When Jiang Zhimiao took his temperature and came out, he almost didn't dare to look at the workstation next to him.

She had never told Song Rou about Shen Zhuowen.

Song Rou didn't know either.

Therefore, she was very worried that Song Rou would break up with her because of this incident. The best result might be that the two parted ways and just became ordinary colleagues.

But raising her eyes, Jiang Zhimiao looked at the screen, and Song Rou's words of tiger and wolf instantly made her cough.

——Sister Niu, Mr. Shen has taken care of everything. Please tell me what happened in your bed. Do you want to sleep comfortably?

Jiang Zhimiao , "... "

She turned her gaze slightly and looked at Song Rou.

Song Rou raised her lips and looked at her with a wink, her eyes full of excitement and gossip.

It seemed that she was overthinking it, but Jiang Zhimiao thought it truthfully.

Some questions couldn't be answered, so Jiang Zhimiao didn't answer Song Rou too much. She only talked about the reasons why she and Shen Zhuowen were together. Objectively speaking, Shen Zhuowen was with her in order to stimulate Fu Shaoyu.

This made Song Rou yell at Shen Zhuowen for being a scumbag, and Jiang Zhimiao was frightened.

Especially when Song Rou not only scolded him, she also taught Jiang Zhimiao to sleep with Shen Zhuowen like a duck.

The duck with eight-pack abs, give back the money and the job.

As long as you don't feel emotional, wouldn't it be great?

Jiang Zhimiao felt that what Song Rou said actually made sense. She originally thought so, but working for a whole day was still a bit too much for a sick person like her, so she declined Song Rou's kindness to have dinner in the afternoon. She finished cleaning up Things went home.

She took a taxi back to Yayuan after get off work.

Opening the door, Jiang Zhimiao looked at the unchanged room and knew that he had not come back.

Jiang Zhimiao lowered his head and asked Shen Zhuowen if he would come back for dinner.

After she sent this message, she went to the kitchen to make her own dinner. It was very simple, a small stir-fried meat and a soup.

After it was served on the table, Jiang Zhimiao went to see the news about Shen Zhuowen.

Just as she expected.

Shen Zhuowen's reply was that he would not come back, saying that the company still had something to do and it might take a while, so there was no need to wait for him.

Jiang Zhimiao lowered his eyes slightly, cleared away the dishes, sat on the sofa, hugged the pillow, and turned on the TV.

The TV series is a costumed conspiracy drama that is currently on the air.

Jiang Zhimiao quite liked watching it, but after watching two episodes, she felt a little sleepy. She leaned her head on the sofa and lowered her eyes slightly.

Suddenly, a man's figure opened the door and took off his shoes.

Turning his head, he noticed the sleepy woman sitting on the sofa. He walked over slowly and gently touched the woman's cheek with his lowered hand.

The woman murmured like a cat, she pressed against the back of Shen Zhuowen's hand and rubbed it gently.

The soft cheek pressed against the back of his hand, silently scalding his heart.

Shen Zhuowen knelt down and looked at Jiang Zhimiao in front of him. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting mottled shadows under his eyes.

The thin lips kissed the plump lips.

The softness and affection contained traces of pity, but it also awakened Jiang Zhimiao.

Jiang Zhimiao opened her eyes and looked over, seeing the face of the handsome man approaching. She was slightly startled and muttered , " Mr. Shen?"

Shen Zhuowen said , " Well, didn't you say you don't have to wait for me?"

Jiang Zhimiao knew that he had misunderstood.

She sat up with her limp body, raised her head, and looked at Shen Zhuowen who was standing up. She pursed her lips slightly and said , " I was watching TV. I was so sleepy that I fell asleep unconsciously."

The TV has now jumped to the next country romance.

She glanced at it twice, coughed unconsciously, picked up the remote control on the side, and turned off the TV.

Shen Zhuowen stretched out his arm and said, "Go to bed and sleep."

Jiang Zhimiao hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and placed it on Shen Zhuowen's palm.

Shen Zhuowen exerted a slight force, and Jiang Zhimiao was pulled to stand up. The two were very close to each other at the moment, and the smell of hospital disinfectant filled the tip of his nose.

