I’m 8 Million Poor

Ji Chen looked at Jiang Baiwan expressionlessly, and the heart that was still throbbing just now disappeared with Jiang Baiwan's father. The deer that hit his chest might have also bumped his neck. At this moment, Ji Chen only felt extremely peaceful in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

But Jiang Baiwan didn't stop there. She grabbed Ji Chen by the collar, like a shameless child, and kept calling dad: "Dad! Why did you come here? Did you wear it too?"

Ji Chen heard another word he hadn't heard. He gently held Jiang Baiwan's hand, and after thinking for a moment, he still coaxed: "What is it wearing? What is it wearing?"

Jiang Baiwan laughed silly: "Yes, Dad, you don't know what to wear, just wear..."

Seeing that Jiang Baiwan was about to say something, suddenly she closed her mouth again, closed her eyes, and pounced forward inexplicably, just in time for Ji Chen's arms. Ji Chen was taken aback, he quickly held Jiang Baiwan's shoulders and lifted her forward-only to see Jiang Baiwan's eyes closed, his face flushed, and he fell asleep.

"Asleep at this time, are you really hiding from me on purpose?" Ji Chen muttered to himself, but Jiang Baiwan couldn't answer him now. The little girl slept soundly, and even woke up comfortably. Little snore.

Ji Chen thought for a while, stretched out his hand and hugged Jiang Baiwan. Jiang Baiwan, who fell asleep, was cleverly nestled in Ji Chen's arms and shrunk into a ball. It seemed that the usual image of teeth and claws formed a sharp contrast.

Ji Chen hugged her into the bedroom, and put Jiang Baiwan on the bed. After pulling the quilt on one side to cover her, Ji Chen stretched out his hand and gently touched Jiang Baiyu's forehead: "Good night."

Jiang Baiwan turned over in a daze, muttering in his mouth, and he didn't know if he heard Ji Chen's voice.

When Ji Chen went downstairs, he saw Assistant Xu driving downstairs. Ji Chen got in the car, his tone was still light: "Let's go."

Assistant Xu started the car, without saying a word, he was already curiously about to explode in his heart-how is the progress of Ji Zong and Miss Jiang today?

As a result, after waiting to drive to Ji's house, Ji Chen didn't say a word. Assistant Xu glanced at Ji Chen in the rearview mirror with a little disappointment, only to see President Ji sitting there, rubbing his fingers thoughtfully.

"... President Ji?" Assistant Xu tentatively called, "It's already here."

Ji Chen then came back to his senses: "Okay, thanks for your hard work."

He raised his eyes to see, just to hit Assistant Xu's inquiry gaze. Ji Chen was slightly startled: "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Ji," Assistant Xu held back for a long time, "How is dinner today?"

Ji Chen pursed his lips, holding Assistant Xu's implicit look of expectation, got out of the car without saying a word: "Okay, you can go back."

Assistant Xu:...

Back at home, the living room was brightly lit. Ji Hongfa and Ji Ying sat side by side on the sofa. Seeing Ji Chen came back, the two of them looked at him instantly, even the expectations in their eyes were exactly the same.

Ji Chen: "What are you doing?"

"Ah, your sister told me, you..." Ji Hongfa deliberately wanted to put on the airs of his father, but he choked when he was speaking, as if searching for the right words in his mind, "Did you have...something? "

Ji Ying is quite straightforward: "How about dinner today?"

Ji Chen glanced at these two bored people, and twitched his mouth: "It's delicious."

After speaking, he went straight upstairs, leaving Ji Hongfa and Ji Ying downstairs, with big eyes and small eyes.

After Ji Chen returned to his room, he did not turn on the lights. He fell heavily onto the bed, his face buried in the quilt. The surrounding area became quiet, but the kiss on the cheek became clearer and clearer. The feeling of dampness and the memory that his heart almost stopped beating at that time made Ji Chen's breathing somewhat unstable.

Does he really not like Jiang Baiwan?

At this moment, Ji Chen suddenly couldn't give himself an affirmative answer.

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The next day, when Jiang Baiwan woke up..., he only felt that his temples were swelling. She clutched her head and groaned, then opened her eyes blankly.

who am I? Where am i?

Jiang Baiwan sat on the bed for a minute before he realized that he was at home.

Hey? How did I get back yesterday?

Jiang Baiwan got off the bed in a daze, and walked to the living room with his hair like a bird's nest. After she finished washing, the chaotic brain finally woke up-yesterday, it seemed that Ji Chen sent her back?

Ji Chen sent her back? !

