Looking along the sound, Jiang Zhimiao met Shen Zhuowen's calm gaze. His gaze fell on her face, and he immediately moved away to look at Jiang Yunyun who was standing to one side.

Jiang Yunyun's face was a little stiff. She didn't expect Shen Zhuowen to come, and she immediately clenched her hands hanging by her sides.

Shen Zhuowen didn't seem to notice Jiang Yunyun's ugly face. He said warmly , " Aunt Jiang, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but some documents have just arrived urgently, and Secretary Jiang needs to go back to the company."

Just as Jiang Yunyun was about to nod, Huang Juan spoke loudly , " No, who are you to protect her like this?"

Huang Juan didn't know Jiang Zhimiao's identity, but Jiang Yunyun did.

Although she also wondered why Shen Zhuowen would come to hire people in person for overtime work.

However, when Shen Zhuowen looked at him——

She didn't dare to ask anything.

Shen Zhuowen had a faint smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

Jiang Yunyun stiffly turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhimiao, hoping that she would decline politely.

Shen Zhuowen said again , " Come here."

His tone was full of condescending orders, and he didn't take Huang Juan and Jiang Yunyun seriously at all.

Jiang Zhimiao was seen walking towards Shen Zhuowen step by step with his head lowered.

Jiang Yunyun was a little frightened. Looking at Jiang Zhimiao's slender back, she vaguely felt that something was getting out of her control, so she said without thinking , " Zhizhi."

Jiang Zhimiao did not look back.

Shen Zhuowen's dark eyes looked over for a moment.

Jiang Yunyun felt a chill on her back. She held Huang Juan's hand tightly and forced a smile , " Come back soon."

Jiang Zhimiao said nothing.

When she and Shen Zhuowen walked out of the house, they didn't even look back.

This change in attitude made Jiang Yunyun secretly feel even worse.

This emotion reached its peak when she saw Huang Juan trying to break away from her hand and muttering impatiently. She suppressed her anger and had a cold look on her face.

"I've already told you not to come to me. I'll give you the money. Did you hear me?" Jiang Yunyun said , " Don't think I don't know why you came here like you were fleeing. It's because your son owes money again."

Huang Juan hated it most when people mentioned her son, and she shouted angrily , " Jiang Yunyun, what's your attitude!"

Jiang Yunyun raised her eyes and asked coldly , " What is my attitude?"

Seeing Jiang Yunyun like this, Huang Juan's eyes flashed with panic. She said fiercely , " If you continue like this, I will call the police. Your secrets--"

"Go ahead." Jiang Yunyun interrupted her, "Try and see if Jiang Zhimiao will still give you money if you go."

The conclusion is of course not.

It is precisely because she doesn't know how to do it that she has been asking Jiang Yunyun for money for so many years.

Who let Jiang Yunyun raise a master who can make money?

Huang Juan's face suddenly darkened, but because of this, she also calmed down a lot.

Later, I realized that if Jiang Zhimiao didn't coax her well this time, and if she didn't give Jiang Yunyun money, she would have no money herself. How would she pay off her son's gambling debt?

She panicked for a moment, "Sister Yun ... "

Jiang Yunyun looked at the door with her fierce eyes. She took a deep breath and said, "It's okay. I don't believe she won't come back."

This is still Jiang Zhimiao's home, and she doesn't believe she won't come back.

As long as the person comes back, she will be able to coax her.

...

Jiang Zhimiao and Shen Zhuowen walked down the unit building to the entrance of the alley.

She was half a step behind Shen Zhuowen, raised her eyes, and the man's tall and stern back came into view.

Jiang Zhimiao's steps stopped as he pursed his lips into a thin line.

Perhaps because there was no sound behind him, Shen Zhuowen turned his head slightly. Through the dim and mottled lights of the street, he looked at her long eyelashes that trembled several times, and then stopped at her reddish cheeks.

Shen Zhuowen asked , " Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhimiao nodded, then shook his head.

No matter how hard Jiang Yunyun tried, his strength was only so strong. That slap made his face hurt, not his heart.

It was as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, squeezing it tightly.

It makes people breathless and heartbreaking.

Shen Zhuowen walked up to her, he lowered his head lightly and said in a very light voice , " Not all relatives are worthy of your honest protection."

These words seemed to be talking about Jiang Zhimiao, and they also seemed to be talking about himself.

Jiang Zhimiao raised her eyes and looked into the eyes of the man in front of her with her clean and clear eyes. She moved her lips for a moment and then said , " But she is my relative after all."

There are many families like the Shen family in the upper-class wealthy circles. She has also heard many stories about brothers fighting each other and sisters killing each other because of family wealth.

But, in the final analysis, their family is fundamentally different from these families.

The Jiang family is an ordinary family, and they don't have so much money to fight for.

In a sense, Jiang Yunyun saved her.

It was precisely because of this that she was so sad.

Shen Zhuowen sneered , " Then did she ever treat you as family?"

Jiang Zhimiao's lip lines suddenly tightened, and she said nothing.

The shadow under the street lamp looked tall and slender, but also lonely and sad.

Shen Zhuowen did not mention this topic again, and only said , " Do you want to go back?"

Jiang Zhimiao paused and said nothing, but her behavior expressed her wishes, and she held Shen Zhuowen's hand.

Her soft fingertips dug into the rough and hot palm, and she slowly tightened her grip.

Shen Zhuowen glanced sideways at her.

Jiang Zhimiao raised her face, looked at him, and said softly , " Please, Mr. Shen, please stay with me for a few more nights."

She used the word 'many'.

Shen Zhuowen raised his eyebrows, but did not reveal her little thoughts.

Shen Zhuowen took Jiang Zhimiao home.

Put on your slippers and turn on the light in the entrance hall.

Jiang Zhimiao instinctively glanced at the sofa in the living room. It was clean and tidy as usual.

Then, she withdrew her gaze and followed Shen Zhuowen.

She came to Shen Zhuowen's master bedroom many times.

It was just the first time she consciously realized that she wanted to live here. She looked at it carefully and calmly, and found that there was no change from the first time. It was still an extremely cold minimalist style.

If there is any difference between them——

The succulents she left here last time were left untouched, as were some minor layout changes, softening the coldness in the room.

Jiang Zhimiao lowered his eyes.

Shen Zhuowen's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Come here and get my tie."

As early as when Jiang Zhimiao came to take care of Shen Zhuowen, she had always chosen his tie, and now it is no exception.

She took two steps forward and replaced Shen Zhuowen's tie.

Inadvertently, her green-white fingertips touched the hot skin under his collar.

Jiang Zhimiao paused and looked up.

The lines of the man's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark and deep gaze was cast on her hair. As long as she lowered her hands slightly, she could feel the huge energy of the body in front of her, just like countless days and nights.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she pursed her lips and lowered her eyes hastily.

Shen Zhuowen's low and hoarse voice penetrated into his ears, as if it was all-encompassing, "You want it."

It struck Jiang Zhimiao's mind bluntly and harshly.

Jiang Zhimiao's twenty-four years of following the rules were broken by Shen Zhuowen, and her countless thresholds were also broken by him. He knew her body well enough and understood her well enough.

She had to admit that she was indeed addicted to his body and wanted to vent something.

However, even so, Jiang Zhimiao still did not lose her reason. She put her hand on his chest.

"Go take a shower first."

His big palm grasped her wrist tightly, and he lowered his head, "Would you like to wash it together, Secretary Jiang?"

As soon as this title came out, Jiang Zhimiao's goosebumps suddenly appeared.