Jiang Zhimiao seemed to ask casually , " Did you not drink at the party today?"

Shen Zhuowen paused and said, "Yes, Assistant Tang drank a lot today, but I didn't drink much."

Jiang Zhimiao's eyes were lowered. She followed Shen Zhuowen step by step and said softly , " Then do you want to take a bath?"

Shen Zhuowen , " You dislike me."

Everyone is an adult and can tell whether something smells like wine or alcohol.

Shen Zhuowen pretended to be dumbfounded, but in fact he just didn't want her to pursue the matter.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand, clasped Shen Zhuowen's finger slightly, and said , " I don't like the smell of alcohol, so you go take a shower first."

Shen Zhuowen stared deeply at Guo Jiang Zhimiao, put on his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of water flowing, Jiang Zhimiao sat by the bed for a while, took out Shen Zhuowen's pajamas and pajamas and put them on the bedside for easy access.

Then, she turned on her phone and read the WeChat messages.

No important news.

Then, she switched to the circle of friends and scrolled down to see Jiang Renqi's photo.

Jiang Renqi's photo was very subtle, only showing a pair of men's hands. Judging from the movements, they should be peeling apples, which is very considerate.

You can tell by his hands that this person is Shen Zhuowen.

Jiang Renqi was provoking her.

Under Jiang Renqi's comments, many people have already swiped 99. Jiang Zhimiao had added many people in the circle through Fu Shaoyu before, so she had some common friends.

After a quick glance, she was about to turn off the screen when she suddenly felt wet vapor behind her.

Jiang Zhimiao raised his head and looked at the man standing behind him.

The man's water drops haven't been wiped dry yet, dripping down the tips of his wet hair.

He looked at her with his long and sharp eyes, then looked at the screen of her mobile phone and asked casually , " What are you looking at?"

Jiang Zhimiao handed the phone to Shen Zhuowen, "Ms. Jiang sent the photo."

She's not stupid.

When someone provokes someone right at her doorstep, she still refuses to use his strength to fight against him.

Shen Zhuowen frowned slightly, took the phone and glanced at it. He handed the phone back to Jiang Zhimiao, "I will ask her to delete it later."

Jiang Zhimiao hummed in a low voice, put away her mobile phone, and half-kneeled on the bed. She took Shen Zhuowen's towel.

"Let me help you dry your hair. It's all wet. Why don't you blow it dry?"

Shen Zhuowen said lazily , " Waiting for you to blow dry my hair."

Jiang Zhimiao pretended to be coquettish , " Who am I and why do I help you dry your hair?"

"Girlfriend." Shen Zhuowen looked at her sideways, "Are you jealous?"

Jiang Zhimiao shook her head and nodded again, making her attitude unclear, "I'm not jealous, but I'm a little uncomfortable."

Aren’t these two rhetorics the same?

Shen Zhuowen felt a little sorry for Jiang Zhimiao in his heart, and he was a little soft-hearted. He stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Zhimiao's face.

Jiang Zhimiao was as nimble as a cat and dodged directly. She walked around him and got out of bed to get the hair dryer.

After blow-drying her hair, she inserted her slender fingertips into the man's shorter hair. The man leaned back slightly, his body weight resting on her body. The woman naturally lowered her head, rested her chin on his shoulder, and put her arms through her armpits. Wrap him around.

She whispered softly , " I'm not jealous. Your attitude makes me feel safe, but her behavior makes her a little uncomfortable. These are two different things."

Turning his head, Jiang Zhimiao's hair brushed against the man's neck.

Shen Zhuowen took a deep breath.

Jiang Zhimiao breathed softly into his ear, deliberately teasing , " But she doesn't understand you as well as I do."

The next moment, their positions were reversed.

Shen Zhuowen pressed Jiang Zhimiao under him. He held her arm, lifted it up, trapped it above her head, and squeezed one knee between her knees.

Even the most basic escape is impossible.

Slowly leaning down, he looked at her, "How well do you know me?"

Jiang Zhimiao's eyes drifted down for a second, then she looked up at him, smiling.