Your Most Faithful Companion

The air is silent, and there is a long silence.

Ji Mingshu was stunned, watching the group chat on the screen like Cen Sen, and even forgot to take back his mobile phone.

Fortunately, after thirty seconds, the phone entered the automatic lock screen state.

Cen Sen's gaze slowly moved from the screen of the phone to Ji Mingshu's exquisite and awkward face, and he looked at it very carefully, inch by inch, as if he wanted to study this bright and gorgeous face up close. What's the slightest relationship between college students.

Ji Mingshu: speechless:)

There was a silent standoff for a minute. When Ji Mingshu thought that he was going to die in a luxury car, the hotel finally arrived.

The moment the car stopped, Ji Mingshu couldn't even wait for the rider to come and help open the door, so he got out of the car quickly.

She lowered her head and hurriedly put on her sunglasses, walked quickly into the hotel, shaking her hands for a while, not forgetting to open WeChat to clear the group chat messages and honestly change the group name to "Three Little Fairies".

God testifies that she will never follow the online fashion to pick group names indiscriminately in the future, and will never make small moves in person to speak bad things about others :)

God will testify again that Ji's Shushu is a little canary who loves money from the heart.

It was just two or three seconds before her dignity surpassed the material, and the thought of "As long as I would never be ashamed in front of the dog man, I would leave the house" flashed through her mind.

In order to avoid and alleviate Cen Sen's extremely speechless embarrassment, Ji Mingshu did not return to the room, and went straight to the revolving restaurant for dinner.

Estimating the time, she quickly flashed to the SPA center before Cen Sen came to dine. After that, she asked for a hotel KTV mini bag and held a two-hour solo concert inside.

It took until Cen Sen fell asleep on weekdays before Ji Mingshu sneaked back to the suite upstairs.

Only the floor lamp was turned on in the room, and the light was slightly dim.

The pillows and quilts on the big bed visible in the bedroom are neatly laid out and flat.

Where's the Zen Sen, still not asleep?

She put on slippers at the door and quietly entered the study.

There is no one in the study.

She opened the door to the living room again.

The air in the living room seemed to smell a bit of vodka. Ji Mingshu walked forward following the smell of wine, and saw several empty wine bottles on the coffee table.

Cen Sen leaned on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

There was a strong alcohol on his body, but he was resting quietly, without any signs of drunkenness.

Ji Mingshu stepped forward, poked his face with a finger, and whispered, "Are you asleep?"

no response.

She stood up straight, sighing a little while she was slightly relieved.

In fact, people like them who work and socialize a lot have a bit of a physiological aversion to drinking, and if not necessary, they will not drink too much.

Like her uncles and uncles, they usually don't drink wine when they go home for dinner. They also drink at most during family dinners during the holidays.

Drinking so much wine today, he should be sad.

After standing by the sofa for a while, Ji Mingshu was kind-hearted, and lightly covered him with a blanket.

But when she was about to leave quietly, Cen Sen suddenly grabbed her wrist and slowly opened her eyes.

"..."

Ji Mingshu was stunned, and hurriedly explained after reacting, "I will cover you with a quilt, which means I do nothing."

She asked again: "Do you...do you want to go back to bed?"

Cen Sen didn't answer, and with a little effort, he dragged the person into his arms.

He held Ji Mingshu, buried him in her soft hair, breathing deeply and shallowly, and closed his eyes again.

Ji Mingshu didn't know which part he was singing, his body was tightly hugged, there was no room for struggle at all, and he could only keep talking in his ears.

"Hey, you let me go."

"Don't pretend to sleep, talk!"

"Are you okay? Don't drink so much if you can't drink. Say if you want to vomit, don't vomit on me."

"...Have enough? My hands are numb!"

"Don't make a noise, hold on for a while."

Cen Sen said in a low voice, with a little relief.

Ji Mingshu didn't know what kind of evil he was caught, so he closed his mouth obediently.

There was silence around, the two were close together, their breath rubbed against their ears, and their heartbeat seemed close at hand.

In the dead of night, I seem to like to remember the past.

I remember when I was in middle school, the middle school and high school of their affiliated high school were combined. She stayed in the same school with Cen Sen for four years.

She is not a model student in the typical sense. She has been criticized for violating school rules and disciplines. But in all fairness, her academic performance is pretty good, and she cannot be admitted to a prestigious school unless she comes later.

At that time, every time the mid-term exam was over, the school would put out the honor roll of the grade ranking. After reading her grade, she always likes to run to see Cen Sen and his grade.

But Cen Sen's grade ranking is basically as stable as his friend Jiang Che, who is always rounding the top and the second.

Once Cen Sen fell out of the top ten, she was so happy that she ran to Cen’s home after school to have a meal, and by the way, she told Mrs. Cen to tell Xiao Hei. The meaning between her words was "Cen Sen has stepped back so much this time." Maybe you are addicted to the Internet or secretly have a little girlfriend or grandma, you must teach him a lesson."

