Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 663 "Wife"

Chen slept very well last night.

In that half-dreaming, half-awake state, I could vaguely sense that there seemed to be another person beside me.

The curves beneath the thin blanket were shapely, and the soft breathing was as regular as the tides. A faint, cool fragrance of laurel lingered in the pillow.

Because of his experience working in complex and sensitive environments, Director Chen always has a red line in his mind that he can never cut off, no matter what.

But tonight, this "red line" didn't give any warning. Instead, it took all of this for granted, which suggests that it was someone they trusted implicitly.

"It has to be her..."

Chen vaguely confirmed it in his heart. Although his heavy eyelids made it impossible for him to open them, he pulled that soft body closer and let out a satisfied sigh.

After the drunken man fell asleep again, she carefully pulled out the long hair that he had been pressing down on.

This action is like a sweet ritual that all girls have to complete:
You stepped on my hair.

……

The next morning, unlike the usual hangover heaviness in his head, Chen woke up slowly with an unprecedented sense of peace.

The snow outside seemed to have stopped, and the snow light mixed with the morning light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, casting thin bands of light.

Last night's memories flashed by like a revolving lantern. The most memorable thing was getting Yi Shan drunk until he collapsed. After that, it seemed like I was just acting on instinct and instinct.

The space next to it was empty, but the slight wrinkles on the pillowcase indicated that someone had slept there.

Chen leaned closer to sniff, and it emitted a very faint yet familiar fragrance.

Just as I was pondering this, the light and shadow at the doorway shifted slightly.

Song Shiwei walked in. She had finished washing up and changed into a well-fitting light-colored sweater.

They must have heard the noise from the bedroom and came to check.

"She really is Sweet Sister."

Chen thought to himself.

"Wife~"

The dog-like man rubbed his eyes and casually asked, "What time is it?"

Song Shi was slightly taken aback, as if a feather had swept across a lake, creating fine ripples.

Hearing this title for the first time in her life, any girl would feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Eight twenty."

Song Shi glanced down at the Cartier Ballon Bleu on her wrist, and when she looked up again, her eyes had returned to their usual calm.

There were no vows of eternal love, no earth-shattering ceremonies, just an ordinary morning after he sobered up. He called her "wife," and she did not object.

Then, tacitly, they imprinted this title on each other.

The transformation from an "extraordinary person" to an "ordinary person" often happens in such unexpected moments; perhaps this is the magic touch of life.

"That's still early."

Chen's task for today was simply to visit the leaders of China Unicom Group, and he didn't mention anything else.

"I'll sleep some more."

Chen was about to close his eyes completely when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

I got so drunk last night, it's impossible for cosplayer not to care about me. Will she call me first thing this morning?
This thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over him, instantly dispelling the man's drowsiness. He subconsciously reached for the spot where he usually kept his phone while sleeping.

No?

My heart suddenly constricted.

Although the phone was password protected, and the nickname for cosplayer was changed to "President Yu," Sweetie wasn't the type to pry into other people's privacy.

But what if?
What if she accidentally swiped the answer button?

A sweet, cloying voice came from the other end of the phone: Are you awake, baby?
Song Shiwei: Who are you?
Chen Zhe: Explosion!
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. The scoundrel suddenly sat up and grabbed a pillow, rummaging through it everywhere.

Looking for your phone?

Sweetie's clear, crisp voice came from the doorway.

"what……"

Chen pretended to be calm, rubbed his nose and said, "It's almost the end of the year and the company still has a lot of problems. I'm worried they might come to me with something."

Sweet nodded slightly, then turned and left.

"In her hands?"

At this moment, the scoundrel's heart was in his throat.

Soon, Song Shiwei returned, holding the obsidian-colored Mi Phone in her hand.

Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, his mouth was dry, and in the quiet room, he could almost hear the sound of his blood flowing.

Fearing something was amiss, Song, the school beauty, stared at her and asked, "I was originally planning to wait until you woke up to ask who this 'President Yu' is?" "Your phone fell on the ground last night."

Fortunately, Song Shiwei simply handed over her phone and said calmly, "I took it outside to charge when I got up this morning."

"Um...thank you."

Chen felt his palms were a little sweaty and asked in the most casual tone, "Did anyone call?"

"Have."

Song Shiwei looked up at her, her gaze clear and calm: "But I didn't answer."

"I guess they're all work reports."

Chen Zhe got the phone back, as if he had finally retrieved the nuclear launcher. His mood eased slightly, but unease remained.

To hide his nervousness, he chuckled and said, trying to appear calm, "They really won't even let me live a peaceful life. I hope I won't feel that the biggest regret of my life is creating Retrospection."

Song Shiwei smiled slightly, said nothing, and turned to go to the outer room.

The scoundrel quickly entered the password to open the call log. Although there were several missed calls, none of them were the one with the contact name "President Yu".

"Whoo~"

Only then did the scoundrel finally let out a long sigh of relief.

My crotch feels a little damp.

Thankfully it was sweat.

Otherwise, people might think it's urine.

However, the "danger" was not eliminated, because although the cosplayer did not call, she sent several messages.

3:30 am
"Baby, I feel my heart pounding, and I can't fall asleep. I wonder if it's because you're drunk."

6:00 am
"Director Chen, I'm up."

7:35 am
"Xiaoyu and I are going to have breakfast~"

8:30 am
"Pig, are you still not awake? I'm starting to worry about you. I'll call you at nine."

"Nine?"

Chen's heart, which had just been at ease, suddenly tightened again.

Song Shiwei was still in the room, so she definitely couldn't answer.

But what's the reason for going out to answer the phone without her?

If you're already calling her "wife," what secrets do you still need to hide?
However, even a man with poor reaction time can't be a scumbag. Soon, he actually came up with a brilliant idea.

Chen quickly dressed and went outside, saying to Sweet, who was studying, "Let's go downstairs for breakfast, I'm starving."

In a buffet restaurant, with so many people walking around, you can easily finish your phone call with Cosplay Sister just by standing anywhere!
"it is good."

Song Shi nodded slightly, as he was already prone to feeling hungry after a hangover.

Chen brushed her teeth and washed her face too quickly, as if she was in a hurry to go downstairs for breakfast.

He was probably really hungry.

However, to the man's surprise, as they passed the room of his secretary and assistant, Song Shiwei thought for a moment and said, "Let's invite them along."

Chen's expression changed. It was already 8:40. The Sichuan girl always made a phone call without hesitation.

But not waiting for his companions to go down for dinner seemed like he was being too hasty and deliberate.

In a flash, several thoughts raced through Director Chen's mind.

"Okay, I'll knock."

In the end, he still managed a flawless smile and gently knocked on the door.

The sound of knuckles hitting the wooden door, each "thump, thump, thump," felt like a blow to the dog-man's taut nerves.

"Who?"

Not long after, the secretary asked in annoyance, her voice tinged with the grumpiness of someone who had been woken up early.

"I'm going to have breakfast!"

Chen replied with a smile.

At that moment, he wished his secretary would say, "You can go ahead, we won't eat breakfast."

result--

"Wait a minute, let's get ready and get dressed."

The secretary said in a simple and honest way.

Blanch!
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(I'll post another chapter tonight, but if not very early, it will be a little later.)
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