Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 169 A Few Things That Happened in the Morning, The Mischievous One
The next morning, the morning light shone like golden threads through the gaps in the curtains. Zhou Ye felt a warmth from the arm around his waist and, still half asleep, reached out to touch Jiang Qing's face.

The moment my fingertips touched my nose, my wrist was grabbed and pressed against the pillow.

"He's not behaving himself first thing in the morning."

Jiang Qing closed his eyes and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his morning voice muffled.

"Watch out for my morning grumpiness."

Zhou Ye twisted his body and laughed, his hair brushing against his chin.

"President Jiang's eyelashes are curlier than mine, did he secretly use eyelash growth serum?"

“That’s called talent.”

He finally opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the two tiny figures of her.

"But some troublemaker said they want to get up early for scallion oil noodles, should we still eat them?"

"Of course we have to eat!"

She rolled into his arms with a sense of entitlement.

"You get up first, then I'll... oh dear..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was tickled. Zhou Ye curled up like a shrimp and begged for mercy. His soft body rubbed against Jiang Qing, making her restless.

He suddenly stopped, his fingertips tracing the reddened part of her cheek.

"Which white dress are you wearing today?"

"how do you know!"

Her eyes widened suddenly.

I clearly hid it in the hidden compartment of my suitcase.

"Last night someone was using an iPad to search for outfits to wear on a date with their boyfriend, and the search history was still open."

Jiang Qing pulled out the tablet from under her pillow and shook it. The lock screen showed her collection of fashion guides.

Zhou Ye screamed and lunged forward to grab it, straddling his waist.

"Jiang Qing, you've violated my privacy!"

"Some silly person forgot to lock the screen."

He used one hand to protect her lower back to prevent her from falling.

"But white really suits you."

She suddenly quieted down, fiddling with the buttons of his pajamas as she quietly confirmed.

"Really good-looking?"

"You look best like this."

Jiang Qing raised her hand and plucked a stray hair from her hair, chuckling softly.

"Sleeping like a little madman."

"You're the crazy one!"

Zhou Ye grabbed a pillow to throw, but was picked up by the waist and spun around.

The morning breeze lifted the curtains, and she cried out as she clung tightly to his neck, her legs dangling wildly in the air.

"Put me down!"

Jiang Qing carried the person towards the bathroom.

"Didn't you say you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel? Let me get you freshened up first."

The moment the vanity light came on, Zhou Ye suddenly realized that he had been naked the whole time!
"Jiang Qing! You're not allowed to look!"

But through her fingers, she saw Jiang squeezing out a mouthful of toothpaste, the strawberry-flavored foam piling up like a small mountain.

"The reaction is too slow."

He shoved the toothbrush into her palm with a mischievous grin.

"I've already seen everything."

"You! Get out!"

The girl hurriedly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around herself.

Once the water temperature was just right, Jiang Qing folded the towel into a small square and handed it to her, then leaned against the door frame and watched her stand on tiptoe to comb her hair.

Zhou Ye glared at him in the mirror.

"Is General Manager Jiang supervising the construction?"

"I'm learning how to tie my hair into a bun."

He stepped forward and took the hair tie from her hand.

I came across a tutorial yesterday.

Zhou Ye tilted his head suspiciously, watching his fingers move through his hair.

As stray hairs fell in a flurry, she stared at her crooked, messy hair in the mirror and laughed until tears welled up in her eyes.

"Jiang Qing! Is that a bun or a bird's nest?"

“Practice makes perfect.”

Without changing his expression, he disassembled it and started over, this time carefully supporting the back of her head.

"I might need to apply for a hairstyle design patent."

By the time I finally managed to tie up a decent bun, the face wash foam had dried on my face.

As Jiang Qing gently patted her cheeks with warm water, Zhou Ye grabbed his wrist.

"Your face is wet."

As she tiptoed closer, she quickly kissed the tip of his nose.

The sweet scent of strawberry toothpaste exploded in the morning light. Jiang Qing's stunned look amused her. The girl laughed and tried to escape, but was grabbed by the waist and lifted to sit on the sink.

"You have to pay the price for a sneak attack."

He pressed his forehead against hers, watching the water droplets roll from her eyelashes to her lips.

Zhou Ye swung his dangling legs and acted spoiled.

"I have no money, but I'll take your life."

The last syllable disappeared into the mingled breaths.

The strawberry scent mixed with the gardenia fragrance on her body made Jiang Qing utterly captivated.

She clung to his neck as if she were a drowning person grasping at a straw.

He cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The air seemed to have become sweet.

A few minutes later, Zhou Ye was panting, clutching his collar.

"You go wash up first, I'll go to another room to wash up, and then I'll borrow the hotel kitchen to make you noodles."

After saying that, Jiang Qing turned and left.

"laugh……"

The girl paused for a moment, then noticed something amiss from his flustered footsteps and sat on the table, giggling.

The French windows filtered the morning sun into a pale gold. When Jiang Qing came in carrying a plate, Zhou Ye was kneeling on the carpet folding origami cranes.

She looked up and saw that his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and suddenly grabbed her phone and started snapping photos.

