiyin didn't say anything, and the tip of her nose rubbed red in his arms, trying her best to hold back her tears.

Zhou Qishen took her hand and said, "Come in first."

A bunch of colleagues from the administrative department were coming out from the right. When they saw the big boss so tender, they were all stunned. When they reacted, they immediately shouted tacitly: "Hello, Mr. Zhou!"

Zhou Qi nodded slightly.

Everyone's eyes seemed to float towards Zhao Xiyin as if nothing had happened. What should I call this person?

Zhou Qi said in a deep voice: "Zhao Xiyin, my wife."

As worthy of being the elite Jinlian of the Executive Ministry, they were all calm and steady, without showing any surprise. Instead, they nodded in unison and shouted to Zhao Xiyin: "Mrs. Zhou is good!"

Zhao Xiyin's face was as if blushed, and she still tried her best to calm down and decent, "Hello."

Zhou Qishen had no expression, just held her hand and tried harder. He took her into the office very arrogantly and coldly.

Everyone lay in a big trough, and after entering the elevator, they were in a bad mood, "Mr. Zhou has officially announced!"

"I heard it right, Mrs. Zhou? When did you get married?!"

"Remarry, I heard from Secretary Xu."

"So elegant! You have a good figure! I won't go to hot pot tonight, I'm going to the gym to clean my fat!"

Seeing Zhou Qishen and Zhao Xiyin shook hands with each other, Secretary Xu and the other two senior executives left tacitly. Secretary Xu came to the door with great considerateness and said, "President Zhou, please rest assured, no one will come in to disturb you."

Zhao Xiyin scratched her heart and lungs, why did she think Brother Xu's words were a bit imaginative?

Zhou Qishen pulled her hand and Zhao Xiyin sat steadily on his thigh.

After feeling it for two seconds, he whispered: "It's light."

Zhao Xiyin kissed his nose, "You have lost weight, too."

Zhou Qishen pinched her hand and printed on his lips, "I miss you what I think."

Zhao Xiyin sneered, "It's not too stingy."

"I really don't tell lies." After an afternoon, Zhou Qishen's voice was a little hoarse, and his voice was lowered, and he was particularly sexy. "I know I did something wrong again. I dare not say 'sorry' to you anymore. If I say too much, I think it's cheap. But Xi'er, I don't miss you that way. You have always been good. You do better than me. I don't want to worry about you. It's because I used the wrong way. Even if you don't like to listen, I still want to say it again. Wife, I'm sorry, I will change it in the future."

Zhao Xiyin felt sad and suddenly felt sad. She choked and said, "I'm wrong, I don't speak well when communicating and don't pay attention to the way. In fact, I regret it every time I quarrel with you."

Zhou Qishen smiled, "I regret not scolding me a few more?"

Zhao Xiyin has a strong nasal voice, "I regret that there are so many ways to communicate, why do I choose to quarrel?"

Zhou Qishen was also moved and hugged her tightly, "It's okay, I did something wrong. I should scold you and be beaten. Zhou Qishen deserves to die."

Zhao Xiyin was laughed at by him and gently hit his shoulder, "I'm not a shrew."

Zhou Qishen said leisurely, raised his eyebrows, his tone was inappropriate, "You are a beautiful wife."

Looking at each other, the eyes gradually became stronger.

Zhou Qi's deep breathing obviously changed speed, and his big hand wandered from her slender waist and was imaginative.

Zhao Xiyin almost instinctively refused, "Well... I don't want to be here."

Zhou Qishen had already pressed the person on the wide desk, and his index finger gently printed her lips, and his hoarse voice bewitched: "...you will want it."

It can be felt that Zhou Qishen was very devoted to the whole process, and the man seemed to feel comfortable. But Zhao Xiyin was really tortured. She was not happy anywhere on her body, and she kept humming and not cooperating. Zhou Qishen changed several positions, one more uncomfortable than the other.

He looked depressed, and even doubted himself, "Is it not very good technology?"

"..." Zhao Xiyin's eyes were red, she thought about it carefully, and said aggrievedly: "No, it's my problem."

Zhou Qishen endured it, "It's okay, I'll take a shower."

As soon as he was about to get up, Zhao Xiyin softly grabbed him, his face as red as his eyes, and he whispered. Zhou Qishen was stimulated and almost explained immediately.

At the end, he sat and the girl squatted.

What Zhou Qi thought deeply was that today is really more fun than the New Year.

——

On Saturday, Zhou Qishen was going to the bank to do business and got up early. As soon as he came out of the cloakroom, Zhao Xiyin also got up.

"Stay today, don't you sleep for a while?" He was wearing a tie, and his fingers flipped between the dark blue. His chin was slightly raised, which was particularly sexy.

Zhao Xiyin ran forward and gently bit his chin, "Boss Zhou, so handsome."

Zhou Qishen was so proud.

She stretched out her hand again, "Hurry up, the navy will make money."

Zhou Qishen pretended to be disappointed, "It should be handsome. I take care of my skin every day."

Zhao Xiyin laughed so hard that she rubbed her arms around.

Zhou Qishen asked: "Where are you going? Do you want me to send it?"

"I'll look for Li Ran and Xiao Shun." Zhao Xiyin said: "It's convenient to drive by yourself."

"Okay, be careful, call me if you have something to do."

The two went out, in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xiyin went to Dr. Ji Furong's clinic studio.
To be continued...