Chapter 36 What’s going on between you?

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room looked at Jing Zhuo with puzzled eyes.

Jing Zhuo walked downstairs without changing his expression, carrying a large bag of snacks, and stuffed it into Sui Sui's arms in full view of everyone.

The tone is calm and inclusive.

"Kids like to shout, I don't mind."

What this means is that Suisui just gave him a nickname casually.

Sui Sui's eyes widened, feeling something was wrong: "It's obviously you... mmmmmm."

Seeing this, Song Xi quickly covered Sui Sui's little mouth and interrupted her.

"Sui Sui, I'm wrong, that's not your brother-in-law!"

She turned the person around and faced her cousin's new husband, correcting him: "This is your brother-in-law. Be good, stop talking and recognize him."

Sui Sui’s attention was completely focused on the snacks, so she just let it go even if she was interrupted. She wanted to eat jelly!

Everyone thought it was a misunderstanding and just laughed it off.

Song Xi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his heart almost stopping.

Just at this time, Song Shiqian's car arrived and took Jing Zhuo to visit the drone headquarters.

Jing Zhuo greeted everyone and left.

It was quite strange to have a stranger in the house. After they left, the cousin pulled Song Xi over and asked her quietly:

"Why is that handsome guy from Beijing living in our house?"

Song Xi played dumb: "I don't know."

"Isn't he attracted to you?"

The cousin identified it at a glance: "Just now, Sui Sui called him brother-in-law, and he subconsciously looked at you. What kind of affair is there between you two?"

Song Xi's eyes flickered: "I'm not, I didn't, I never committed adultery."

Even if they did, she and Jing Zhuo were still legally husband and wife.

How can it be considered adultery?

My cousin knows Song Xi's personality. She has a big face, but she is actually reserved, introverted, timid and gentle. She can't even figure out a relationship and won't get involved with any man casually.

She shared her experience: "But it's better this way. You should stay away from him. You grew up in Sucheng. Marrying to Beijing is still too far. It's best to marry locally. Your family is here. They can be your backer if you quarrel after marriage."

Song Xi smiled stiffly and said nothing.

Firstly, she doesn't have any real family, and they won't support her when she is bullied.

Secondly, she is already married.

It's just that my relationship is unstable for the time being and I don't dare to make my husband public.

After lunch, Song Xi went to pick up the cheongsam according to the address, and then went alone to the century-old shop where she had custom-made suits.

It was her first time there, but she knew all the sizes of suits and handed a size slip to the boss.

"Boss, I want to customize a men's suit."

The elderly boss raised his head from behind the sewing machine, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and asked with a smile:

"What style do you want to customize?"

Song Xi thought for a moment and said, "It's a traditional style, used for wedding dresses."

"So you're making clothes for your fiancé."

The boss recommended several excellent styles for her to choose from.

"These sets are all very good, fashionable, and suitable for everyone. Your husband's body proportions will definitely look good in them."

Song Xi picked out a new Chinese style outfit, with a carved pattern on the fabric and two buttons on the waist. He looked elegant, calm and stylish, like a graceful young man from a noble family.

It suits Jing Zhuo's face very well.

The boss wrote down the size, collected the deposit, and finally asked her.

"Does your husband usually like to put it on the left or the right?"

Song Xi: "Ah?"

The boss gestured with his hands: "If you like the left side, move the crotch line a little to the left. If you like the right side, move it a little to the right."

Song Xi understood.

She was instantly embarrassed.

Are there such detailed requirements for custom-made suits?

But this kind of thing...how could she know whether Jing Zhuo liked to put it on the left or the right.

Only he himself knows this.

She asked silently, "Where do most people...put it?"

"It depends on the individual. Some people like the left side, some like the right side," the boss said seriously. "If a suit is a slim fit and it's not made well, it will be too tight and your husband won't be comfortable wearing it. Do you understand?"

Song Xi understands.

But this information cannot be spoken casually.

What if the gift is not suitable and he feels uncomfortable wearing it and changes direction? How embarrassing.

Her ears blushed as she said, "How about this, Boss? I'll add your WeChat and ask the person in person when I get back, then I'll send it to you."

"OK."

The boss readily showed her the QR code and asked her to scan it.

When she returned home at night, Song Xi's mind was full of left or right. She wanted to give Jing Zhuo a surprise gift, so she didn't want to ask him this question directly.

She waited in the bedroom until 9 o'clock in the evening, and finally heard the sound of the door opening in the next room.

He is back!

Song Xi immediately opened the door and greeted him.

"Hi~Good evening!"

Jing Zhuo held the door handle and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words.

It seemed as if he hadn't expected that she would take the initiative to greet him, and she calculated the timing so precisely that he would have walked in if she was a second late.

My wife was waiting for him to come back.

Jing Zhuo's eyebrows melted a little, revealing a gentle look: "Waiting for me here, is there something wrong?"

Song Xi didn't hear this. Her attention was all on the man's pants. Her eyes glanced straight at Jing Zhuo's lower body. Her serious and focused state made Jing Zhuo feel familiar for a moment.

"Song Xi?" he called out.

Song Xi quickly came back to her senses and covered up her embarrassment: "Well, you've been living at home for so long, haven't you washed your clothes? Do you want me to help you wash them?"

Under the pretense of doing laundry, I could trick his pants into my hands and then study the seams of his pants.

Jing Zhuo looked a little strange when he heard this, and looked up at her: "You want to help me wash clothes?"

"Yeah, yeah." Song Xi nodded like a chicken. "You helped me wash last time, so I'll help you wash once. It's only right that I return the favor."

Hearing her say this, Jing Zhuo pondered for a moment and said, "Then wait for me for a moment, I'll go in and take it off."

"good!"

The door was closed.

Song Xi stood at the door, feeling that success was just around the corner.

She is so smart.

It's easy to do with a little brainpower.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Jing Zhuo, dressed in a neatly-fitted shirt and trousers, extended his hand towards Song Xi.

In his slender and bony hands, he was holding a piece of dark men's underwear.

Song Xi: “???”