be terribly upset
On the highway from the airport to Hengdian, a black Maybach was driving in the night. The scenery outside the window was changing in spots. The headlights shone on the green belt on one side of the road, and the shadows of the trees were dim, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
"The hotel where Madam is staying has only one ordinary king-size bed room left."
Chen Lie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was looking through the hotel booking software. After hesitating for a few seconds, he politely asked the man who was resting his eyes in the back seat.
Hengdian is in the peak tourist season, and almost all the better hotels are booked in advance. What's more, the hotel designated by Mr. Zhou is very well-known on the Internet, so it is difficult to reserve a room at this time of year.
In addition, they booked tickets to return home at the last minute, and it was already evening when they arrived at the airport. He did not have time to book a room, so he could only contact his colleague in China before the flight took off and asked him to help call the hotel front desk. After several twists and turns, he was able to barely book this king-size room.
However, it is more or less inappropriate to let the boss, who is used to living in a luxurious suite and is out of touch with the world, stay in an ordinary king-size bed room.
There was one key point that puzzled him. It was not as if the proprietress had no rooms in the hotel, so why did the boss need to book a new one? Can't the couple sleep in separate rooms?
Zhou Qishen sat back in his chair, his long legs crossed on his knees, his eyes tightly closed, his right hand resting on his forehead and rubbing his brow. The accumulated fatigue over the past few days made his temples ache slightly. Hearing this, he just said calmly, "Let's take that one."
The moonlight shone on the side of his face, with half of his outline hidden in the darkness. His nose bone was highlighted by the hazy moonlight, and his eyebrows and eyes were clear and distinct, making him look like a work of art that could not be desecrated.
After receiving the instructions, Chen Lie immediately carried out what he wanted. After everything was done, his tense nerves slowly relaxed and he secretly thanked God that his boss did not blame him for his poor performance.
This trip to New Zealand was really tight. The originally planned two-week schedule was compressed by one third without affecting work. I was supposed to attend a dinner tonight, but my boss cancelled it and I returned home early.
But the destination for returning home was not Beijing, but Hengdian.
Chen Lie then realized why the boss did this. It turned out that he wanted to return home to see the boss's wife as soon as possible.
Faced with such high-intensity work, jet lag, and forced overtime, although Chen Lie felt very tired, he had no complaints. It was not because he empathized with the capitalists and felt that the boss was as tired as he was, nor was it because he was a humble worker and could not do anything about it.
It was because the boss not only increased his salary this month to three times the original amount, but also promised to give him a promotion and a raise starting next month. Now that the money was in place, everything was naturally easy to talk about.
Since entering the society, he has suffered several beatings. Compared with the vampire capitalists who only know how to make big promises and exploit their employees, his boss is many times better. He treats his employees as human beings, provides all the benefits they deserve, and even gives out gold coins and bonuses from time to time. He is a perfect candidate for a boss.
Moreover, although the boss is the nth generation of a wealthy family business owner, he does not have the bad habits of wealthy people in the traditional sense of the public. He does not indulge in alcohol, sex, money, or violence. He is gentlemanly, polite, mature, steady, well educated and capable, and most importantly, he is so handsome.
Who wouldn’t want to have a boss who is excellent in all aspects? So he really didn't want to lose this job.
Chen Shu glanced at the man in the back seat who was resting with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror, cleared his throat, and kindly suggested, "Mr. Zhou, you and your wife haven't seen each other for so long, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers or something?"
"Flowers?" Zhou Qishen opened his eyes, raised his eyelids slightly and looked forward, as if he was interested in what he said.
"Generally, when couples and young lovers have been apart for a long time, the man will buy a bouquet of flowers to cheer the woman up."
Seeing his reaction, Chen Lie guessed that he was not the type to actively please others. He probably had never done something like buying flowers before, so he took the initiative to take on this task: "How about I watch you buy them?"
The light in the car was dim, and Zhou Qishen rejected his kindness without even thinking: "No, let me take a look first."
