Chapter 10 Don't worry, it's clearing up after the rain. We have a whole night. ...
Chen Cheng was like a lost kitten on a rainy day, waiting for a soft-hearted man who was willing to hold an umbrella for her. Her whole heart felt like it was burned.
She raised and lowered her hands, not daring to accept the hug.
The fear of what happens is only temporary, and the care you get is only short-lived.
And he dispelled her doubts with a stronger hug.
They were so close to each other that she could feel the cold wetness on his body and his pounding heartbeat.
Chen Cheng hesitated for a long time, then gently raised his hand and pinched the cuff of his shirt.
Song Jili kept his head down and observed her, not missing any expression on her face when she let down her guard.
"Don't make an exception next time." Song Jili lowered his head, his warm breath hitting her head, his chin rubbing gently, like a current, numbing and rushing into her heart, and she shuddered.
This was a worry that Chen Cheng had never felt before. She couldn't control her tears and fell again. She didn't want anyone to see her loss of composure, so she buried her head in his shoulder and cried silently.
The girl's tears seeped through his shirt and burned onto his skin.
Although there was no crying, I could feel her hysteria and fear.
"Don't cry." Song Jili touched the back of her head.
Chen Cheng immediately stopped crying and dared not move.
I closed it so suddenly that I burped.
Song Jili found it funny.
He does whatever you say, but he is too obedient.
He raised his hands and patted her to comfort her.
After she had cried enough and calmed down, I took her back to the police station.
Professor Zhou and his group were waiting, and when they saw her come back, they ran up to her and asked if she was injured.
Chen Cheng shook his head, not having the energy to deal with it.
"You guys go back first." Song Jili was too lazy to give them a good look, and was worried that his bad attitude would scare Chen Cheng, who had just stopped crying, so he said coldly and led her inside.
Chen Cheng sat obediently in the corner, watching Song Jili negotiate with the police and making several phone calls.
The person on the other end should be his friend. He spoke in a casual tone and did not deliberately use too many polite words.
Song Jili didn't have time to change into clean clothes, and half of his upper body was wet.
Chen Cheng felt embarrassed when thinking about how she had just cried on his chest. She turned her head away and no longer followed him.
After the police informed him that the case was closed, Song Jili breathed a sigh of relief. He had never been as nervous as he was now when negotiating a deal worth tens of millions.
He turned around and went to the waiting area to look for Chen Cheng, but he couldn't find her there. His nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.
My eyes kept searching for her figure and I saw her in another corner.
She was trying hard to gesture to the police, but they didn't quite understand what she was trying to say.
Chen Cheng borrowed a pen and paper, wrote it down quickly and handed it to the other party.
The policeman suddenly realized what was going on and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, we don't have towels in the station. If you need them, I can go to the next door to buy some for you."
Chen Cheng waved his hand and bowed to express his gratitude.
Song Jili went up to him and asked, "Where have you been?"
Afraid of being misunderstood, Chen Cheng hurriedly explained: I want to borrow a towel from you.
I used sign language in a hurry, but then I remembered that he couldn't understand and my phone was out of battery, so I was too anxious to know how to explain it.
Song Jili lowered his eyes, grabbed her wrist, circled her into his territory, and said, "Got it, let's go."
The car was waiting outside the door early. Song Jili opened the back seat and protected Chen Cheng and got in first.
Chen Cheng didn't know where to go and looked at Song Jili helplessly.
"Come back to me." Song Jili folded his arms, leaned back lazily, closed his eyes and rested.
What about him?
It took Chen Cheng a while to understand what he meant.
"Do you want to go back to your hotel?" Song Jili opened his eyes, looking tired.
Chen Cheng rolled his eyes left and right, gestured at the shape of his luggage, and pointed in the direction of the hotel, trying to say that his luggage was still in the hotel.
Song Jili: "I asked someone to pick up the luggage."
Chen Cheng gestured blankly: Thank you.
It was not that she was surprised by his thoughtfulness, but that she thought Song Jili was so amazing. She only needed to make two gestures and he knew what she wanted to say, while others tried to guess for a long time but still failed.
The carriage became quiet. Chen Cheng huddled in a corner, watching the scenery passing by outside the window.
A phone call came in. Song Jili answered it with a sleepy tone, but his work ideas were very clear.
Chen Cheng listened quietly, not daring to turn around.
Little did she know that Song Jili behind her had been looking at her all the time, and noticed that she was eavesdropping, so he couldn't help but laugh disrespectfully.
The manager opposite thought he had said something wrong and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Song, do you need to change it again?"
"No, it's a good idea. You guys prepare the plan first and give it to Assistant Xu when you get back." Song Jili said and hung up the phone.
Chen Cheng moved closer to the door again.
"Do you have a habit of sitting on the door crack?" Song Jili asked with a sneer.
Chen Cheng stopped.
There was a muffled sound of something hitting the leather stool.
Snap——Snap——
Double tap.
Song Jili: "Sit here."
Chen Cheng turned his head. The seat was right next to him, so if he sat over to him there would definitely be physical contact.
She didn't move.
Song Jili teased, "Are you scared?"
Chen Cheng shook his head.
