Inferior pampering

Chapter 122

　I was busy until the evening of the fourth day, and the plans for the next few years began to take shape.

　　When He Zhuo came out of the meeting room, he was already exhausted. He looked up and saw the red fire cloud outside the window, spreading towards him from the end of the sky. Its scrawled shape looked like a rolling kitten.

　　His heart was sour, and he stood silently for two seconds.

　　Suddenly, I don't want to do any trivial things anymore, I just want to go back and watch a video with Ji Tingyu, and then listen to the cat's meowing and have a good sleep.

　　When I went downstairs, I was suddenly stopped by my assistant.

　　"Mr. He, there are visitors."

　　He Zhuo paused, pulled out the tie that was half pulled out and wrapped it around the back of his hand, tilted his head and looked at the female assistant wearing high heels: "Chenguang Technology? Or Ruixin?"

　　The assistant smiled secretively: "Neither of them."

　　"Then let them come back tomorrow, and I will rush to make a video with my lover."

　　"I think it's better for you to meet, this visitor is very important." Without waiting for his answer, he bowed and handed his hand to guide him.

　　He Zhuo's upbringing in his bones is not to embarrass the girl, thinking that she is in trouble and it is not easy to speak, so he nodded to signal her to lead the way.

　　As a result, things got worse and worse.

　　This is not the direction to the reception room at all, he got off the elevator and went straight to the corridor on the right, seeing the last room in front of him, He Zhuo frowned slightly.

　　"You brought the guest into my office? And left him alone?"

　　It was an outrageous thing to do, and he had a sullen look on his face.

　　But the next second the assistant pushed open the door, and a long-lost scene came straight into my eyes.

　　I saw a kitten sitting quietly on the carpet next to the beige sofa in the office, wearing a clean white shirt with the hem tucked into the blue jeans. seam.

　　He was barefoot, in a daze, holding a drawing board in his hand. The warm orange long hair was not bundled up, and it was hanging casually around his face, and the bright light and shadow outside the window hit his beautiful wrist with a rustling pen without hesitation.

　　So beautiful it takes your breath away.

　　"Xiaoyu..."

　　He Zhuo's eyes turned red suddenly, his voice was hoarse and difficult.

　　Ji Tingyu turned around, tilted his head and smiled at him: "Busy man, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

　　"Why did you come here suddenly..."

　　He Zhuo took a deep breath, strode over to pick up the cat, and pressed the full waist into his arms, with such strength that his arm muscles bulged the suit.

　　"Hiss, take it easy..."

　　Ji Tingyu was so strangled that he stretched out his hand to pat his shoulder.

　　But He Zhuo didn't let go of what he said, and lowered his head to find his mouth. He was so frightened that he quickly gestured "OK" to his assistant.

　　The girl retired and quietly helped them close the door.

　　"What time do you get off the plane, let me know and I will pick you up."