Jiang Baiwan froze, and a lot of scenes of his drunkenness appeared in his mind, especially the appearance of forcing Ji Chen to ride a battery car, which made people simply not want to remember.

"Drinking and drinking!" Jiang Baiwan sat on the chair, grabbing his hair in annoyance, and looking up inadvertently, only to find a piece of paper on the table with something written on it.

Jiang Baiwan took the note in front of him, and saw it read: I put the key at the door for you, and I cooked the porridge in the pot, and drink a bowl when you wake up.

The silver hook and iron painting on the note looked vigorous and unrestrained, which did not match Ji Chen's usual cold appearance.

Wait, Ji Chen also cooked porridge?

Jiang Baiwan put down the note with emotion-thinking that Ji Chen is a young master who doesn't work hard, but he didn't expect Ji Chen to cook porridge! Wait, he won't cook the porridge anymore, right?

She hurried into the kitchen and saw the rice pot in the house on the countertop by the sink, which looked very conspicuous. Jiang Baiwan hurriedly stepped forward and opened the lid of the pot. The smile that was still on his face just now suddenly became subtle after seeing the contents of the pot.

The porridge in the rice pot was indeed still there, and Ji Chen didn't boil the porridge, but after a night of low temperature, the porridge in the pot had already condensed into a whole piece, which looked rather strange in shape.

Jiang Baiwan couldn't laugh or cry. He only felt that the headache caused by the hangover was alleviated by the porridge in front of him.

Ji Chen was in the office when suddenly the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that Jiang Baiwan sent him a picture on WeChat—"President, all your porridge is frozen."

Ji Chen looked at the terrible porridge in the pot, and after thinking about it seriously, he quickly replied: If you turn the microwave around, you should still be able to eat it.

Jiang Baiwan intended to make a joke with Ji Chen, but he did not expect that he would give advice very seriously. Jiang Baiwan smiled helplessly. After adding some water, Yiyan put the porridge in the microwave.

The president's kindness, let's not waste it.

Just as Jiang Baiwan heated the porridge and sat down to have breakfast, the door of the room was knocked. She opened the door with some doubts, but was surprised to find that it was Ji Chen who was standing at her door. Ji Chen also carried a bag in his hand, which looked swollen and didn't know what was in it.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Baiwan was confused, "Aren't you at work?"

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Ji Chen replied unexpectedly. He walked to the dining table and put the bag in his hand on the table. Jiang Baiwan watched him take out all the contents in the bag-all kinds of dim sum, and two bowls of porridge.

Jiang Baiyu's heart moved, she looked at Ji Chen in a daze, for a moment she didn't know what to say.

"Let's eat," Ji Chen sat down at the table, as if he was just doing a very ordinary thing, "It's still hot."

"No!" To Ji Chen's expectation, Jiang Baiwan refused. She ran into the kitchen, then took out the hot pot of porridge and placed it in front of Ji Chen: "I will eat this."

Ji Chen looked at the pot of porridge with some surprise: "It's been a night."

"But you made this for me by yourself," Jiang Baiwan immediately interrupted him, "I eat this, I think this is delicious."

Ji Chen's ears became red unknowingly, and he was about to climb his cheeks. In order to hide himself, he had to turn his head: "It's up to you."

Jiang Baiwan didn't care about Ji Chen's tone, she smiled and filled herself with a bowl of porridge and sat opposite Ji Chen.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the young men and women in the house sat around the table and quietly ate their own breakfast. Jiang Baiwan was a bit hungry. She looked elegant, but she was fast and inexplicably fragrant, which could arouse the appetite of others.

Originally, Ji Chen had already eaten breakfast, but now he was only with Jiang Baiwan, but looking at her appearance, Ji Chen also vaguely felt that he was hungry again.

There was no speech between the two, and the speed of eating was not slow. The breakfast Ji Chen brought was soon resolved. Jiang Baiwan put down the bowl in his hand, leaned back in the chair and exhaled comfortably, pointing towards Ji. Chen smiled and said, "Thank you, sent me home yesterday to take care of me, and made me porridge. Speaking of which I didn't go crazy last night, did I?"

Ji Chen thoughtfully: "Don't you remember what you did yesterday?"

Jiang Baiwan suddenly became vigilant: "Am I really crazy about drinking? Did I do anything to you? Or did I disturb the people last night?"

"I only have bits and pieces of memory, but to be more specific, I really have no impression," Jiang Baiwan chose to confess and be lenient, "I didn't do anything excessive to you, right?"

Ji Chen nodded, his expression could not be angered, and his tone was very calm: "No, after you got drunk last night, you just called me Dad, nothing else."

Jiang Baiwan:? ? ?