This means that he still has to buy flowers, but he wants to choose the types of flowers himself and doesn't need Chen Lie's help.
Chen Lie agreed when he heard it. That's right. If he wanted to pick and buy flowers for his wife, of course he had to do it himself. This would show his sincerity. If he had to delegate everything to others, that would be meaningless.
Chen Lie waited quietly. After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qishen's deep voice sounded again in the quiet carriage: "How about this?"
Chen Lie turned his head and saw a slender hand reaching out a mobile phone from the middle of the seat. The lit screen showed a picture of a bouquet of roses with pink and white as the main colors, which are quite common on the market.
"It looks good." Chen Lie said without hesitation.
"What about this one?" Zhou Qishen slid the album to the left and changed the picture.
“It looks good too.”
"This one?" He changed another one.
“It seems pretty good.”
His tangled and difficult expression made Zhou Qishen doubt his answer. He frowned and remained silent for a while, then sat back and asked a fatal question: "Which one do you think is the best looking?"
Chen Lie recalled the different colored flowers he had just seen, and for a moment he had difficulty making a decision. He hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't explain it clearly. He could only say in a fair way: "I think they are all beautiful... How about you choose one yourself, and keep the others first? I will give them to you later?"
In fact, he didn't have much experience in choosing flowers for girls. According to his straight male perspective, his favorite combination was red roses and black wrapping paper. After all, classics never go out of style and you can never go wrong with them as gifts.
He originally thought that the boss's preferences would be similar to his, but he didn't expect that all the colors he chose were soft and light. From a girl's perspective, she should like this type of thing.
Zhou Qishen looked down at the "Guide to Sending Flowers to Boyfriend" in the search bar. The variety of bouquets was so dazzling that it was difficult to choose. He carefully looked through the feedback in the comment section and saved a few pictures with the most likes and positive reviews.
He seldom sent flowers to others. The only two times he went to a flower shop were for the birthdays of female elders in his family. He received comments that he did not understand women, romance, and had extremely poor taste in choosing flowers, so he asked Chen Lie for his opinion.
But obviously, Chen Lie doesn't understand women either.
In order to ensure that the first flower delivery was not wrong, Zhou Qishen hesitated for a long time and sent the one with the highest reviews to Chen Lie: "This is it, go and order it."
Chen Lie was right about one thing. If you have too many flowers, you can just give them away slowly in the future.
If she doesn't like this bouquet, try another one next time. If you give her a bouquet more often, she will eventually find one she likes.
*
When Jiang Xiao saw the text message for the first time, she was shocked at first, and then she was ecstatic. It really proved the saying: Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear.
When the doorbell rang for the second time, she couldn't wait to struggle to get up and open the door.
The moment the door opened, what came into view was not Zhou Qishen's face, but a large bunch of pink and blue gradient Verina hydrangeas, interspersed with white lisianthus flowers. The silver wrapping paper surrounded the flowers in an orderly manner, looking high-end and elegant.
Her eyes moved upwards, and a handsome face almost buried in the flowers suddenly caught her eyes.
At that moment, her breathing stagnated slightly and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
Zhou Qishen seemed to have dressed up before coming. He was dressed casually in a simple solid white T-shirt with the hem tucked into his black suit pants. The elastic tight fabric made the muscles on his chest more obvious. His waist was slender and perfect, so perfect that people could not take their eyes away.
Maybe he didn't wipe his hair clean, the ends were still wet, and his smoothly combed bangs lay neatly on his forehead, making him look cute. However, his handsome eyes were full of maturity and competence accumulated over the years, which diluted the youthfulness that his hairstyle brought to him.
It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and Zhou Qishen was also looking at her, but as he looked at her, his expression gradually became gloomy and deep.
She seemed to be taking a rest, and she was only wearing a gauze-like silk suspender nightgown. The fabric was very smooth and fitted, short to the base of the thighs, and the almost transparent lotus pink color made her jade-like skin faintly visible under the light, revealing the ravines of her vagina.
The hem of her skirt undulates as she walks, as if you could glimpse the spring beauty hidden under the skirt in the next second.
