When he pushed the door and approached the office, he returned to his desk and immediately called Murong Jing.
But the bell rang for a long time but no one answered.
After thinking for a while, she put her cell phone aside and stopped calling.
In the apartment.
Murong Jing lies on the sofa and sleeps with her eyes closed.
These days she was in a hurry and flew back to the imperial capital overnight. She really fell asleep without resisting.
Yuwen Chengyuan sat beside her, watching her quiet sleeping face, suddenly raised his hand, and gently stroked her slightly swollen lip with his fingertips.
A few days apart, a kiss can get him out of control.
A moment later, he gently got up, picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table and went to the balcony. When he gave it, he called back.
After the phone was connected, Shi Qian's voice came: "Murong, you are back."
"Madam, it's me, Yuwen Chengyuan."
"Yuwen!" After pausing for twoorthree seconds, Shi Qian said again, "are you with Murong?"
"Well, she just fell asleep, so she couldn't answer the phone."
Shi Qian: "... Oh, let her call me when she wakes up."
"OK. I'll tell her when she wakes up."
"Well, hang up first."
After hanging up, Yuwen Chengyuan returns to Murong Jing and uses his mobile phone to send messages to communicate with his subordinates.
Soon after, Murong Jing slowly opened her eyes: "how long have I slept?"
Yuwen Chengyuan turned to her and said, "it won't be long. You can sleep again."
Not going to sleep anymore, Murong Jing sat up and asked, "what time is it?"
"Five thirty."
"Five thirty! It's five thirty!"
"What are you doing?"
Murong Jing scratched her hair. "It doesn't matter. I just feel like I've been sleeping for a long time. Have you been sitting here?"
"At more than three o'clock, my wife called you, but she didn't answer. Then I went to the balcony and returned one to her."