Her black complaint was particularly vigorous, and the old lady Cen followed her with a smile and said that she must be severely tortured to Cen Sen when she turned around.

As a result, when she ran in front of Cen Sen, she realized that he fell out of the top ten because he went to the youth environmental protection forum on behalf of the school and missed one of the exams. Her arrogance was immediately wiped out.

Looking back now, when she was studying, she always didn't seem to see Cen Sen well.

Later, he and Li Wenyin fell in love with that little Bailian. She didn't know why, so she was very upset.

After a long delay, she felt that this was a good thing, and that the scourge should be tied together like the two of them, packaged and thrown into the crematorium to become microbes and contribute to this wonderful world.

At that time, she never thought that one day she would marry her former "enemy", and she would still hold him so intimately now.

Thinking of this, Ji Mingshu reddened his ears unconsciously.

By coincidence, Cen Sen kissed her ear in the next second.

His breath was warm and wet with alcohol, and his voice was low, as if he was not sober.

"I ask you, if I have nothing, would you abandon me."

"...?"

This sudden hypocrisy caused Ji Mingshu to wake up from the memory quickly, and Tianlinggai was shocked.

This is not like Cen Sen’s style of painting. Even if he is drunk into a puddle of mud, Cen Sen should also whisper, "The probability of a rapid rise in A shares at the opening tomorrow" and "The **** project fund vacancy is for the person in charge to find a way. "Such capitalism" is the right content for those who say they are daily.

Ji Mingshu got goosebumps, but after another thought, he felt that Cen Sen might only be stubborn in front of her. In front of some women, he was actually a lot of gold, passionate and gentle. He was half drunk and half awake because he admitted his mistake. Is the talent suddenly embarrassed by the tyrant's style of painting?

She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, but in order to avoid hearing more words that made her want to divide the body while drunk, she emphasized, "Are you asking me? I'm Ji Mingshu, Ji Mingshu!"

"Well, Ji Mingshu, I just ask you."

"..."

I really asked her.

Ji Mingshu's heartbeat missed half a beat, and at the same time it was inexplicably soft by three points, and even his cheeks started to get hot.

She forcibly tensed, and said stiffly: "You, what do you dream of. Do you want me to suffer with you without anything? Look at your own mouth, if it's not because you have money who wants to marry you."

Seeing that Cen Sen didn’t respond, she continued to force herself in a low voice, creating momentum for herself, “I’m telling you, that’s my kindness. How can ordinary women bear this idleness? You really deserve to be single for a lifetime. You, you’re not good to me. "Buy me an aircraft carrier.

Cen Sen laughed lowly. He didn't know if he was too drunk to listen to it or what, and he didn't refute her, he just hugged her tighter.

Everyone in this world will compromise for reality.

When I was young, my parents said in private that they would not compromise thousands of times, but in the end they sent him away because they needed the money from the Cen family to treat An Ning;

The Cen family’s attitude towards keeping Cen Yang at first was also very tough, but in the end it was because of the Cen’s blood that flowed from him. His return was more meaningful than Cen Yang’s left, and he finally chose to send Cen Yang away;

Not to mention the Ji family, he knew that Ji Jia had a marriage idea privately. It was just that because of his involvement, the Ji family thought that the Cen family was more profitable, and this secretly judged the original choice for marriage. Marry Ji Mingshu to him.

What kind of family affection is the last resort, in the end, they all have a choice, but they always find some good-sounding reasons to justify themselves, never admit it.

In the past, he only felt that Ji Mingshu was superficial, and when he got along more, he felt that she lived more clearly than himself.

What she can say, she always says what she has.

What can't be said, for example, if the Ji family really loves her so much, she knows better than anyone, but she never tells her.

Think about it carefully, family affection has never been a thing, and maybe you will live more free and easy. If you have it and then lose it, no matter how young you are, it will always be difficult to settle.

If Ji Mingshu will abandon him if he has nothing, he only needs to have money forever, and he can tie a familiar canary to his company. Thinking about it this way, there is nothing wrong with it, at least she is alive and true Belongs to him.

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At two o'clock in the morning, the city was silent.

Cen Sen's hand slowly relaxed and gradually fell asleep.

Ji Mingshu carefully got out of his arms and laid him flat on the sofa.

After all this, Ji Mingshu was a little tired.

She sat down along the edge of the sofa and looked at Cen Sen's sleeping face again, with her fingers moving down the outline of his eyebrows gently.

His complexion is cold and white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, nose straight and thin lips, he is the kind of look that can't be forgotten just by looking at it.

When I was studying, there was the clarity of a young man, and when I grew up, there was the calmness and coldness of an adult man. It seemed that I would never get tired of it. Hmm... as long as he doesn't speak.

Ji Mingshu held his cheeks to reflect on his question, and for the first time discovered that he seemed to be eager for some unspoken warmth.

A strange thought suddenly popped into her mind.

If Cen Sen goes bankrupt one day, as long as he is obedient and obedient, with his face, she might probably... still be willing to sell a package to support him, right?