Zhou Qishen frowned immediately. He was wearing such private clothes, yet he came to open the door without any precautions. If the person coming was not him, then...
He didn't want to think about it any further, so he quickly looked around and was relieved to see that there was no one else in the corridor except him.
"you……"
Just as he was about to speak up to remind her that her attire was inappropriate, the person in front of him suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar and shoulder blades, and without saying anything, pulled him into the room.
Zhou Qishen was caught off guard and stumbled. At the critical moment, he reached out his hand to support the cold and hard wall and barely managed to stabilize his body. However, before he could react, a soft and boneless body pressed up against him.
In a trance, a faint sweet fragrance rushed into his nose. The distance between them was too close, so he couldn't tell whether it was the scent of flowers or her body odor.
She pushed him against the wall on the side of the entrance, rested her elbow on his chest, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed it against the center of his soft lips. Her beautiful eyes moved, as charming as a fairy: "Don't move."
Zhou Qishen's whole body was stiff, as if he was bound by an invisible rope, unable to move or break free, with his hands hanging in the air. For a moment, he didn't know whether to push her away or not.
Soon, the sound of a door closing rang beside his ear, disturbing his mind.
Everything in front of me is driving me crazy.
Snap!
The flowers fell to the ground at some point.
Faced with Jiang Xiao's warning that she posed no threat at all, Zhou Qishen somehow calmed down, his whole back leaning tightly against the wall, his eyes lowered, staring blankly at the woman who was only a fist away from him.
His reaction gave Jiang Xiao the illusion that he was bullying a decent woman. The corner of her eye twitched, but she had to do the "experiment", so she still "attacked" him, slowly stretched out her hands to wrap around his waist, and then buried half of her face in his broad chest.
His body was soothing and cool, while hers was impatient and hot.
The warm light in the room creates an enchanting atmosphere. In the silence, ambiguity permeates unscrupulously, making people hold their breath unconsciously.
The non-stop heartbeats were extremely loud. I didn't know where they came from, but they seemed to never stop, thump, thump, thump, like the beating of a drum, each one getting louder and louder.
Jiang Xiao couldn't help but look up, looking at the man's taut jaw, and raised her eyebrows teasingly: "Mr. Zhou, your heartbeat is so noisy."
Zhou Qishen's wing-like eyelashes trembled because of his forbearance, and a trace of helpless shame and anger flashed in his usually bottomless black eyes. His breathing became warm and heavy, and he stared at the pale little face in front of him.
Her round eyes looked particularly innocent and clear, but the smirk at the corner of her mouth was too blatant, revealing that she was not at peace at the moment.
This sentence made Zhou Qishen believe that she was just trying to play a trick on him, but he couldn't say the words of blame. His Adam's apple kept rolling and he tried hard to suppress the surging blood.
After a while, he chuckled, "It's obviously yours."
"I'm not sure." Jiang Xiao blinked, feeling the vibration in her chest, and did not deny it.
Zhou Qishen was speechless at her frankness. He turned his head away as if defeated, avoiding her direct gaze. His ears hidden in his black hair turned completely red.
About two minutes later, Jiang Xiao clearly felt that the dizziness she had just felt had faded a lot. She used her free hand to touch her face, and the originally extremely hot temperature seemed to be gradually decreasing.
The guess was confirmed, and Jiang Xiao's heart finally died.
It seems that Zhou Qishen is not only her life-saving device, but also her spiritual food, which is related to her life and physical condition.
This was not a good thing for her. It was not her wish to depend on others.
But fate plays tricks on us, damn it.
Jiang Xiao was upset. She pressed her head heavily against his chest, poking him with her fingertips from time to time, and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, can you sacrifice yourself and be a free pendant for me? The kind that's inseparable from me?"
She sighed, her voice sounded hoarse, and she had a feeling of helplessness and resignation.
"What?" Zhou Qishen didn't understand what she said, but he could hear the sob in her voice. His eyes suddenly became turbulent. He gently pushed her away and said in a flustered tone, "Are you crying?"