She was not afraid of him, but she was not used to being alone with others for a long time.
Song Jili stopped asking questions. His body was still wet. What if the cold air was passed on to her and her small body couldn't handle it? What if she caught a cold?
He didn't want to take care of the patient right after finding the person.
He looked away, leaned back on his stool, and continued to close his eyes and rest.
There was a rustling sound around me.
Chen Cheng slowly moved over and sat down at the place where he had just casually taken a photo.
She moved her upper body first, but her center of gravity was unstable and she swayed a few times. Before she fell, Song Jili grabbed her arm, lifted her up effortlessly, and brought her directly to his side.
In desperation, Chen Cheng grabbed his little arm. The man was full of strength and his muscles were tense. The moment their skin touched, her palm was like fire, and it rushed to the pit of her heart.
"You come over when I call you? Are you so obedient?" Song Jili asked jokingly.
Chen Cheng's face flushed red, he shook off his hand, and glared at him before running back to his original position.
The threat did not pose any threat to his life, but it actually aroused Song Jili's playfulness.
I always want to tease her and like her to show many little expressions instead of just lowering her head to hide her emotions.
When the car arrived at the hotel gate, Chen Cheng didn't wait for the driver to open the door himself, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked quickly inside.
Song Jili followed behind slowly and said with a smile: "Walk slowly, I won't chase you."
Chen Cheng had to wait for him because he didn't know the room number.
Song Jili is a playboy who never compromises himself. He lives in the best hotel in the area. If it weren't for business needs, he might live in a villa in the suburbs.
Chen Cheng, who has almost never left the control of his family, has very little experience of staying in a hotel.
Standing in the luxuriously decorated hall, she clenched her hands, feeling uneasy.
When Song Jili entered the room, the waiter came over with a smile, handed him a clean towel, and asked kindly, "Mr. Song, how can I help you?"
Song Jili took the towel and wiped his hair casually, put it in the waiter's hand, and strode towards Chen Cheng.
"A pot of hot ginger soup, please."
Thinking that he wanted to drink it, he said, "Put some ginger in it, give it to her, and make it sweet."
The waiter smiled and said OK.
Chen Cheng followed Song Jili to the top floor suite, got out of the elevator, ran up to him, grabbed his sleeve, and gestured to him:
Thank you.
Song Jili looked down at her feet, grabbed her arms, and supported her forward: "Did you rub your feet?"
Chen Cheng nodded slowly.
Song Jili picked her up and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
It was clearly a reproachful tone, but there was a hint of fondness in it.
Chen Cheng cried out in silent surprise and hunched his shoulders.
Song Jili stretched out his long legs, walked into the house, put her on the sofa, and turned to look for the medicine box.
Before Chen Cheng could react, he squatted in front of her, took off her shoes, and without caring about the dirt, placed them directly on his knees, took off her socks, and disinfected them with iodine.
Stepping on his thigh was such an offensive act that my calves couldn't help but go weak.
Song Jili treated the wound and cleaned it up neatly. He was very skilled in treating simple external injuries and seemed to have done it many times.
"Sit for a while, I'll go clean up." Song Jili got up and went into the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, Chen Cheng realized that he would be alone in the room with Song Jili tonight.
In order not to show her timidity, she huddled in a corner of the sofa, looking at the bustling night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
After Song Jili came out of the shower, Chen Cheng still maintained the original sitting position without moving.
The doorbell rang, and Chen Cheng's luggage was delivered. Song Jili walked to the center of the room and asked her, "Take a shower? Or sit for a while?"
Chen Cheng stood up and pointed towards the bathroom.
"Go ahead." Song Jili could see that she was very nervous, and walked towards the bar in the opposite direction of the bathroom.
Chen Cheng trotted into the house pushing his luggage and took almost an hour to finish washing.
In fact, I didn’t know how to face Song Jili, especially in such an ambiguous place like a hotel.
She went out of the bedroom and stood against the wall.
Song Jili was wearing a bathrobe that was loosely pulled over his body, with the neckline open to his mermaid line, revealing his eight-pack abs. They were not engorged, but had a thin layer of muscle that was not overly strong, giving more beauty.
He was mixing a cocktail, his movements were smooth and the crisp sound of the ice cubes hitting each other was particularly pleasant to the ears.
Suddenly I understand why many people like to go to the bar and order a cocktail to end a busy day.
Soon, a cup of light green mojito was prepared. He garnished it with a small piece of mint leaf, looked up at her, and asked with a smile: "Want to try it?"
Chen Cheng had never drunk alcohol before and felt it was a novelty. He walked to the high stool opposite him and stood on tiptoe several times but failed to sit on it.
Song Jili walked around the bar, came behind her, pushed the stool down lightly, and helped her sit on it.
He was so close that his chest was almost touching her back. He smelled the same scent of shower gel as she was wearing, and his ears started to feel warm.
She let go of her hands and the stool lifted her up, leaving her feet hanging in the air. She could only sit still.
A blank sketchbook and colored pencils appeared in Chen Cheng's sight, followed by Song Jili.
"Want to chat for a while?" Song Jili did not sit at the bar, but pulled over the high stool next to him and sat down.
