During dinner, Mr.
Lu solemnly gave a lesson to a certain milk baby on how to be a man.
He repeatedly warned that a certain milk baby was no longer a three-year-old child and could not be tired of being around daddy and mommy all the time.
There must be a baby Looks like a man, eats by himself, bathes by himself, sleeps by himself After hearing Mr.
Lu's various high-sounding reasons, a certain milk boy just curled his lips in disdain and said to himself: Real men would not be so verbose as him.
So after dinner, the cheating father carried his wife to the bedroom, ignoring the baby who looked blank and disapproving the whole time.
Lu Jingchen filled the bathtub with hot water, placed her change of pajamas and bathing items before leaving the bathroom.
"I'm sure you don't need my help."
Lu Jingchen glanced at Song Qingyou's calf in plaster, lowered his head and said to her in his arms.
"No, I can do it myself."
Song Qingyou shook her head.
Although the calf is a little inconvenient, you just need to be careful.
If you ask him to help you, you will still feel a little awkward.
After hearing the answer, Lu Jingchen no longer insisted.
He just carried her in, turned around and left the bathroom, and thoughtfully closed the door.
The door was closed from the outside.
Song Qingyou walked slowly to the bathtub, stretched out her hand to test the water temperature, put her plastered calf on the edge of the bathtub, and sat down slowly.
When Song Qingyou walked out of the bathroom, she didn't see Lu Jingchen in the room, but saw the screen of her mobile phone flashing.
Song Qingyou took the phone and sat on the bedside.
After seeing the text message from Li Wan, he entered the mailbox and looked at the document he had just received.
Lu Jingchen finished handling company matters in the study, took a shower in the guest room, and then returned to the bedroom.
She saw the person sitting at the head of the bed, looking down at her cell phone.
Her slightly curly hair was hanging casually behind her.
Her thin silk pajamas were soaked by her hair and became a little transparent, but she didn't notice it at all.
Lu Jingchen frowned, walked quickly into the bathroom, took the hair dryer, and walked towards Song Qingyou.
"Why don't you blowdry your hair."
Song Qingyou was startled by the sudden sound.
He looked up and saw Lu Jingchen standing in front of him, blowing his hair.
His long, slender hands ran through his hair, feeling a little itchy and comfortable.
Karen Song raised her head and saw that Lu Jingchen's face was slightly dark, with some guilt on her face.
Every time I encounter an urgent file, I will habitually ignore other things "There is an urgent document that needs to be processed."
The voice was soft and obviously meant to please.
I remember that the last time I was in the hospital, I was supposed to have a physical examination, but after receiving the documents from the city government, I completely forgot about the physical examination.
Later, when Lu Jingchen found out, he kept a sullen expression.
Now that he thinks about it, he still has some lingering fears.
Lu Jingchen has always had a good temper, but when he is angry, he can still be a bit overwhelming.
"Aren't you on vacation?
Why are there so many documents?"
Lu Jingchen asked with some displeasure.
After this period of time, I also got to know Song Qingyou to a certain extent.
She was a complete workaholic.
As long as work was involved, she would choose to turn a blind eye to many things. especially about myself "I have always been in charge of this research project.
It covers a wide range and it is difficult to find the right person to hand it over, so I will continue to improve and follow up."
This research project started half a year ago and involves the reconstruction of the old city of S City, urban design and green plant planning.
From the beginning, I am responsible for drafting the plan, selecting the area, and frame design.
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It may be impossible to find the right person to hand it over to.
Spend all my time just for you :