The tip of Jiang Xiao's nose was red, her lips were pouting, her eyes were moist, and two tears hung on her curled eyelashes, about to fall, which made people feel distressed.
Zhou Qishen couldn't help but raise his fingers to wipe her tears. As soon as they touched, the hot tears flowed along his fingertips to his finger bones, slowly sliding into his palm, burning all the way to the bottom of his heart, causing ripples.
When Jiang Xiao heard his question, she realized that she was crying. She blinked and two more tears fell. The next second, the slightly cool fingertips covered her cheek again and wiped them away quickly and neatly.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhou Qishen frowned even more, and asked again in a softer voice: "Why are you crying?"
Jiang Xiao pursed her lips tightly, and her red lips moved for a moment, as if she was struggling with something inside, and she didn't say the last word.
Perhaps he saw her embarrassment, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he didn't ask any more questions with understanding: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it."
He had experienced her ability to make shocking statements before, and the answer she forced out would probably be hard for others to accept.
Thinking back on everything that happened after he appeared at her door, he was really confused. He pondered over what she had just said and felt even more confused. If he didn't know clearly that Jiang Xiao had no feelings for him, he would have regarded it as a disguised confession. After all, her words and deeds showed that she couldn't live without him, but the fact was that it was impossible.
The woman's subtle sobbing sounded in his ears. Zhou Qishen wanted to comfort her, but he didn't have the ability to do so. After holding it in for a long time, he could only utter a dry sentence: "Okay, okay, don't cry."
"Just tell me if you're willing or not." She clutched his sleeve tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, crying: "We are husband and wife, we should be together all the time, but, but why are you so busy?"
"I haven't seen you for more than 20 days in a row. Do you think you are being a little too much?"
They were only getting married by agreement, so logically they didn't have to agree with each other on everything. However, she seemed to have forgotten this and accused him of not fulfilling his duties as a husband.
Such a familiar scene brought Zhou Qishen back to the night when she tricked him into thinking he was her husband. He smiled with an ambiguous tone and followed her words, "Well, maybe a little bit."
"Can't you just put aside the work at hand? You should have come earlier. Why go to New Zealand..." Jiang Xiao sniffed, perhaps knowing that she was in the wrong, and the end of her voice became lower and lower, like a sigh-like murmur.
He remembered that she said work was more important and it didn't matter whether she came or not. It seemed like she was saying that?
But in order to stop her from crying suddenly, he took the blame on himself: "It's my fault."
Jiang Xiao was a little overwhelmed by his gentle and permissive attitude, and her fingertips tightened unconsciously. From his point of view, she was just losing her temper for no reason and was acting very annoying. She couldn't understand why he allowed her to do whatever she wanted again and again.
Now it can be explained that they are married, but what about before?
However, before she could think further, the man's clear and sweet voice called her back to her senses: "Don't cry anymore?"
It sounded gentle and smiling, casual but with a hint of hoarseness and numbness.
Jiang Xiao stared at him blankly, and suddenly said: "If I don't cry anymore, can you sleep with me tonight?"
This request was really beyond the line and absurd, with truth and falsehood mixed together. Zhou Qishen could no longer distinguish them. He leaned back in silence, looking at her with deep eyes full of scrutiny: "Are you serious?"
Jiang Xiao's heart trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed with uneasiness. She couldn't help curling her fingers and assured him in a coquettish way: "Don't worry, I have absolutely no improper thoughts about you."
She admitted that she had some bad intentions, but they were not demands for his body.
Her part tomorrow is very important, and will be filmed almost from morning to night, so she must not mess it up. She doesn't want to drag down the progress of the entire crew because of her personal factors. However, given her current weak physical condition, it would be difficult for her to last a whole day, so she can only rely on him to restore her strength, at least not to almost faint like she did just now.
Based on Zhou Qishen’s reaction just now, he should agree to her.
But his words made Jiang Xiao's expression freeze.
"But I do."