"Michelin Chef Exclusive Skin!"

"Limited Edition Scallion Oil Noodles"

Jiang Qing placed the blue-and-white porcelain bowl on the small round table. The sauce coated the silvery noodles, and the caramel-colored scallion segments were piled up like a small mountain.

"Try it."

Zhou Ye sat cross-legged, and as soon as he picked up the noodles with his chopsticks, he was scalded and started breathing out hot air.

Jiang Qing smiled and handed over the iced soy milk.

"What's the rush? Nobody's going to steal it."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl suddenly reached out with her chopsticks and snatched the fried egg from his bowl, a triumphant smirk revealing two dimples.

"Children."

Jiang Qing pinched her puffed-out cheeks and suddenly noticed that she was barefoot on the carpet.

"Where are your socks?"

"In the suitcase."

Before she could finish speaking, her ankle was grasped by a warm palm. Jiang Qing produced a pair of light-colored cotton socks from somewhere and skillfully put them on her.

Zhou Ye swung his foot and poked his knee.

"Teacher Jiang, you have quite a wide range of services. How about hairdressing, manicures, or foot massages?"

"We could consider getting Ms. Zhou a lifetime VIP card."

He picked up a noodle, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"Taste the saltiness."

Zhou Ye slurped the food into his mouth using his chopsticks, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

"good to eat!"

She suddenly jumped up as if she had remembered something.

"wait!"

The girl ran barefoot to the suitcase, pulled out a glass jar, and presented it to him like a precious treasure.

"I made my own pickled garlic!"

Jiang Qing unscrewed the jar and was greeted by a sweet and sour aroma. Turning her head, she saw the girl munching on a garlic clove like a little squirrel. Suddenly, she reached out and snatched the last half of the garlic clove, stuffing it into her mouth.

"The Zhou family's secret recipe is indeed effective."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ye frowned from the spiciness and laughed so hard he fell into his arms.

"Idiot! This is a single-clove garlic!"

Sunlight crept onto the dining table as the two playfully wrestled, and Jiang Qing's smartwatch suddenly vibrated.

He caught a glimpse of the work reminder and was about to speak when a perfectly white, soft-boiled egg suddenly pressed against his lips.

"President Jiang, open your mouth..."

Zhou Ye held up a spoon and mimicked his tone from last night.

"Remember to maintain a balanced diet."

As he swallowed the egg, he noticed the girl's lips, which were still stained with scallions, and, as if possessed, he leaned closer and licked them off.

"There's a leak here."

Seeing Zhou Ye's ears turn bright red instantly, she triumphantly waved her phone.

"Two online meetings need to be completed before midnight." "It's only 8:30 now!"

Zhou Ye shoved the jar of pickled garlic in front of him.

"Capitalists must also abide by labor laws!"

The final agreement was reached on the condition that the other party would sit on the Ferris wheel for three rounds in exchange for two hours of work.

After the discussion, Jiang Qing grabbed the back of her neck and pressed her back into her seat.

"Little Zhou, do not speak while eating or sleeping."

"Mr. Jiang, food should be enjoyable and sleep should be lively."

Zhou Ye tapped the rim of his bowl with a fork.

Amidst the rhythmic clanging of the noodles, a bowl of noodles was eaten until the bottom was completely clear.

Forty minutes after the master bedroom door closed, Jiang Qing was listening to Zhao Quan's speech in the video when she suddenly heard a soft "click" from the door lock.

His breath hitched slightly as he looked up, and the code in Zhao Quan's mouth suddenly lost its appeal.

After completing her makeup, Zhou Ye twirled around, clutching her skirt, the morning breeze lifting the hem of her chiffon dress.

The off-shoulder design accentuates her delicate collarbones and long neck, further highlighting her graceful figure.

"Wouldn't that be too formal?"

She lifted her skirt and looked up at him.

The salesperson said this is the latest model.

Jiang Qing turned off the camera, then clicked mute before getting up.

"Turn around."

"what?"

"The back strap is crooked."

Zhou Ye obediently turned around.

Jiang Qing's fingers brushed against the skin on the back of her neck, the warm touch making her shrink her neck.

"itch"

"do not move."

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the reddened skin.

"it's good now."

Zhou Ye turned around and punched him in the chest.

"You did this on purpose! You... Hey! What are you doing!"

Amid the girl's gasp, Jiang Qing picked her up and carried her back to the computer, then made a "shh" gesture to her.

Zhou Ye immediately quieted down. When he saw that Zhou Ye had turned on the voice chat, he obediently curled up into a ball and leaned against Zhou Ye's chest.

Halfway through the video conference, Jiang Qing suddenly felt a fingertip gently poke her Adam's apple.

He grabbed Zhou Ye's mischievous hand and pressed it onto the mousepad, calmly responding to the screen.

"The data model needs to run three more stress tests."

The girl in his arms was chewing on a cookie when she heard the resonant sound in his chest. Suddenly, she mumbled softly, mimicking his tone from before.

"Three stress tests~"

"Don't make trouble."

Jiang Qing warned in a whisper.

Zhou Ye's eyes lit up. He opened his mouth, bit the other end of the biscuit, and tilted his head back to bring the chocolate bar to his lips.

