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

Chapter 190 Sister Meng's Simple and Passionate Moments, Script

The next morning, Jiang Qing was the first to wake up.

He closed his eyes, touched the button on the bedside table, and tapped it twice to activate the whole house's smart system.

When the curtains slid open automatically, the girl in my arms shrank back into the blankets as if burned by the sunlight.

"Jiang Qing..."

Meng Ziyi buried her face in his chest and protested in a muffled voice.

You murdered your girlfriend!

"I have a video conference with Google at 9:30."

Jiang Qing twirled the strands of her hair scattered on the pillow with his fingertips, looking at the "silkworm pupa" in his arms and chuckled.

"Would you like to be my alarm clock, Ms. Meng?"

Suddenly, a white foot poked out from under the covers and kicked him squarely in the thigh.

"Capitalist! Skinflint Jiang! You were up so late last night, I'm exhausted!"

Jiang Qing grabbed the unruly ankle and gently rubbed the protruding ankle bone with her fingertips.

"It seems a certain female celebrity doesn't want to eat crab roe soup dumplings today."

The silkworm pupa instantly emerged from its cocoon, and Meng Ziyi bounced up with messy hair, a flower petal stuck to the end of her hair.

Hmm... that was probably the last time I brushed against the flower rack on the balcony last night.

"I want three! No, five!"

The moment the smart curtains were fully opened, sunlight streamed across the red marks on her collarbone.

Jiang Qing reached out and removed the petals from her face, her fingertips brushing against her smooth cheek.

"Don't use face wash as toothpaste when brushing your teeth."

"Last night was an accident!"

The girl lunged at him, her knee pinning his thigh down.

"You put it in the wrong place!"

Do you think this excuse is reasonable?

Jiang Qing chuckled and gently flicked her smooth forehead.

"Ouch! That hurts! Jiang Qing, you're bullying me!"

A certain actress is starting to focus on her acting skills again.

A meeting reminder suddenly popped up on the smart alarm clock on the bedside table. Jiang Qing caught the girl who was rushing towards him with one hand and swiped away the pop-up with the other.

"You have three minutes. The winner decides what to have for breakfast today."

Meng Ziyi's eyes lit up instantly, like a squirrel that had found a pine cone. She lifted her leg to jump off the bed, but Jiang Qing hooked her waist and pulled her back into the covers.

As the two rolled around in each other's arms, the temperature-controlled floor tiles sensed the movement and automatically heated up, while the central air conditioning vents quietly turned around.

"You're cheating!"

Meng Ziyi, panting heavily, pressed down on his wrist.

"We agreed on three minutes."

"It's two minutes and fifty seconds now."

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow and looked at the clock projected onto the ceiling.

"Is Professor Meng sure you want to negotiate in this position?"

The girl then realized that the straps of her nightgown had come undone at some point. She tried to get up in a fluster, but her arms were pulled around her waist.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly against her earlobe.

"If you surrender, you lose half the price, and I'll allow you to have an extra soft-boiled egg."

"make a deal!"

Meng Ziyi slid off the bed at lightning speed and bounced barefoot on the warm floor tiles.

"I want that coffee machine that spits out rainbows!"

"Ah."

When Jiang finished showering and came out, there was already a latte with crooked latte art on the island counter.

Coffee stains were splattered everywhere, and the culprit was pointing at the smart refrigerator with an egg beater.

"Jiang Qing! Your fridge has stolen the bayberries I left out yesterday again!"

"The food management system has reclassified the ingredients according to their shelf life."

Jiang Qing walked closer, drying her hair, and caught a glimpse of the neatly arranged food containers on the third shelf of the refrigerator.

"In the flash freezing zone."

Meng Ziyi tiptoed to reach the top handle, the hem of her nightgown swaying with her movements.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to remind her, she had already pressed the automatic lifting button, and sneezed loudly as the cold mist hit her face.

"Ah!"

Jiang Qing put a towel over her head.

"A 27-year-old who doesn't know how to use a smart refrigerator?"

Twenty-six!

Meng Ziyi popped out from under the towel and glared at him.

"I haven't had my birthday yet!"

"Well, that makes sense."

Jiang Qing took maple syrup from the temperature-controlled wine cabinet and watched as the girl angrily poured batter into the waffle mold.

"Do you need help?"

"Who are you looking down on!"

Meng Ziyi's hand holding the piping bag trembled, and cream splattered onto the table, creating a small flower.

"I can!"

Jiang Qing suppressed a laugh and turned on the range hood, watching as she frantically flipped the waffles.

I don't understand where this girl got the energy to suddenly do all this.

As the aroma of burning food filled the air, the smart stove suddenly sounded an alarm, and Meng Ziyi jumped back, shovel in hand.

"It was mean to me!"

The girl angrily complained.

"The temperature sensor is protesting."

Jiang Qing held her hand and adjusted the heat.

"300 degrees Celsius is for soldering irons, not for cooking."