What is it? Is that undue expectation?
Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Xiao's body shrank slightly. Meeting his dangerous black eyes, she subconsciously took half a step back.
A strong arm quickly wrapped around her waist, blocking her steps to escape. The man's strong upper body leaned towards her, forcing her to bend her waist downward, trying her best to increase the distance between them.
Unlike the cool hand on her waist, his breath that suddenly approached her was extremely hot with a strong invasion, lingering on her cheeks, and the desire in his eyes was about to burst out, as if he would swallow her up in the next second.
At this moment, I don't know whether to blame him for showing such misleading kindness, or to blame herself for not being on guard enough. How could she forget that he was a hot-blooded man and put herself in danger without knowing it?
Jiang Xiao panicked, closed her eyes and turned her head to avoid his approaching lips.
After a while, I heard an inappropriate sneer in my ear: "Xiaoxiao, with your little courage, how dare you make such an invitation?"
Jiang Xiao's mind went blank. She realized the inappropriateness of her words and bit her lip tightly, wanting to explain something. But when she turned around and saw his cold face, she froze in place.
When he wasn't smiling, his aura was too cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes, which were filled with coldness that was soaked in snow.
Jiang Xiao's earlobes were red and bleeding, her heart suddenly tightened, and she said woodenly, "I was offended."
"Xiaoxiao, you don't like me." Zhou Qishen lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her round fingertips grabbing his sleeves, and warned solemnly: "Don't say such things to me, I'm not a good person, I might lose control."
Seeing that he looked unhappy, Jiang Xiao lowered her eyes in silence and nodded slightly.
Zhou Qishen had intended to scare her, but he stopped there. He released her hands that were restraining her and pretended to be calm while looking away.
She didn't know where she got the courage to let a man she had only known for less than a month stay overnight. If he had any bad intentions or couldn't suppress his desire, he would most likely take her words as seduction and pounce on her on the spot without any scruples.
What's more, she is dressed like this.
After calming down, Zhou Qishen walked past her and wanted to leave first: "I'm leaving."
However, the woman didn't learn her lesson and held his hand: "Don't."
"Well, we haven't seen each other for a long time, let's chat." Jiang Xiao looked at him nervously, her mind very confused.
But the only thing I was sure of was that I couldn't let him go like this. I was afraid that he would misunderstand me again, so I emphasized in a very low voice: "It's just a chat. I won't do anything to you... Of course, you can't do anything to me either."
“…”
The air was silent and an awkward atmosphere filled the room.
"When did you return to the country?" Jiang Xiao was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that he hadn't said anything, she took it upon herself to assume that he agreed. She pretended to be calm and made small talk while squatting down to pick up the fallen bouquet.
I don't know who stepped on the bouquet several times, the petals were broken, and several flowers became crooked, losing their original beauty.
Jiang Xiao simply tidied it up with her hands, but still couldn't restore it to its original appearance. She smiled awkwardly: "Uh, this flower..."
"I'm returning to my country today. I don't want these flowers anymore since they're dirty. I'll send them to you next time." Zhou Qishen looked at them without much concern and disposed of the flowers casually.
"For me?" Jiang Xiao was a little surprised. She didn't expect Zhou Qishen to send her flowers.
Her eyes could not help but return to the bouquet. No girl would dislike receiving flowers, and she was no exception. Her depressed mood suddenly became much better, and she smiled and said, "Thank you."
Zhou Qishen was bewitched by her smile. His tense expression relaxed a little, and his voice softened as well: "Let's go in and talk."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiao was about to get up, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a black bag blocked by Zhou Qishen's legs, leaning against the door. She had no impression of the packaging, and it didn't seem to be hers.
Jiang Xiao raised her eyes again and looked at Zhou Qishen: "Did you bring this too?"
After her reminder, Zhou Qishen remembered that he had prepared other gifts besides flowers. He immediately bent down to pick it up and handed it to her: "Well, I happened to see it when I was in New Zealand. I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it."
Did you think of her while shopping? It's hard not to think about this in an ambiguous way.
