Chapter 87 Don't be a sore loser, come on, let's continue...
Nanxia opened the wardrobe and saw two sets of her own clothes inside, which she had left behind when she stayed overnight here some time ago.
I didn't expect him to wash it.
She quickly put on her clothes; her stockings had been torn by him yesterday afternoon and were no longer wearable, so today she could only go bare-legged with her two long, white, and slender legs.
It's very eye-catching.
Song Yanzhi's gaze lingered on her legs for a few seconds, then he frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Can't you wear pants?"
"None of your business?" Nan Xia rolled her eyes at him and went to the washroom.
Song Yanzhi also got out of bed and put on his clothes. Just a moment ago, he was exuding strong male hormones and had a charming and seductive look. After putting on a sharp black suit, he immediately became aloof and ascetic.
As the two were brushing their teeth at the sink, Nanxia looked at the man in the mirror and said indifferently, "Let's pretend nothing happened last night."
But she'll keep track of this debt for him.
"Did I, Song Yanzhi, sleep with you for nothing?" he asked coldly, glancing at her.
"Don't act innocent after getting the benefit." She was annoyed. He was the one who forced himself on her last night, and he was still saying that he didn't sleep with her for free?
"What, you still want to go find Shen Yan? You really want to marry into a wealthy family?" Song Yanzhi looked at her in the mirror and asked with a light laugh.
Why would she want to marry into a wealthy family? She has to take revenge. Her father's death cannot be in vain, and the suffering she and her mother have endured over the years cannot be for nothing!
Nanxia turned to look at him, but didn't explain. How could he understand the bitterness in her heart?
She quickly finished washing up and went outside.
Song Yanzhi turned his head and gave her a deep look... If she knew that her background was even better than Shen Yan's, would she regret it?
Will they come begging me to cover it up?
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Three days later, on Saturday.
My mother has already finished preparing the new house, and the two of them are ready to move in today.
Nanxia was packing clothes listlessly in her bedroom. She had been doing this since she got up in the morning, and she was still not finished by the afternoon.
Nan's mother was also exhausted from cleaning up outside, her back aching. She disliked housework and, after thinking for a moment, secretly sent a message to Lawyer Song.
Ask him if he has time to come and help.
About half an hour later, Song Yanzhi arrived with his servants.
When Mrs. Nan saw that he had brought a maid to help, she was especially happy. "It's really a lot of trouble for you, Attorney Song. I hope it didn't interfere with your rest today?"
"It's nothing," he said.
"Go and help pack," he said to the three servants.
"Yes, Mr. Song." The three responded and immediately got to work.
Nan Xia suddenly heard his voice, went out to look, and sure enough, it was him. Nan's mother immediately said to her daughter:
“I’ve called Attorney Song over to help. Look, he even brought a maid. Go and make a cup of coffee.”
Ever since they had sex, she has been deliberately avoiding him. They had already broken up, yet they kept getting intimate again and again. What kind of nonsense is this?
She glanced at Song Yanzhi, "We can clean up ourselves."
“The person has already been brought over, and there’s so much stuff. You can’t do housework. Even if I gave you three days, you wouldn’t be able to move it.”
Song Yanzhi spoke coldly and went to the tea room.
Nan's mother clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Attorney Song really knows you. We can't move over in five days, let alone three."
"Can't you be nicer to him? He came over to help and even went to get his own water. If you keep doing this, I'll have him come over to my house every day from now on!"
Nan Xia frowned. Sometimes she was really afraid of her mother. She immediately went to the tea room and glanced at the man standing aloof in front of the coffee machine with one hand in his pocket. She felt inexplicably depressed.
Why did he come to help?
“Go sit down, I’ll cook,” she said.
Song Yanzhi turned to look at her, knowing that she had been deliberately avoiding him these past few days, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you made up with Chen Yan these past few days?"
"I didn't go to see him." She crossed her arms and grumbled, still unsure how to resolve the situation.
That CEO Shen looks gentle, but I didn't expect him to be so individualistic. Ever since that man drove her away last time, he hasn't come looking for her again.
I never ran into him at Ruifeng either.
This is a bit tricky.
Thinking of this, she glared angrily at the man again. It was all his fault!
Upon hearing her words, Song Yanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had just finished brewing the coffee and poured it into a cup when Nanxia picked it up and left, not letting him drink it!
Song Yanzhi turned around and looked at her, feeling helpless. No matter how he tried to "discipline" this woman, she was always so shameless, and no amount of discipline was enough!
Nan Xia returned to her bedroom and continued packing her clothes. Song Yanzhi walked in, glanced at her room which was as messy as a garbage dump, and his obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.
"It's just packing things, how did you manage to make such a mess of the bedroom?"
She glanced at him; rather than letting him stand around like a big shot, she'd rather give him something to do.
"Didn't you come to help? What are you standing there for?"
Seeing that she was working listlessly and that the clothes in her suitcase were folded ugly and wrinkled, Song Yanzhi couldn't stand it. He went over, grabbed the clothes from her hands, and threw all the clothes out of the suitcase!
"What are you doing? That's the result of my hours of work!" she yelled angrily.
"You've spent hours folding this little thing, and you have the nerve to say that?" Song Yanzhi said in a deep voice, folding it for her.
Although he never does housework, he knows how to do it.
Standing beside him, Nanxia saw that he could fold his flimsy pajamas neatly and without a single wrinkle, just like the ones he bought in stores and folded by the sales assistants.
She blinked in surprise.
And, he looks pretty handsome doing housework!
He has the image of a good family man.
Nanxia was a little tired, so she went outside to get a bag of sunflower seeds and came in. She sat down on the messy bed, crossed her long legs, and casually swung her feet.
While I was cracking sunflower seeds, I watched him stand at the foot of the bed folding clothes.
A smile was hidden on his face... Hmm, it felt really good.
How could you not be happy to see the man who always opposed you and acted superior doing your work?
Song Yanzhi raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and said in a deep voice, "What are you looking at? Come here and learn from me!"
"I'm useless in this area, so don't waste your time. If you're here to help, you should act like you're helping," Nan Xia said self-deprecatingly, cracking open another sunflower seed.
"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly." He couldn't stand her smug and arrogant attitude.
"I've been tidying up all morning and I'm exhausted. If you really need help, how about I call Chen Yan over?" she said deliberately.
Song Yanzhi paused, his expression darkening, and threw down the clothes in his hand. "Then let him come over."
Seeing that he had gone on strike so quickly, Nanxia's forehead creased with annoyance. She immediately scrambled over, stuffing the clothes back into his hands while explaining...
"I was just joking, don't be such a sore loser. Come on, let's continue... I'll treat you to drinks tonight if necessary."
"Who cares about your wine?" Song Yanzhi asked with a cold snort.
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