I will send you. Cheng Zihao grabbed the button and parsed it in a beneficent tone, saying, I don't feel comfortable letting you go home alone this late at night. I heard that recently there is some kind of elevator sex fiend that likes to follow single women home.
The icy atmosphere lasted for thirty seconds, and Gu Xijun sneered nonchalantly, Elevator sex fiend, talking about you personally, right?
The corners of Cheng Zihao's lips hooked up, his sword brows lightly furrowed, and his long, narrow eyes flashed with a different light under the bright lights. He carefully surveyed the woman beside him who was biting her lip, and suddenly bent down and kissed the corner of Gu Xijun's mouth.
After being caught three or four times and then suddenly attacked, Gu Xijun finally couldn't help but lash out, raising her right hand to slap the man across the cheek.
But the petite figure was no match for the man in front of her. He tackled Gu Xijun's wrist and reminded with a smirk: Believe it or not, I will take you here?
Cheng Zihao inexplicably sneered, making Gu Xijun unable to tell if his earlier gentleness was real or not. This man's deep-seated nature made her a little vaguely worried, yet she couldn't deny it.
The scene went cold for a moment, and Gu Xijun couldn't help the weird atmosphere and took off her earrings and necklace and handed them over: give them back to you.
You keep it. Cheng Zihao's face showed displeasure.
I don't like to keep things for others. Gu Xijun replied without thinking: and the gift you sent to the office, I will dress up and send it back to you together.
With that said, she stepped out of the elevator in stride, calmly pulling her keys out of her handbag.
What I give away, I never take back. Cheng Zihao caught up and grabbed Gu Xijun's hand, stuffing the earrings and necklace that he had just taken down into her hand, his tone had returned to flat: Gu Xijun, in my lifetime, I will always be able to narrowly meet each other.
After saying that, Cheng Zihao turned around and walked into the elevator, quickly disappearing into the quiet corridor.
It wasn't until one day long after, when Gu Xijun recalled this talk by Cheng Zihao, that she profoundly realized that some encounters are sins that you can't escape.
Gu Xijun had never imagined that she would re-encounter her old friend on such an occasion.
The weekend morning was bright and refreshing. Cheng Zihao went to the apartment to pick up Gu Xijun as originally planned and met up with Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Just like his style of doing things, all the supplies for playing golf were already prepared. It was just that what Gu Xijun couldn't stand the most was the fact that the two men's uniforms were actually a couple's model.
Couple's clothes are so disgusting, thanks for thinking of it. Gu Xijun looked at Cheng Zihao's clothes in disgust, her tone full of disdain.
Frozen, Cheng Zihao then noticed that both of their clothes were light pink popo tops and white pants, and helplessly parsed: It was prepared by the new secretary.
Looking at Mrs. Smith who waved to herself in the distance, Gu Xijun woke up and returned a decent smile: don't forget, today is the second time I've accompanied you to these occasions. There are two more times, and the grudge between us will be written off.
You also don't forget that your current status is my girlfriend, don't always have a smelly face. Cheng Zihao naturally wrapped his arm around Gu Xijun's waist and took a step towards the other party.
After a few pleasantries, Mr. Smith has already impatiently declared war on Cheng Zihao: Today is a family day, we don't talk about work matters. But if you can win me a game, Monday afternoon at three o'clock, we can talk in detail about cooperation.