Compared to her, he is much more capable and his long legs can touch the ground.
Chen Cheng saw the two people sitting through the floor-to-ceiling window.
She huddled awkwardly on the stool, while he sat on a high stool like a lead singer singing lyrical music in a bar, leaning lazily on the bar, looking very relaxed.
Their pajamas styles are also very different.
She was wearing a pure cotton pajamas with long sleeves and long pants, and he was wearing a soft satin robe.
It is hard to imagine that two unmatched styles are sitting together at this moment, less than half a meter apart.
Chen Cheng took the sketchbook and wrote: "What to talk about?"
Song Jili tapped the marble table with his index finger, propped up his chin, and looked at her with a smile: "Do it one by one, don't rush, we have a whole night."
Chen Cheng: "What if I don't want to?"
She put down her pen and prepared to jump off the stool, but Song Jili quickly grabbed the corner of the stool and turned her to him: "I've been caught in the rain all night, please give me a favor, okay?"
Having said that, Chen Cheng felt that he owed him a favor for what happened tonight, so he reluctantly picked up the pen and wrote, "Ask me."
Song Jili asked: "Do you remember my number?"
What a strange question! Chen Cheng shook his head.
Song Jili took her pen and slowly wrote down the number: "Memorize it."
Chen Cheng glanced at it and found it was not difficult to remember and it went smoothly.
But he said he would carry her on his back, so she pursed her lips and looked unhappy.
"Next time if you don't know the way, lend me your phone and call my number." Song Jili closed the pen and put it back on the bar.
After saying that, he got up and went back to the bedroom.
Chen Cheng looked at the string of numbers on the board and fell into a brief confusion.
Didn't she want to chat? She was ready to be grilled from beginning to end, but in the end he asked her to memorize his number, and it was for emergency use.
A dim light from the bar shone directly on the mojito, illuminating a faint water light. Bubbles rose to the surface of the water and exploded, and you could smell the slightly sweet smell of alcohol in the air.
Out of curiosity, Chen Cheng picked it up and took a sip. The impact on his taste buds instantly sobered him up.
Maybe it was because of the addition of lime, the taste of alcohol was not very strong, and the refreshing aroma tempted her to take another sip.
I drank half of it without realizing it. It wasn't without any adverse reactions, I just felt a little hot.
Song Jili leaned against the bedroom door, folded his arms and watched the girl drink the drink he mixed in small sips, just like a guinea pig eating, which was funny and cute.
"She's asleep." Song Jili interrupted her. Not knowing how much she could drink, he didn't dare to let her drink any more.
Chen Cheng was so startled that he almost knocked over his wine glass.
Judging from the sounds coming from the room, Song Jili had already lay down.
Chen Cheng was dumbfounded. Are we really going to sleep in the same room tonight?
After more than ten minutes of mental preparation, Chen Cheng washed up and walked to the bedside.
Song Jili was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at information on his tablet. She came over, just glanced up, and then continued with her work.
It was a very natural performance, as if they had lived together for a long time.
"Not used to it?" he asked. "Why don't you sleep in the room and I'll go outside."
Chen Cheng quickly walked to the other empty bed and shook his hands several times.
Her cell phone was on the bedside table. It had been connected to the charger at some point and was almost fully charged.
"No need to force it." Song Jili put down the tablet and mentioned something else, "Your mother called you but your phone was turned off, so she called me."
Chen Cheng was nervous and took the phone to type: "What did she say?"
"I know you accidentally got lost when you came to Zangdu."
"Her current health condition is not optimistic."
Chen Cheng half-knelt on the bed with a look of despair on his face. He couldn't imagine how angry his mother must be.
"I said I didn't think highly of you." Song Jili originally wanted to tease her and couldn't bear to see her startled look. This was not a joke to her, but she was really afraid that her extraordinary behavior would cause Chen Aoshuang's dissatisfaction.
He said, "Next time she asks you about it, just say it was my fault."
Chen Cheng didn't dare to bother Song Jili anymore and shook his head.
"Don't think too much, just take a rest." Song Jili lifted the quilt and walked out of the bedroom.
Chen Cheng looked at his receding back, then glanced at the messy half of the bed.
He was living well here, but when she came, she not only took his place, but also sent him to sleep in the living room. She caused trouble and was rude, which made him feel very embarrassed.
She found the living room and handed over her cell phone under Song Jili's gaze. There was a typed message on the memo.
"Thank you for helping me today. You can go back to your room and sleep. I can sleep in the living room."
After Song Jili finished reading, he opened his eyelids and looked at the cautious girl in front of him. She was anxiously waiting for his "verdict", and his flattering intentions were too obvious.
She suddenly understood why her face turned pale after hearing that Chen Aoshuang knew that she had accidentally got lost when she came to Tibet.
She was very clear about her position in the Shen family.
Living under someone else's roof, in order to avoid trouble, she complies with everyone's wishes, neither disobeys nor does anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps she herself does not even realize that she is habitually trying to please others.
"I can't bear to let you sleep in the living room." Song Ji smiled politely.
Chen Cheng was about to decline.
He stood up, put his arm around her neck and walked towards the bedroom.
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