Shen Yanshi: "..."
He was too lazy to stay any longer, so he stood up and said, "I will check this matter. Please help me pay attention."
Tomorrow Cheng nodded: "Okay."
Shen Yan left and returned to the Shen Group.
Assistant Lin was still waiting for him outside. When he saw him coming out, he followed his steps: "I checked the people Shi Zhuo had contacted before as you asked. He has actually contacted a lot of people in the past half month because he was fired. , and also faced huge compensation, it was Xibu who asked for help, and I made a list."
Shen Yanshi strode forward and casually took the list sent by Lin Assistant without looking at it, but looked thoughtful.
Assistant Lin immediately asked nervously: "Does Mr. Shen have any questions?"
Shen Yanshi picked up her cell phone and took a look at it, her face turned foul. Why did she never call him and ask him to come home for dinner? !
He turned off his phone and said with a cold face, "It's nothing."
Assistant Lin: "Oh..."
He looked through the list in his hand and took a quick glance. He recognized most of the people on the list, and most of them were from the Shen family. After all, Shi Zhuo still had some foundation in the Shen family for so many years.
But it was true that Shen Yan was in power in the Shen family. If this group of people had any sense, they should know who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked.
He turned another page impatiently and glanced down quickly. Suddenly when he scanned "Shen Jun", his eyes narrowed slightly.
Tomorrow, Cheng Ze made some adjustments to today's arrangements, and moved everything that was not so urgent to tomorrow.
He took care of the most urgent tasks and finished them in advance. At half past midnight, he left the company early and took him home first.
At five o'clock, Tomorrow Cheng arrived home. Zhao Jing was sitting on the carpet in the living room playing games. For the first time since living with her, Tomorrow Cheng felt that the house could be so crowded.
In such a big villa, the west part is full of her things, and a PS5 game console is installed in the living room.
"Hey, you're back?" Zhao Jing looked up and saw him, still a little surprised.
She thought that Tomorrow Cheng was just talking casually when he said he would come back as soon as possible, but she didn't expect it to be so early.
Tomorrow Cheng sat down on the sofa next to her. The sofa had been filled with cute pillows and stuffed animals. The sound of games on the stereo was deafening. He looked out of place sitting upright in his all-black suit.
"Oh, he died again." Zhao Jing pursed her lips unhappily.
She finally had time to talk to him: "Do you want to play?"
Tomorrow Cheng is not interested in this. He has been raised as an heir by his family since he was a child and has high hopes. He will not touch anything that would depress his ambition.
Tomorrow Lang often said that his brother could successfully quit drug addiction.
He pursed his lips and took the game controller: "Yeah."
Zhao Jing said happily: "Have you ever played?"
"No."
"Then I'll teach you!" Zhao Jing snorted and raised her chin proudly: "Then I'll teach you."
It was rare for Zhao Jing to be able to overwhelm him, and she couldn't hide her pride in her tone. She poked the buttons on the game controller with her index finger: "This is for forward and backward, this joystick is for adjusting the viewing angle, this R1 can shoot arrows, and this is for throwing explosives of."
Tomorrow Cheng didn't listen very seriously. She poked her fingers back and forth on the handle, grazing his fingers from time to time, which made him feel itchy.
"Remember?"
He nodded: "I probably remember it."
"Then give it a try."
Tomorrow Cheng pressed start and started all over again right where Zhao Jing died.
"It's very sad here. You're a newbie, so you should start over."
Tomorrow Cheng got used to the controller, and then controlled the character to ambush into the grass and throw explosives, then jump out to shoot arrows from a distance, and then rushed up to fight at close range.
Five minutes later, this level was passed.
Zhao Jing: "..." She has died eight times here.
He looked back at her: "Do you want to play the next level?"
She stood up angrily and walked out: "It's not fun, no more fun!"
Tomorrow Cheng: "..."
Why did she become angry suddenly?
The servant came in and asked, "Would you like to have dinner early today?"
Tomorrow Cheng thought about what happened after dinner and nodded: "Okay."
The servant immediately went to prepare.
By dinner time, Zhao Jing's mood had recovered and she ate a large bowl of rice.
Tomorrow the Prime Minister is no longer surprised. Her mood changes eight hundred times a day. He is thinking about what will happen after dinner and how to do what he wants to do tonight.
Now that she is back to being alive and kicking, it's time for him to recover.
Zhao Jing asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
Tomorrow Cheng withdrew his dark gaze and lowered his eyes casually: "Nothing, just go to bed early today."
Zhao Jing nodded: "You should go to bed early. I think you didn't get enough sleep yesterday."
"Well, I didn't sleep enough."
After eating, Zhao Jing threw down her chopsticks and went upstairs to take a shower.
Sister Chen couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Will the young master and the young madam sleep in the same room from now on? Do you want me to clean up the room?"
Tomorrow Cheng's lips raised slightly: "Yeah."
He put down his chopsticks and stood up to go upstairs.
He walked to the door of his room, opened the door, and smiled slightly.
The room was empty, and it had regained its previous calmness. Zhao Jing was not there, and even the small pink pillow she had brought yesterday had disappeared.
He squeezed the doorknob tightly, turned around, went to her room, and knocked on the door.
"Who?" she asked.
"I."
Zhao Jing opened the door: "What's wrong?"
He looked at her with deep eyes: "Aren't you staying in my room tonight?"
She nodded dazedly: "I have recovered now and am not scared anymore."
His eyes darkened a little more, then he pushed open her door and walked in forcefully: "But I haven't recovered yet."