"You tech people all have dirty hearts!"

Meng Ziyi rubbed the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, immediately leaving a flour mark on her cheek.

"Even making breakfast is being bullied by artificial intelligence."

Before she could finish speaking, a warm thumb brushed across her cheek, and Jiang Qing looked down at the white mark on her fingertip.

"Is Teacher Meng preparing to knead dough?"

Suddenly, the girl tiptoed and bit his neck, then snatched the freshly baked waffle while he was still stunned.

"The spoils of war!"

"I want to be the first to take it."

"No!"

As a fierce battle for food unfolded at the dinner table, Jiang Qing's smartwatch kept vibrating.

Meng Ziyi forked away the last piece of bacon, puffing out his cheeks and muttering indistinctly.

"Are capitalists going to exploit the working people again?"

"It's a reminder that you need to shoot the commercial at 10 o'clock."

Jiang Qing pushed the orange juice toward her.

"Your agent made three missed calls."

Meng Ziyi choked and pounded her chest, then grabbed her phone and saw a screen full of messages and wailed.

"I'm doomed! Sister Han is going to kill me!"

Jiang Qing picked up the tote bag that she had packed earlier and shook it.

"Your things are all in there."

"Jiang Qing!"

The girl rushed over and hugged him tightly, nuzzling against his chest in a sweet and coquettish voice.

Are you Doraemon?

"They are the people who created Doraemon."

Jiang Qing patted her butt.

"Go change your clothes, it'll only take twenty minutes to get there."

"Received, Mr. Jiang!"

While waiting for the elevator, Meng Ziyi suddenly grabbed his tie.

"Wait! Where's my phone?"

Jiang Qing pulled out a phone covered in rhinestones from the inside pocket of his suit and poked her forehead in an annoyed manner.

"The seventh time."

"The last one billion times!"

The girl nuzzled his shoulder affectionately, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise at the elevator mirror.

"Jiang Qing, your neck!"

The metal mirror reflected faint teeth marks on the side of his neck, and Meng Ziyi frantically rummaged for concealer.

"Keep your head down!"

Jiang Qing bent down obediently, noticing that her eyelashes were trembling with nervousness.

"Now you know you're afraid?"

"Die!"

Meng Ziyi used her fingertips to blend the concealer.

"If asked, just say it was a mosquito bite!"

"The mosquitoes in August are really fierce." Jiang Qing nodded seriously.

"Specifically targeting the entrance to major arteries."

"Only you can say it!"

The girl playfully patted his chest.

In the underground parking garage, the moment the car starts, the central control screen displays real-time traffic conditions.

Meng Ziyi was applying lipstick in front of the sun visor and makeup mirror when she suddenly poked his arm.

"Jiang Qing, don't we look like we're eloping?"

"Your agent has prepared ten different styling options in the back seat."

Jiang Qing turned the steering wheel and drove out of the parking space.

"Do you need me to recite today's schedule?"

"Boring!"

Meng Ziyi pouted and pressed the car's air freshener button, laughing out loud as the citrus scent filled the air.

"But I won't hold it against you since you made me breakfast!"

"Thank you, Teacher Meng."

Jiang Qing nodded seriously, which made her burst into laughter and collapse in the passenger seat.

Jiang Qing suddenly leaned forward.

Meng Ziyi subconsciously closed her eyes, but heard the soft sound of the seatbelt being fastened into the buckle.

"Teacher Meng, your lipstick is applied crookedly."

"Jiang Qing!"

"Ah……"

Amidst laughter and banter, they arrived at the advertising shoot location.

Jiang Qing parked the car under the sycamore tree outside the advertising tent, watched Meng Ziyi skip and hop over to meet her agent, and then turned and left.

He saw her turn around and make a heart shape with her hands in the rearview mirror, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on the steering wheel, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Back at Wuwen Technology, Jiang Qing had just sat down at his desk when the intelligent system automatically popped up seven documents awaiting review, and the coffee machine began grinding coffee at just the right moment.

"Mr. Jiang, the Google team will join the meeting in half an hour."

Chen Duo jogged in after him.

"They said they wanted to experience a real-time translation system."

Jiang Qing glanced at the time.

“Send the real-time data from the testing room over and tell Jason I’ll give him a maximum of thirty minutes.”

As he opened the document, he caught a glimpse of his phone's screen saver—a picture of Meng Ziyi making bunny ears at the camera, a picture that Meng Ziyi had taken over the phone from the night before—and a smile crept into his eyes.

This girl seems to have no concept of being a stranger, acting as if he's her man anyway.

Simple, enthusiastic, and generous.

However, he liked it very much.

On the other side, at the advertising shoot, Meng Ziyi was standing on tiptoe, poking at the reflector.

"Five centimeters higher! Yes, yes, that's the angle!"

As she turned around, her canvas shoelaces came undone, and she squatted down right in the middle of the camera track to tie them.

"Sister Han, doesn't this composition look like 'Roman Holiday'?"

