In the early morning, Zhuang Yibo was still in a drowsy dream and was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone.

I opened my eyes and touched the phone and saw that it was called by Zhuang Zhonghong without any surprise.

She skillfully pressed the mute key, then lifted the quilt and got up.

However, at 8 o'clock in the morning, Shin Wangjin was no longer in her room, but the breath of him was still left on the bed.

Not only on the bed, when she walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, she could also see traces of him.

The bruises on his neck that were pinched out by his hands had long faded away, and were replaced by red marks, which were clear and ambiguous.

Zhuang Yibo slowly raised his hand to wipe the traces, but they were all in vain.

Soon she let herself go and lowered her head to wash up.

At the same time, Shen Ruiwen's cell phone rang in the living room downstairs.

After taking a look at the caller ID, Shen Ruiwen skillfully cut off the phone, looked at the time, then got up and walked towards the villa gate.

When he arrived at the door, he had just returned from a walk. Shen Wangjin, dressed in casual clothes, happened to walk in from outside the door. Shen Ruiwen immediately handed over two documents, "These two documents must be sent away immediately, and you need your signature."

After taking the document, Shen Wangjin stood at the door and browsed it quickly, then took out a pen to sign the words.

Shen Ruiwen immediately handed over the documents to the driver waiting at the door and asked the driver to send them away.

Shin Wangjin entered the house, glanced at the empty restaurant, and asked the servant: "Have you got up yet?"

"No." The servant handed Shen Wangjin a hot towel and said, "Miss Zhuang has always gotten up late late recently, but the time should be about the same."

Shen Wangjin sat down next to the dining table, and Shen Ruiwen quickly walked in, reported to him about several key tasks today, and then said: "Zhuang Zhonghong called again just now, and it seems that he was quite anxious."

When Shen Wangjin heard this, he only smiled faintly and said, "It would not be destroyed without my investment in Zhuang's family, and it is worth his rush to be like this."

Shen Ruiwen said: "The Zhuang family has always been serious infighting, which shows that he should be under great pressure recently."

While talking, Zhuang Yibo's figure happened to appear on the stairs.

While wiping his hands with a hot towel, Shin Wangjin looked at Zhuang Yibo's figure on the stairs and said slowly: "Don't worry, we have time anyway, so let's wait and see."

Zhuang Yibo went downstairs. He heard his words, but he seemed to hear nothing and walked straight to the dining table.

"Miss Zhuang is early." Shen Ruiwen greeted her.

"Mr. Shen," she responded softly, and then sat down next to the dining table.

When the servant delivered breakfast to her, she would nod and say, "Thank you, aunt."

This situation happens every day, and it was originally a very normal state, but today, Shen Wangjin seemed to be seeing her for the first time, with some inquiry and fun, just looking at her.

She only looked up at him, then quickly looked away.

Shin Wangjin sat in the chair and saw that she started eating, then he spoke again: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Zhuang Yibo slowly shook his head.

Seeing this, Shen Wangjin just smiled lightly, said nothing more, and lowered his head to eat.

The two of them sat almost silently on a dining table to eat as usual.

Shen Ruiwen sat next to him, looking at such a scene, but suddenly frowned uncontrollably.

After breakfast, Shen Wangjin took Shen Ruiwen back to the office area to work, while Zhuang Yibo sat downstairs and played the piano.

In the office area, Shen Ruiwen heard the sound of the piano coming from downstairs and subconsciously glanced at Shen Wangjin again.

Shin Wangjin was originally looking at the document seriously, but after the piano sound downstairs was sounding for a while, the hand he placed on the table began to unconsciously follow the rhythm of the piano sound and hit it one by one.

The sound of the piano downstairs stopped, and the finger he placed on the table just knocked unconsciously, the more he tapped it, the more urgent it became. This was a sign of his impatientness.

When the sound of the piano sounded again, his fingers vibrated with the rhythm again, and they were considered to be returning to normal.

Shen Ruiwen saw it and slowly lowered his eyes.

In fact, judging from his experience over the past few days, as long as Zhuang Yibo's piano sound is there, Shen Wangjin's mood is good—

It has nothing to do with music.

Because during the one or two years he was recuperating abroad, he also played various piano and cello music every day, but even if the music was pleasant and pleasant, he was still moody.

Now, even if Zhuang Yibo's songs are sometimes intermittent, he will only show a little irritable mood during the waiting period. At other times, Zhuang Yibo's piano sound can always soothe his emotions well.

But is the sound of the piano alone enough?

Shen Ruiwen thought about the state between the two people and couldn't help but sigh in his heart again.

After Shen Wangjin finished reviewing another document, Shen Ruiwen paused before speaking again: "Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak about the matter?"

Hearing this question, Shen Wangjin's pen paused obviously, and then he looked up at Shen Ruiwen and said, "What?"

"If Mr. Shen wants to wait for Miss Zhuang to speak before taking action, then we can do some preparations in the early stage, so as to avoid the people below being in a hurry at that time-"

Before Shen Ruiwen could finish his words, Shen Wangjin suddenly interrupted him and said, "Do you think she will speak up?"

Shen Ruiwen was silent for a moment before saying, "I think... with Miss Zhuang's temperament, I may not speak out."

Hearing this, Shin Wangjin slowly curled his lips, "I'm right. I don't think she can speak...but I just want to see when she can hold on."

After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but want to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak anymore.

...

In the next two days, Zhuang Yibo continued to play his piano as usual and did not care about anything else.

There is no word about Zhuang family.

However, on the third day, Zhuang Zhonghong came to the door directly.

When he arrived, Zhuang Yibo was about to go out. When he opened the door and saw him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Yibo." Zhuang Zhonghong frowned slightly at her, "Where are you going? Where are you Wangjin?"

"He is not here." Zhuang Yibo replied softly, "I'm going to class."

When Zhuang Zhonghong heard that Shen Wangjin was not present, he was slightly depressed. When he heard Zhuang Yibo's answer, he couldn't help but say, "What else are you taking? Isn't this a waste of time? Isn't it better to stay at home with Wangjin?"
Chapter completed!