When Jiang Meixin walked out of the bedroom, she saw that Cheng Zihao had already changed into a formal dress and was leaning on the sofa smoking. She disgustedly pulled the cigarette away from his fingers and sternly lectured, Didn't you quit smoking? Why are you smoking again?
Mind your own business. Cheng Zihao rekindled one, and his gaze fell on the documents on the desktop with a preoccupied look.
Jiang Meixin sighed, went to the kitchen and poured a cup of water for herself, looked curious and collapsed on the sofa, teasingly smiled and said, I shouldn't meddle in the affairs of that beautiful woman in your room.
The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, Cheng Zihao pinched the butt out in the crystal ashtray, his gaze seemingly unintentionally skimming over Jiang Meixin's face, quickly returning to the envelope on the desktop.
How is she?
The sealed envelope, he did not open after all. There are some things that even if you have a budget in your heart, you can pretend not to know without seeing it with your own eyes.
Because of fatigue fainted, she is a bit anemic, wake up after a good conditioning on the line. Jiang Meixin looked wistfully at Cheng Zihao, sternly rebuked: but her ** with a slight tear, after waking up there will be a period of time very difficult. She looks so weak, you do not know how to take it easy?
The atmosphere seemed silent and awkward, Cheng Zihao waved his hand and said, I will have someone go to the hospital to pick up the medicine, I have to go out later, so I won't send it.
White-eyed wolf! Jiang Meixin cursed in a low voice, but her tone was not half as complaining. They had known each other for at least twenty years, and both parents were family friends. The childhood sweethearts were originally the favored couple, but unfortunately, the goddess had no heart and the king had no intention, so in the end, they could only end up with nothing.
Over the years, Jiang Meixin rarely saw Cheng Zihao surrounded by women. But there seemed to be something special about the woman lying in the room that could make him care and value her so much.
I'm the saint of gynecology and obstetrics. Don't you ever call me in here for anything. If you know that I left an operation behind to rush here, you still have the guts to give me a bad face here. Jiang Meixin complained as she packed her things.
The man beside him didn't seem to be listening, lighting a cigarette and taking two puffs before cruXing it out in the ashtray and then turning in the direction of the bedroom.
The master bedroom was a simple color palette of black and white, except for the sleeping woman who was dressed in a refreXing pinkish-purple color, which gave a hint of life to the unchanging space. Cheng Zihao sat down beside Gu Xijun, reaching out to ruffle the messy strands of hair away, revealing a small face with a tightly closed brow.
This was the first time he had carefully surveyed Gu Xijun's softly-lined side face, and the woman in front of him overlapped with the delicate figure of the pink cheongsam in his memories, and for a moment he was in a bit of a trance. Although she didn't have the looks of a city, nor did she have the beauty that made men's eyes light up, but she was superior in that her features were durable and delicate, and she had a kind of charm that made people unable to resist looking at her again and again.
The sleeping woman's brows were almost knitted together. She seemed to be having a nightmare, constantly sleep-talking, unable to hear what she was saying, and her breathing became rapid.
Cheng Zihao's raised palm was slow to fall, remembering Jiang Meixin's rebuke just now, inexplicable remorse flooded his heart. It seemed that any further touch at this moment was a sin.
The raised hand did not fall for a long time, Cheng Zihao wanted to turn around and leave, Gu Xijun's hand suddenly waved in mid-air, unconsciously holding his palm in front of his chest, murmuring: don't go, don't go...
Half a dozen times, Cheng Zihao's black eyes flickered with a different kind of luster, and he answered in a low voice: Okay, I won't go.
The collision of limbs seems to have a kind of wordless magic, so that Cheng Zihao, whose mood has always been in a tense state, slowly regained calm. Last night's mysterious phone call also became a passing cloud. Gu Xijun's well-behaved appearance as she slept gave him the illusion of a feather crossing the tip of his heart.
Tingling, as well as unusually calm and peaceful.