The words just fell, Cheng Zihao this scoundrel probably too into the drama, lowered his head and kissed Gu Xijun's cheeks, whispered: fortunately I did not give up waiting, so I was lucky to meet you.
Gu Xijun smiled but didn't laugh, pinched Cheng Zihao's thigh hard under the table and said playfully, "Yes, it's really my luck to meet you.
She bit the word lucky with a particularly heavy accent and threw him a scornful look, earning a hilarious laugh from Mr. Smith.
After some small talk, Gu Xijun had a preliminary understanding of the loving couple. Mr. Smith was humorous and cheerful, while his wife was polite and serene, an enviable couple.
Gu Xijun chatted with them about the interesting things that happened when she was studying abroad and had a great time. Cheng Zihao, who was sitting beside her, acted in a sweet and gentle manner, and didn't forget to pretend to take out a handkerchief to help her wipe the cream that was sticking to the corners of her lips.
For a moment, the man in front of him had a soft smile that seemed refined and poised. The thoughtfulness between his hands and feet was like a different person.
The atmosphere of the party was relaxed, and Gu Xijun would always inadvertently raise her head to meet Cheng Zihao's smiling eyes, which were like a pool of clear but bottomless lake water, and her mind was in a trance.
Which is the real Cheng Zihao? Is it the mature and capable man in the Qifan conference room, or the evil and arrogant man on the yacht? Or is it the man who came back from his business trip that night and appeared at her doorstep unguarded, sincerely saying sorry to her, exuding loneliness?
What's on your mind? Cheng Zihao leaned in to whisper in Gu Xijun's ear, his strong manly scent causing her to shiver slightly. To outsiders, they were intimate lovers, the man suave, the woman gentle and elegant.
Nothing, just a little tired. Gu Xijun gripped the delicate ceramic cup in her hand and looked awkwardly at Mrs. Smith on the side.
The night is already late, Mrs. Smith then suddenly realized: concerned about chatting, do not know that it is so late, or we will get together some other day.
Good. Cheng Zihao put down the wine glass and politely said Don t say: my baby is tired, let s get together some other day.
This sentence, baby, thundered Gu Xijun to the core. Turning back to look at the man beside her. Found that his face as usual, probably too deep into the drama, meaty words said up not shy at all.
When she left, Mrs. Smith reluctantly heldGu Xijun's hand and sincerely invited, Is Miss Gu free this weekend? Mr. Cheng asked Smith to play golf, I am not interested in these boring things, if you can also come along, we can sit aside to drink tea and chat.
My weekend... Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Zihao had already grabbed the lead and agreed for Gu Xijun.
Xiaojun she's free on weekends, we'll come together.
Mrs. Smith was so happy that she smiled and gave Gu Xijun a big hug and said, What a lovely girl, I like you very much.
Riding the tiger, Gu Xijun silently cursed Cheng Zihao many times in her heart, retaliating by backhanding his palm in her hand and ruthlessly pinching his palm with her nails. The helpless man was unmoved and only focused on saying goodbye to Mr. Smith.
Downstairs in the apartment, Gu Xijun pushed open the car door with a bellyful of resentment and walked in the direction of the elevator without looking back. In her last life, she had raked Cheng Zihao's ancestral grave, or was his father-killing enemy, and in this life, she was definitely here to collect her debt!
The moment the elevator doors opened, Gu Xijun felt a large hand caress her back behind her, driving her into the elevator.
Cheng Zihao, the play is over too. Can't you just let my ears be clean? Gu Xijun was in a buoyant mood as she shook off the large hand that was stuck to her waist, dislike written all over her cheeks.