"Mr. Jiang?"

The technical director in the video conference waited for five seconds without responding.

"continue."

Jiang Qing turned her head to avoid the mischievous cookies and lightly pinched Zhou Ye's waist.

The girl immediately curled up like a cat being tickled, her hair brushing against his chin and making him itch.

As the CFO was reporting on the quarterly budget, Zhou Ye idly reached into his shirt pocket for a pen.

As the pen cap was pulled off with a soft "click," Jiang Qing quickly covered the microphone and rubbed her forehead with the tip of her nose as a warning.

Zhou Ye wrinkled his nose, his pen tip hovering eagerly in the blank space of the notebook beside him.

When the voice on the speaker announced that "the AI ​​diagnosis and treatment module needs additional investment," she had already drawn a rabbit wearing a stethoscope in the blank space.

Jiang Qing caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her mouth just started to turn up before she quickly suppressed it.

"You guys should do the math about this, Mr. Zhao, privately."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly groaned, Zhou Ye's fingertips tracing the outline of his abdominal muscles along the buttons of his shirt.

"Is President Jiang not feeling well?"

Several senior executives, led by Zhao Quan and Zhang Bin, asked questions at the same time.

"fine."

Jiang Qing tightened her grip on Zhou Ye's waist, grabbed the thin blanket beside her, and wrapped the person in her arms like a dumpling.

Zhou Ye poked his head out and noticed that the tips of his ears were red. He then teased him with a mischievous grin in a whisper.

"Teacher Jiang's heart is beating so fast!"

The project manager, who was giving a presentation, suddenly stopped.

"Is there background noise on President Jiang's end?"

"It's the sound of the air conditioner."

Jiang Qing lied without changing her expression, wiping away the chocolate stains left by Zhou Ye who had stolen the cookies with her thumb.

The girl took the opportunity to bite his fingertip, but he grabbed her chin.

The project manager in charge of liaising with Tencent suddenly raised his voice.

"Regarding the brain-computer interface project."

"Wait."

Jiang Qing interrupted him and lifted the frantically wriggling "silkworm" upwards.

"What did you just say was the error rate for neural signal decoding?"

Zhou Ye immediately deflated upon hearing the technical jargon, listlessly tugging at his button.

As Jiang Qing listened to the report, she fumbled to fasten the buttons, but her fingers were always blocked by mischievous little hands.

"General Manager Jiang seems distracted today?"

The CFO probed, half-jokingly.

"I'm spending time with the kids."

Jiang Qing spoke with a smile, startling Zhou Ye so much that he froze and dared not move.

He casually ruffled her bangs.

"Continue, where were we?"

Zhou Ye angrily reached for his phone, opened Weibo, and happened to see Jiang Qing's recent photos taken at the Xiaomi Technology Park trending on social media.

In the photo, he stands tall and straight, his profile sharply defined.

She tilted her head back and whispered softly into his ear.

"Dr. Jiang~"

Just as Jiang Qing was getting to the crucial point, she suddenly choked, clenching her fist and coughing muffledly.

A dozen or so words of concern, "President Jiang, take care of your health," popped out instantly, and the instigator had already burrowed under the blanket, suppressing a laugh and trembling.

"Finally, we confirmed the agenda for next week's JD.com strategic cooperation press conference, with Zhao Quan participating as the company representative."

Jiang Qing used her knees to press down the trembling blanket.

"We'll just cooperate; we'll keep the media interviews under control."

Suddenly, a small, fair hand emerged from under the blanket, making a peace sign and waving it.

Jiang Qing readily accepted good advice.

"twenty minutes."

He immediately added that his little hand made an OK sign.

"Each of the three designated media outlets has three questions."

When the little hands made a heart shape, Jiang Qing tapped the notebook.

"That's it for today."

The moment the meeting ended, Zhou Ye emerged with his hair all frizzy.

Did I interrupt your work?

"Yes."

Jiang Qing lifted the person onto her lap and made sure she sat down.

"How to compensate?"

Zhou Ye pulled out a crumpled notebook from behind his back and unfolded it with a forced smile, as if presenting a treasure.

His notebook was filled with drawings of various small animals, and the AI ​​diagnosis module highlighted a robotic cat with an IV drip crouching at the bottom of the page.

How about I compensate you with some collaboration merchandise?

She pointed to the Q-version Jiang Qing robot pattern.

Jiang Qing looked at her pretty little face and pinched it affectionately. He picked her up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight and shadows of the sky 30 stories above fell on her joyful eyes.

"How does Designer Zhou plan to mass-produce it?"

"Exclusive limited edition!"

Zhou Ye hugged his neck tightly, his voice soft and sweet.

"Only for President Jiang, I can find him."

The unfinished words were sealed by a sudden kiss.

When the smartwatch beeped with its second schedule reminder, Zhou Ye was blushing as he applied lip gloss.

"Let's go, we're going to see an old friend today."

"Ok?"

Zhou Ye looked at Jiang Qing, who was buttoning her clothes, and showed a puzzled expression.

Who is it?

(End of this chapter)