Chapter 707 - It’s Good to Be a Salted Fish
It’s Good to Be a Salted Fish
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Translator: Henyee Translations , Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Zhen felt that there was an indescribable breeze and sunny weather today. He didn’t say anything and lowered his head to look at the report in his hand. On the surface, he looked extremely focused, but in fact, Ye Zhen was thinking about the mistakes he had made when he reported just now.
In fact, when he was reporting to the President today, he “unintentionally- discovered the “marks” on his President.
Thinking of the ambiguous red marks spreading from the other party’s neck to his strong chest, Ye Zhen was not completely sure.
“a.s.sistant Ye? Which floor are you on? I’ll press the b.u.t.ton for you.” The person who was already waiting in front of the elevator spoke in a friendly manner. However, Ye Zhen was too immersed in his thoughts. Even after the other party asked for a long time, he didn’t reply.
“…a.s.sistant Ye?”
It was not until the third time she called out to Ye Zhen that the other party Slowly came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at the employee. Ye Zhen was a little annoyed. “The third floor. Thank you.”
“Alright.” The employee hurriedly nodded.
Although it looked like he was in a daze and was fine, in the eyes of the people observing the gossip, be it the President who was in a very good mood today or the a.s.sistant who was in a daze from time to time, they clearly had a story. Little did they know that Ye Zhen was vexed about his mistake in reporting and Huo Yichen would put down his work from time to time and send a message to his wife.
[Qiaoqiao, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?]
Similar messages were sent every few minutes. It was more of a daily chat but it could be seen that the man was in a good mood.
The fountain pen turned in Huo Yichen’s hand, and then he penned a signature very rhythmically and smoothly.
Huo Yichen was signing the contract, but his mind was still on Murong Qiao. He planned to skip work to buy the other party’s favorite pastries when the lunch break arrived.
After all… he could still tell the difference between one full meal and a full meal everyday.
At this thought, Huo Yichen sent a message to Ye Zhen and asked him to prepare the car for him to go out later.
Perhaps it was because it sensed that Huo Yichen was in a good mood today but the weather today was also gentle and cool. One couldn’t help but feel that it was a good day to shop.
The color of the sky had reached a true blue color. Then, it mixed with the few clouds floating around and separated. If one was lucky, they could occasionally see the polar line brought about by the jet’s exhaust.
Seeing that the sun was shining brightly outside, An Nuo pressed down her sun hat and couldn’t help but take a photo and call Murong Qiao.
The call was picked up very quickly, but An Nuo vaguely heard a painful sound. “…Qiaoqiao?” She swallowed what she wanted to say and focused on the person on the other end of the cell phone with confusion.
Murong Qiao took a deep breath. “I’m fine. An Nuo, go ahead.”
If she had to say it herself that her entire body was so sore that it was a little torturous to even hold her cell phone, that would be too social.
Perhaps she felt that this effect was a little exaggerated, but if it was like a piece of paper that had been repeatedly rubbed and left behind countless dense lines, and the toughness of the paper had been stretched to the extreme- “I’m fine. It’s just that the production team is wrapping up today. Are you free to come out and shop?” An Nuo mentioned what she wanted to say just now. After saying that, her tone couldn’t help but sound a little disappointed. “We haven’t played together in a long time…”
It was not anyone’s fault. Murong Qiao was busy with the company every day After An Nuo’s career rose step by step, the scripts, variety shows, and other resources on hand had never stopped.
Coupled with the fact that the two of them were no longer paying attention to each other, there was no chance for them to meet.
“Today might be difficult.” Murong Qiao slowly sat up from the bed.
Just this action alone made her not want to move anymore.
It was good to be a salted fish under the blanket.
Such thoughts appeared in Murong Qiao’s heart.
There was suddenly a sound at the door. It seemed that Huo Yichen had returned. Murong Qiao simply told An Nuo first before ending the call and getting up to welcome him home.
There were only the two of them who had the keys to the apartment At this moment, Huo Yichen was standing at the door with the snacks he had bought. He took off his coat and changed his shoes.
“Why are you back so early today?” Murong Qiao popped her head out from the side of the corridor.
Huo Yichen waved the beautifully wrapped bag in his hand. “I brought your favorite snacks.”
He was about to say something when he saw Murong Qiao walk over in the next second. Her feet were bare as she stepped on the floor. He even felt that the redness was caused by the cold.
“You’ll catch a cold if you go barefoot, Qiaoqiao.” He squatted down helplessly and took out a pair of furry slippers for Murong Qiao to change into.
It was very difficult not to think that she could escape the punishment of catching a cold after the cold night wind by the river last night.
Murong Qiao didn’t forget to explain as she cooperated and put on her shoes.
There’s clearly an air conditioner in the house.”
“I’ll be staying at home in the afternoon. Is there anything you want to eat?” Huo Yichen placed the things he had bought on the table in the living room “I can go out to buy ingredients later. I even asked Third Brother for advice on a few of your favorite recipes some time ago.”
“You didn’t address him so familiarly in the past.” Murong Qiao noticed the change in his way of addressing her brother and raised her eyebrows.
Huo Yichen nodded calmly. “I called him that during the cooking exchange. He didn’t think much of it.”
At this point, the relationship between Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao was pretty much understood by the Big Brothers. In regards to this, the Big Brothers still accepted Huo Yichen well.
Especially when Huo Yichen asked Murong Chuan about his culinary skills. The other party was willing to study diligently and was even talented. Even if the factors related to his Little Sister were excluded, Murong Chuan still liked such a talented and intelligent student.
While the two of them were talking, Murong Qiao also helped Huo Yichen share some of the work on hand.
The two of them had never really been neighbors to begin with and he usually lived with Murong Qiao. Huo Yichen rarely returned to his house. Now that he had tom through the curtains, Huo Yichen came over even more brazenly.
He even efficiently got someone to install a door between his and Murong Qiao’s residence. This way, it would not be as troublesome as having to go back and forth from the front door in the future.
After Murong Qiao found out that Huo Yichen wouldn’t be returning to the company in the afternoon, she ordered a few dishes that he liked very much. Hence, she agreed to go out to shop with Huo Yichen later.
But the mark on her neck…
Murong Qiao looked at the red mark on her neck in the mirror. In the end, she concluded that she could only wear high-collared clothes today. She couldn’t help but glare at the culprit beside her.
Last night was probably too crazy, so much so that Murong Qiao couldn’t take out a single piece of intact skin from his entire body. Even at an angle that she couldn’t see, the marks on the back of her neck that were covered by her hair were still shocking.
But that was not for her to see.
Huo Yichen walked behind Murong Qiao calmly and helped him comb her hair. Then, he tied a half-high ponytail and let a portion of her hair fall on her shoulders. Then, he pretended to “accidentally” reveal some traces of the back of her neck.
His secretive and domineering possessiveness occupied such a private corner a warning specially reserved for those who coveted it.
He didn’t mind his precious treasure shining, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to s.n.a.t.c.h this treasure that belonged to him..