Forget it. I just eased the relationship with her a little. I'd better not go back to the way things were before liberation.

This will save her from having to make a fuss and tear down the house.

"I'm leaving first."

Xu Qiudong's sudden change today made Song Chiyou uneasy all day long.

After get off work, I directly rejected the invitation of my office colleagues and took a taxi home, a rare luxury.

When he got home, Song Chiyou was already out of breath. He pushed open the door.

In the open kitchen, Xu Qiudong was busy cooking dinner.

Seeing Song Chiyou, Xu Qiudong turned around and said with a smile, "You're back."

The two people are like a couple.

Song Chiyou put down the key and walked to the outside of the kitchen with a full heart of doubts, "Can you cook?"

In Song Chiyou's impression, Xu Qiudong was just a rich lady who had never done housework, so how could she cook?

Xu Qiudong shrugged slightly and said, "You saw it all."

Song Chiyou still didn't quite believe it.

Don’t order takeout and heat it up when you get it home.

Thinking of this, Song Chiyou felt that it was very likely, and he leaned his head to look at the trash can in the kitchen.

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing Xu Qiudong's question, Song Chiyou calmly withdrew his gaze, then smiled faintly and said, "Do you need my help?"

Until dinner was served, Song Chiyou was still wondering what Xu Qiudong was trying to do, otherwise why would she change so much suddenly?

There must be a conspiracy.

After dinner, Song Chiyou almost couldn't help but ask directly, but luckily the words were on the tip of his tongue, so he changed the sentence: "Let me wash the dishes."

Xu Qiudong didn't refuse and said directly, "Okay."

Looking at Xu Qiudong's back, Song Chiyou's eyes changed and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Let’s see how long she can hold on!

By then, any conspiracy will be exposed.

As a result, for several days in a row, Song Chiyou did not find any wrong behavior from Xu Qiudong. However, his temper became better and better, and he became more and more to his liking.

Song Chiyou knew very well that if this continued it might get out of his control, so he began to deliberately keep his distance from Xu Qiudong.

That night,

Xu Qiudong took advantage of the time when Song Chiyou was taking a shower and secretly ran to his room.

Song Chiyou wiped his hair with a towel and came out with his head down. For a moment he didn't see Xu Qiudong sitting on the bed.

Xu Qiudong stared at Song Chiyou's naked upper body with a smile on his face. With an extremely reluctant look in his eyes, Xu Qiudong coughed lightly.

"Mr. Song."

Song Chiyou's body trembled. He pretended to be calm and took out clothes from the closet and put them on. Then he turned to look at Xu Qiudong.

"Why are you here?"

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

Song Chiyou's eyes dimmed slightly.

Finally, I can't pretend anymore, so I have to reveal my true colors.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Xu Qiudong's pink pajamas gave her an air of innocence. She gradually lowered her head and feigned sadness as she asked, "Does Mr. Song really hate me?"

Seeing this, Song Chiyou thought of how good Xu Qiudong's father had been to him, and felt a little guilty towards Xu Qiudong.

Was he that obvious?

Song Chiyou quickly smiled and comforted him, "No, how could I hate you?"

I'm sorry, I just really hate you.

Song Chiyou's expression and heart were two completely different things, but in fact, he had already answered her question in his heart.

Song Chiyou pulled up a chair, sat in front of Xu Qiudong, and said gently, "Why do you think so? Did I do something to make you unhappy?"