Chapter 33 When will I sleep back in the master bedroom?

Seeing him, Chu Shuang's bright eyes slightly curved, "Let's have hot pot tonight."

Sheng Ting looked at the table of green vegetables and beef and mutton, and paused, "I've eaten."

Hatsushimo paused for a second as she was putting the duck blood into the soup pot. "Oh, you've already eaten it."

"I called you but you didn't answer, so I sent you a message."

His phone was on the upper floor the whole time. He finally got the urge to cook, and Chushuang generously invited him, "Would you like to eat more? If you're not hungry, just eat the vegetables instead of the rice. These are all the freshest vegetables picked from the vegetable garden. I also brought back a huge box of spicy lobsters, which one person can't finish."

"Okay, I'll eat something with you."

The man took off his coat and sat down. Chu Shuang raised her eyes and handed him a pair of disposable gloves. "I ate this with Bing Bing at noon. I thought it tasted good, so I packed a portion and brought it back. Try it."

After peeling one and putting it in his mouth, Sheng Ting nodded and said, "It's really good."

After tasting the beef from the hot pot, he said, "I like this better. Mrs. Sheng's cooking skills are good."

Chu Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly responded, "Really? Then you should eat more."

Sheng Ting stopped eating halfway through. A cheerful skit was playing on the large LCD TV in the living room, and Chu Shuang felt extremely satisfied while eating and watching it.

When I looked down again, I found a plate of neatly peeled shrimp tails in front of me. I looked up at the man. He was wearing gloves and concentrating on peeling the shrimps. His slender fingers were pleasing to the eye no matter how I looked at them.

My husband is so thoughtful and caring. I don’t know why he does such good things.

After dinner, they went upstairs. Chu Shuang said she had a gift for him. The man nodded calmly and said he also had a gift for her.

Chu Shuang was still a little confused when she took the two thin cards from his hand. After seeing the signatures on them, her eyes widened slightly. "Teacher Ji Yun's autograph? How did you get it?"

"He is the person I met this afternoon."

Hatsushimo asked stupidly, "So you went to ask him for his autograph just for me?"

Sheng Ting smiled faintly, "No."

"I had an appointment, and then I remembered you said your friend liked him, so I asked for two."

"So the friend you were talking about is Teacher Ji Yun."

Whenever I meet friends, I always remember to ask for her autograph. Bingbing would be very happy if she saw this autographed photo.

Glancing at her hidden joy, Sheng Ting slowly raised his lips and said, "He is Sheng Yao's uncle, a real uncle."

Hatsushimo opened her lips and said, "So he is your relative."

"Mine?"

"Oh, then you are also my relative. What a wonderful fate, Yaoyao never mentioned it before. Bingbing will be very happy to see this, I thank you on her behalf."

Sheng Ting leaned against the sofa, "Where is my gift?"

"this."

Sheng Ting handed the suit gift box to the man and weighed it. "It's quite heavy."

The moment he opened the box and saw the clothes, his brows raised.

"I bought it based on my estimation. Try it on to see if it fits you."

While Sheng Ting was changing clothes, Chu Shuang was giving Li Bingbing autographed photos.

As expected, the chat box was bombarded with emoticons. After I briefly explained the origin of the thing, she sent a string of cute emoticons of kisses, hugs and raised hands.

[Thank President Sheng for me, and thank you, my dear A Shuang. Your husband’s love for you has benefited me as well. You deserve the gift I gave you this afternoon. I wish you a happy and harmonious life.]

After she mentioned this, Chu Shuang remembered to open the gift. The packaging was exquisite, the box had intricate and beautiful patterns, and there was a faint fragrance that slowly tempted people to explore.

When she opened it and saw the fiery red gauze, Hatsushimo didn't realize anything yet. She took out one of the top pieces and held it up to take a look -

Her eyes widened.

This is clearly a sexy bra with very little fabric.

The style is bold and hot, and Hatsumei's face gets hot just looking at it.

Li Bingbing continued to post on the phone: [I wish you a gluey and unforgettable night. 】

The man who had changed his clothes pushed open the door and came out. Chu Shuang quickly put his things away.

The moment she raised her eyes and saw the man clearly, she was stunned.

When she saw the clothes in the store, she thought they would look good on Sheng Ting. When she actually saw them, she couldn't help but be amazed.

He really did look ascetic in his attire, with a neat tie, muscular tones under his shirt, a tight vest with a narrow waist, powerful long legs and... a perky butt.

Damn it.

The one who saw this indifference must be a female Bodhisattva.

Sheng Ting buttoned his sleeves methodically, and said in a low and mellow voice, "You have a good eye. It fits me well."

Hatsushimo would just nod, "As long as you like it."

"Why is your face so red?"

"Huh? Your face? Maybe the heat is turned up."

Sheng Ting walked over and saw the gift box on the table, "Is this for me too?"

Chu Shuang was surprised and took the box, "No, this is a gift from Bing Bing..."

Seeing her nervous face, the man sneered, "I don't want yours."

With one hand on the sofa, he leaned forward to look at her. Sheng Ting asked calmly, "Why did you think of giving me a gift?"

It was a bit too close, so Hatsushimo calmed down and said, "It's a matter of reciprocity."

The man nodded. "Not bad."

Looking straight ahead, you can see his sexy thin lips, which inevitably reminds you of the gentle and charming first kiss that night in the old house.

Chu Shuang was a little confused. The man in her sight raised his hand, touched the hairpin behind her head, pulled it gently, and her hair fell.

Her hair is black and her skin is white, and her eyes are bright and charming.

She has inherited all her mother's beauty.

Sheng Ting stared at her quietly, and uttered a sentence without beginning or ending, "It would be good if tomorrow is not Monday."

Her voice seemed a little hoarse, and Chu Shuang was slightly confused. Before she could say anything, a big hand pulled her head forward, and a touch of warmth covered her lips.

The masculine aura was powerful, warm yet domineering, cold yet gentle.

This time it was no longer a superficial touch; the atmosphere was overwhelming, the teeth were broken, and it was too heated.

I was feeling agitated and uneasy, my heartbeat was irregular but I never thought of retreating.

Chu Shuang's eyes were gradually covered with mist, electric currents swirled around his body, and his consciousness became weak.

When she was distracted, Sheng Ting finally let her go.

I lowered my eyes to look at her. I saw that her breathing was slightly rapid, the corners of her eyes were red, and her facial features were covered with an indescribable look.

Perhaps a more appropriate metaphor is the lotus flowers blooming in the rain in late summer.

"When do I go back to the master bedroom?"

Chu Shuang's eyelashes trembled. Being looked at by the man with a dark gaze, she said softly, "I'm not that domineering."

It's not like she's the only one who can live in the master bedroom.

If he wants to live here, why not just come over...

Sheng Ting lowered his gaze, glanced at her sparkling red lips, and hummed softly.

“Quite domineering.”

"What would you like for breakfast tomorrow?"

The topic changed too quickly, and Chu Shuang said slowly: "Poached eggs."

"OK."

The man didn't stay overnight in the end.

The room finally returned to silence. Chu Shuang swallowed secretly, wondering why her mouth was a little dry.

When she lowered her eyes and saw the underwear box, her face turned red and she quickly hid it in the bottom layer of the cloakroom.

When I went downstairs the next day, I saw Aunt Yuan feeding the fish tank. Normally, she would be in the kitchen at this time, or she would have already prepared breakfast.

Thinking of what Sheng Ting asked last night, Chu Shuang walked towards the kitchen.