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She didn't even notice him standing there watching her.

Thinking of this, he sighed, "Remember what I said? "I don't really care if I can sign the contract. I'm just thinking, since you've already put in so much effort, are you really willing to lose without fighting at the very last moment?"

After saying that, she couldn't help but be surprised. That's right, she had finally reached this step with great difficulty. She was just one step away from entering the door. Why did she have to flee at that moment and turn around to leave?

She thought of her last life, when she had first spoken to the entire staff.

At that time, she was also so nervous that she hardly slept at all, practicing hard every night in front of her full-length mirror after work. Finally, she did it, and the speech that won her plaudits and the attention of her immediate superiors became a key factor in her ascent to the position of chief editor.

It's just training, isn't it? How could she have forgotten the process?

Thinking of this, she unconsciously revealed a wry smile.

"What if I don't do it well and embarrass you?" She didn't really care what others thought of her, but she was worried that she would become a burden to him.

"You want to embarrass me? "So you still have the energy to worry about me?"

"He's always worried …" She lowered her head.

He held her small face in his hands and said cautiously, "Don't worry, if you mess up, I'll rush onto the stage and play the clown to save you."

"Clown? How come it's not a prince? "

"The Prince also has his own white horse, I'm afraid the field might not be able to accommodate him." He pretended to be disappointed.

"Smooth talker!" She could not help but punch him in the chest, causing him to laugh.

Although Lin Xiaoqing had been doing a lot of practice these days, she was still unable to sleep the night before the press conference.

In her previous life, she had been alone, so even if she failed, she would at most go to a bar and get drunk, before spending a few days rousing herself. There was nothing else she could lose.

However, if she screwed up this time, she wouldn't be the only one to fail. She would ruin the company's reputation, she would cause him to lose a contract, and damage his image in the company … Thinking of this, she was unable to peacefully sleep.

"Still unable to sleep?" Song Beichuan's voice suddenly entered his ears.

Startled, she turned her head to look at the person beside the pillow and asked, "Are you still awake?"

Because of the darkness in the bedroom, she did not notice that the other person had not closed his eyes.

"Aren't you still awake?" he said.

"What a coincidence, my wife. I was thinking about something too." His answer made her smile.

There was a moment of silence, and the two of them lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling, each with his own thoughts.

After a while, Song Beichuan was the first to speak, "I've always wanted to ask you something."

"What?" She could probably guess what he wanted to ask.

"When did you learn all this amazing cooking?" When they first met, she didn't even know how to cook. How could she, for no reason, jump from a rice bug that only knew how to make noodles to become a gourmet master?

Sure enough, this question did not scare Lin Xiaoqing too much. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I don't have anything to do at home anyway, so I occasionally flip through the recipes and make whatever I want …"

"I didn't see any recipes at home." He interrupted her to voice his doubts.

She was surprised for a moment, then let out a dry laugh. "The internet is so well-developed nowadays. Just randomly download a recipe or something on the internet. It's very convenient. Besides, it's because you're busy." She could almost feel the cold sweat seeping from her palms.

"I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say.

She froze for a moment, then turned her head to look at the person beside her in the darkness, "Why did you suddenly say that?"

"I've been so busy with the company that I don't even know what you're doing." There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

Hearing his words, she felt somewhat guilty, and even apologetic.

"Don't be like this, you didn't do it on purpose." Although it was a matter of her previous life, she had made some achievements in her own career. Of course, she understood how much time and effort she had to put in, not to mention that she had never been a great woman behind him.

At this thought, she suddenly flipped over and straddled boldly on top of him.

Song Beichuan was completely shocked, "You …"

She could vaguely see his stunned expression and somehow felt proud of herself. She leaned over and pressed her body against his chest and whispered, "Hubby, do you want another child?"

It was just a simple sentence, but in his ears, it sounded like he was picking on beans.

He put his arm around her waist and smiled. "We'll talk about it later. I'm rather interested in the steps to give birth."

With that, he turned the toilet and pressed her down. The bed had been warm for so long that his Jingu Bang had almost immediately become vigorous.

Like an unstoppable flood, they burst through the heart wall between them. They kissed each other eagerly, their hot bodies entwined with each other's.

He was anxious to take off her nightgown, but the warmth of it made his fingers clumsy and dull, and a string of buttons could not be undone until his chivalry was gone, and he grabbed her cotton nightgown and tugged at it with his hands, sending the buttons flying.

At home, of course, she was in a vacuum. The beautiful white rabbit suddenly came into view, and he gasped, his head full of thoughts of seeing her more clearly.

He wanted to see, he had to see, the thought had always been there. He turned on the bedside lamp, and the yellow light immediately filled the entire bedroom.

Lin Xiaoqing was shocked. She subconsciously raised her hands in front of Yue Sha, trying to block him.

The gesture made him smile, and he leaned over and took her hand, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"I …" She blinked, a mist covering her eyes.

It had been more than ten years since she had intimate memories with this man. Now, everything had turned into an excessively realistic dream. How could she not be ashamed?

In her previous life, she had often dreamed of being with him, of being in the same bed with him, of being slowly and deeply possessed by him over and over again.

At the thought of this, her face grew hot and her stomach tightened, as if to hide her embarrassment. She grabbed his face, lowered her lips, and easily set fire to the second wave of flames.

Raging flames were unstoppable. He kissed her lips, provoking her to the extreme. Her soft body was covered with his large palm, and the feel of the silk gradually caused his rationality to fade away. He couldn't help but taste every inch of her skin.