"Like you my foot!"

Her agent, Sister Han, habitually complains about her.

"The brand has a dinner party planned after the shoot."

"I'm going to Wuwen to wait for Jiang Qing to get off work!"

Meng Ziyi refused outright, then lifted her skirt and hopped under the fill light.

"I'll have dinner with him tonight."

"You and him..."

Her agent, Sister Han, looked her over with suspicion.

"Oh! They're just good friends."

Meng Ziyi waved her hand, her expression completely natural.

"Alright, it's good to maintain a good relationship with President Jiang, he is..."

Sister Han had no suspicions; she was already used to her good relationships with people.

"Okay, I got it. Let's start filming!"

Meng Ziyi interrupted her, picked up the script, and began to go over her lines.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sister Han walk away.

It still comes down to my good acting skills, hehe!
At 3:27 PM, Wuwen Technology's elevator No. 3 stopped on the first floor with a "ding".

Meng Ziyi waved to the robot dog at the front desk.

"Little puppy, help me get in the elevator!"

The matte-finish robotic dog stepped forward and scanned her, and the glass door opened in response.

"Hehe, so good!"

Meng Ziyi smiled and bent down to pat its head before hopping into the elevator.

Yesterday, she deliberately bothered Jiang Qing, asking him to record her identity information into Wuwen's database so that she could freely access Wuwen Technology's various access control systems.

Soon, she arrived at Galaxy Cafe.

Several interns in the coffee shop were taking a break, but they immediately sat up straight when they saw her.

"Teacher Meng! Here are some freshly baked cookies!"

"Just call me Sister Ziyi."

She casually squeezed into the booth, emptying three boxes of snowflake crisps she had brought specially from her canvas bag.

"Is your CEO Jiang exploiting child labor again? Look at those dark circles under his eyes."

"No, we stayed up all night watching dramas last night, hehe~"

Before long, they were all getting along well.

As the sun began to set outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jiang Qing had just approached when she suddenly heard cheerful laughter coming from the direction of the coffee shop.

Looking up, Meng Ziyi, with her hair in a bun, was tiptoeing to change the coffee beans for the coffee machine, while three interns stood around her, recording with their phones.

"Teacher Meng, be careful, it's hot!"

"You need to turn this milk frothing button three and a half times, right?"

"Yes, Teacher Meng."

"I really am a genius!"

The white apron straps swayed around her waist as Meng Ziyi turned around, holding the latte art pitcher and the coffee she had just finished making.

"Look! The greatest coffee artist of this century has been born!"

She proudly showed it to the three interns.

Jiang Qing walked to the bar with one hand in her pocket, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"I heard there's a coffee artist here?"

The chattering crowd around them instantly fell silent, their faces turning bright red as they struggled to suppress their laughter.

Meng Ziyi's fingertips were still covered in cream, and her eyes blinked faster than an automatic mixer.

"Mr. Jiang, would you like to try our new product?"

"Iced Americano, no sugar, please."

"okay!"

With practiced ease, she quickly delivered an iced Americano to Jiang Qing.

"Thank you, artist. Let's go."

Jiang Qing took the coffee, sipped it, and nodded seriously.

Amidst the hushed murmurs of suppressed laughter, Meng Ziyi shoved her coffee cup into the automatic cleaning machine, waved goodbye to the interns, and quickened her pace to catch up with Jiang Qing.

"President Jiang, wait for me!"

Only after the two had walked away did the coffee shop erupt in suppressed laughter.

The "Artistic Love at First Sight" party expressed their overwhelming adoration, while the "Jiang Zhou Fishing Fire" party expressed their concerns. As for the other onlookers, they are already speculating about the relationship between their CEO Jiang and this Teacher Meng.

They're not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but they're behaving way too openly.

But if you say that's not the case, the two of them spent quite a while in the meditation room yesterday, and I don't know what they were doing.

Moreover, the way the two interacted seemed so natural, as if they had been dating for years.

That's so intriguing!
Upon arriving at the underground parking garage, Meng Ziyi cheerfully climbed into the passenger seat, just as she was about to speak when her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.

"Let's check the news."

She hadn't intended to pay attention, but Jiang Qing suddenly spoke up while holding the steering wheel.

She glanced at him with a puzzled look, and seeing him start the car with a normal expression, she reached out and took out her phone.

When Meng Ziyi opened the message sent by her agent, Sister Han, she was first taken aback, and then her pupils suddenly contracted.

"This this……"

She turned to look at Jiang Qing, her throat feeling a little dry.

"It's you?"

"Although I'm just a supporting female lead, this IP has a good reputation, and the script I read is of high quality. It's good to have some screen time."

Jiang Qing turned the steering wheel and drove out of the underground parking garage, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"Jiang Qing! I love you to death!"

Mencius made a move as if to pounce.

"They're in the car!"

"I'll reward you when we get back!"

"Would you like to elaborate on the rewards?"

"You're so ugly!"

(End of this chapter)