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Weibo became lively because of a few photos of her back.

Song Qingyou didn’t have the time to care about this.

She instructed Jiang Zhihan to drive to the apartment where she lived alone. When they entered the apartment together, they realized that Jiang Zhihan was drenched.

The thin shirt stuck tightly to his back, revealing a large part of his skin.

Song Qingyou pursed her lips uncomfortably.

“Hurry up and take off your clothes. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold with wet clothes?”

“You too.” Jiang Zhihan covered his lips with a fist and coughed lightly.

“Me?”

Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment before realizing that she had also been drenched by the rain.

Jiang Zhihan nodded and his throat moved.

He only felt that he had been bewitched. There was a voice in his heart urging him to get closer to Qingyou…

Many people had said that he was pure and had few desires, and that he looked cold and indifferent. However, at this moment, this image had collapsed.

He was just a layman.

Jiang Zhihan noticed his thoughts and quickly looked up.

Then he saw Song Qingyou’s slightly pale lips.

Right, Qingyou was caught in the rain and might catch a cold.

The fluttering thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant. He went straight to the bedroom and took out two new towels.

“Let me help you dry your hair first.”

Song Qingyou didn’t refuse.

It was not good to have dripping hair.

Then, she seemed to have thought of something and turned around to ask,

“Why didn’t you bring an umbrella when you came to pick me up?

“When I came out, the rain wasn’t heavy.” Jiang Zhihan explained, “But there’s

a weather warning. I was worried that you’d be trapped there.”

Therefore, he basically took the umbrella and left. He did not even think of bringing an extra umbrella.

“Actually, it doesn’t mean that you won’t be able to get wet if you bring a few

more…”

Song Qingyou suddenly remembered that Jiang Zhihan’s condition was much worse than hers, but he was still drying her hair as if nothing had happened!

She grabbed Jiang Zhihan’s wrist, “Didn’t 1 tell you to take off your wet clothes?”

“I was thinking about what to wear for you. You should still have some clothes left here…In the end, you suddenly interrupted.”

Song Qingyou shot a reproachful glance at the person behind her, then grabbed the towel from his hand.

“What are you looking at? Why aren’t you taking a hot bath? I’ll send the clothes over later…”

Jiang Zhihan saw that she was about to push him, so he had to do it himself.

Before he left, he didn’t forget to kiss Song Qingyou.

The latter glared at him. “Hurry up and go in.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Jiang Zhihan looked like he would listen to her every word.

Song Qingyou dried her hair and went to the closet to look for clothes.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhihan’s clothes weren’t placed in different categories. Instead, they were placed in sets in the drawer, so Song Qingyou only needed to take one set.

When Song Qingyou came out of the shower, it was already midnight.

Jiang Zhihan was still sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he heard the bathroom door open, he immediately walked over.

“It’s getting late. I heard from Sister Lan that you didn’t eat much during the dinner party. Are you hungry now?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Song Qingyou shook her head and prepared to do the laundry.

Jiang Zhihan held her hand, “Let me wash it.”

Song Qingyou didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Why do you want to snatch this too? It’s not that troublesome. We just need to separate them and throw them into the washing machine…”

“It’s no trouble. Just leave it to me.”

Song Qingyou wanted to say something, but she was suddenly picked up.

Jiang Zhihan pushed open the bedroom door and placed her on the bed. He didn’t forget to help her take off her shoes.

The set of movements was smooth and natural.

Song Qingyou was stunned for a few seconds. She didn’t expect to change places so quickly.

Seeing that the other party still had the intention of covering her with the blanket, she hurriedly took action.

“I can do it myself.”

Jiang Zhihan tucked her in so that only her head could be seen.

“I don’t have to do the laundry at night. Can’t you talk nicely?” Song Qingyou said helplessly.

Jiang Zhihan brushed the stray hair on her forehead, “If you’re tired, have a good rest.”

Song Qingyou wanted to ask,’ Who’s tired?

But she couldn’t say it.

In the past few days, Longxing Logistics had swallowed up more than half of the Shen Group’s business. Lin Xuyang was so busy that her feet hit the back of her head. As the actual person in charge, she naturally could not stand idly by. However, she had always been able to tolerate it. It was just that she was a little tired from work, so she did not show it.

At least Chen Lan and Song Xingye didn’t notice.

She didn’t expect Jiang Zhihan to see through her.

Song Qingyou, who felt that she was in the wrong, grunted.

Seeing that he was about to leave, she suddenly sat up, leaned forward, and kissed Jiang Zhihan on the cheek.

Jiang Zhihan’s eyes suddenly darkened. He quickly pulled the person who was about to run away into his arms and pressed his thin lips down without any hesitation as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Song Qingyou almost thought that something might happen tonight.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhihan let go of her after a while.

“I’ll go wash the clothes.”

He walked quickly.

Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow.

Judging from his reaction, it was impossible for him to be shy.

Then he could only use ‘restraint’.

The next morning.

Perhaps it was because she slept too late, Song Qingyou woke up a little late. She thought Jiang Zhihan would leave in the morning. After all, both of them had a lot of work to do.

She didn’t expect to see Jiang Zhihan coming out with a clay pot as soon as she left the room.

“You’re up just in time. I made some porridge.”

“Is there anything else you want to eat in the morning?

-No, I don’t.” Song Qingyou glanced at the clay pot. “There are crabs inside? You went out to buy groceries?”

“Fang Yan asked someone to send it over.”

“Assistant Fang didn’t ask someone to send it to you. You were the one who ordered it to be sent.”

Song Qingyou was speechless. “Only Assistant Fang has the patience to not resign.”

“Is Qingyou feeling sorry for him?” Jiang Zhihan asked.

The smell of vinegar in the air was too strong.

In order to prevent Fang Yan from suffering an undeserved disaster, Song Qingyou quickly waved her hand and said, “What’s there to feel sorry for? I was just casually sighing.”

“Besides, my heart aches for you. You woke up so early to make porridge. It must have been hard on you.”

Even though Jiang Zhihan could tell that she was coaxing him, he couldn’t help but smile.

After the two had breakfast, Song Qingyou opened her notebook and was about to look at her schedule when her phone rang.

It was Lin Xuyang.

“You-zi, are you ready? Didn’t you say that you were going to attend today’s press conference? Where are you now? I’ll get my assistant to pick you up. Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then remembered that today was the acquisition of the logistics company under the Shen Group, as well as the release of the latest smart logistics technology by Longxing Logistics.

Since the Shen family had fallen, there was no need for her to hide as the person behind the scenes. It would be a good opportunity to provoke Shen Xiyan again. It would be best to make her lose her mind and decide to hurt someone.

If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no evidence of Shen Xiyan pushing Song Xingye down the stairs, Song Qingyou wouldn’t have taken such a drastic action.

“I’m at home now. The company must be very busy at the moment and can’t be short of people. 1 don’t need an assistant to pick me up. I can go there myself.’ After being reminded by Lin Xuyang for a few minutes, Song Qingyou hung up the phone.

Then, Jiang Zhihan pulled her out of the door in a hurry..