Dear Commander-in-Chief

now.

The president, who has no fun with his mobile phone, doesn't look very good in the conference room.

He sent such an interesting picture, but the stupid woman didn't reply to him for a long time?

It's rude to come and go without reciprocating. This woman is too rude!

He waited for a long time, but there was still no movement from Yun Qiao.

"Meeting adjourned!" he announced slightly irritably.

The subordinates bowed to him respectfully and left.

Uncle Zhang saw that it was already early in the morning, and the President was unshakable every day, getting up very early, doing morning exercises, processing official documents, and having meetings so late today, there was not much time left to sleep.

He quickly persuaded in a gentle voice: "Mr. President, the secretary has already laid out the mattress in your lounge for you. Why don't you take a rest first?"

However, Gong Sheng silently looked at the picture of a little woman on WeChat, which showed no movement at all. After a while, he suddenly ordered: "Prepare the car, go home and sleep!"

"ah?"

Zhang Bo was shocked.

It's so late, and the President only has less than three hours of rest time left. If he still bothers to go home, he will waste nearly an hour going back and forth, and then he only has two hours of sleep. How can this be enough?

He wanted to persuade her again, but when she saw the determined look in Gong Sheng's eyes, he knew that he couldn't persuade her any more, so he had no choice but to stop and drive quickly.

When Gong Sheng returned to the villa, he opened Yun Qiao's door before he had time to change clothes.

The lights in her room had been turned off, leaving only a night light hanging on the bedside like a small lantern.

Turns out you're already asleep, stupid woman, no wonder you didn't reply to my message.

Gong Sheng's tense expression finally cleared the clouds and softened.

He walked in gently, stood at the head of Yun Qiao's bed, and tucked her into bed.

Under the illumination of the night light, the woman's sweet sleeping face looks gentler and more like a child than during the day.

One little hand was still holding the quilt tightly, looking a little insecure.

Gong Sheng sighed slightly, gently opened her little hands and put them under the quilt.

I still wanted to touch her face, but I was afraid of disturbing her.

After standing beside Yun Qiao's bed for a while, Gong Sheng planned to leave.

Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead.

There was really nothing he could do. He originally came back with a lot of resentment, but when he saw this woman sleeping carelessly, he couldn't stay angry anymore.

Gong Sheng slept for less than two hours at home, then got up, took a combat shower, and continued driving back to the Presidential Palace.

Yun Qiao slept long enough this time.

The sun was already high in the sky, and she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

When I wash my face, I feel miserable.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Yun Qiao screamed and rushed back to the bedroom, rushed to the wardrobe mirror, and stared at the mirror for several seconds.

Then, he screamed and returned to the bathroom, staring at the bathroom mirror carefully: "It's not the mirror's problem, it's my eyes' problem! Why have my eyes changed like this?!"

The jasper bracelet reminded weakly: "Princess, you didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning last night. You didn't sleep for a few hours in total. Ahem, cough, cough. This should be the sequelae of staying up late."

Yun Qiao's big, beautiful eyes were now swollen, with a faint dark blue under them, and the eyeballs were also red and bloodshot.

How miserable!

At first she thought it was the mirror that made her ugly.

Yun Qiao glanced at the phone sadly: "Sure enough, being addicted to mobile phones will lead to the same fate as being addicted to a handsome young man. It can drain people dry..."

Jasper bracelet: "..."

Hey, hey, you sound like you've really played the role of a brat! If the Prince Consort hears it, he will misunderstand me.