Jiang Xiao stood up holding the flowers, took them and glanced into the bag. There was an exquisite packaging box inside, but she didn't know what was inside, so she asked curiously, "What is it?"
Facing her eyes that were sparkling with expectation, Zhou Qishen raised the corners of his lips and answered nonchalantly, "It's just an ordinary set of jewelry."
jewelry? Jiang Xiao became interested and wondered what style he would choose. She wanted to open it and take a look immediately. However, it was somewhat inappropriate to open it in front of the gift giver, so she held back for the time being and raised her hand to motion Zhou Qishen to come into the living room to chat.
Looking at the tall figure walking along the entrance into the room, a ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Jiang Xiao's mind.
Why is he like a little boy who meets up with his long-distance lover after a breakup, giving flowers and gifts, making it so formal...
Zhou Qishen was walking in front and noticed the things scattered on the floor beside the table. This unusual scene made his handsome eyebrows frown suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Jiang Xiao: "What's going on?"
Jiang Xiao looked over and saw the mess she hadn't cleaned up in time. She was stunned for a moment, then explained: "I almost fainted just now, and I accidentally bumped into the table, and then..."
"Fainted?" Zhou Qishen looked her up and down. She looked like a fine person, so how could she suddenly faint?
"I'm sick and not feeling well. I wanted to call my assistant to come and take care of me, but you just happened to come." Having said this, Jiang Xiao suddenly stopped, her eyes rolling rapidly, as if she was thinking of some bad idea.
After a while, she pretended to be calm and told a small lie: "The reason why I want you to stay here overnight is actually to ask you to take care of me for the whole night."
Zhou Qishen's face darkened and he asked, "If it's for this, why didn't you just say it directly?"
Of course, it was because she was too nervous and didn't think of using this excuse to fool people.
I thought so, but I couldn't say it out loud. Jiang Xiao's eyes wandered twice, and she imitated the system to pass the blame: "You didn't give me a chance to say it..."
Zhou Qishen sighed helplessly and asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"
Jiang Xiao repeated what the doctor said: "I went, and the doctor said it was nothing serious, it was just caused by being too tired recently."
Zhou Qishen was relieved after hearing that. He looked around the messy room, frowned involuntarily, and said, "If you feel unwell, go to bed as soon as possible. I'll clean up here."
"No.
Before Jiang Xiao finished her next words, he had already bent down to pick up things on the ground, one by one, quickly. In a short while, he had cleaned the floor and then walked towards the sofa area.
The wide straight sofa was in a mess, with a coat here, a blouse there, and a few brand-name bags thrown around randomly. On the coffee table not far away, used paper towels, mineral water bottles, and the takeaway she hadn't finished this morning were piled up like a mountain, looking very unkempt.
Jiang Xiao's cheeks felt hot, and she quickly stopped him: "Don't worry about that, I'll ask someone to clean it tomorrow."
She was used to being served since she was a child. In the past, there was always a housekeeper at home to help her clean up and quickly restore the messy and dirty areas to their new state, which resulted in her having no concept of cleaning in a timely manner.
The hotel has room service, and usually someone cleans the room on time, but because she was not in good health today, she refused the service and never expected to leave such a big mess.
Zhou Qishen had been keeping an eye on Jiang Xiao. Seeing that she was trying to come over to stop him, he turned around and gave her a look.
Jiang Xiao stopped unconsciously and watched him lose his former elite image. He picked up the takeaway bag on the table and gathered the garbage together with skillful movements. He stuffed the garbage into the bag neatly. Soon, the coffee table was cleaned up.
Jiang Xiao was stunned. All the rich kids she knew were incredibly lazy. They wished someone would serve them when they ate, drank, defecated and urinated. How could they take the initiative to do the dirty housework? Not to mention Zhou Qishen, who was not on the same level as them and was so high and mighty.
But she didn't expect that he could not only do it, but also do it so quickly and well, without any disgust, which completely broke her stereotype.
Jiang Xiao hesitated for a moment, she definitely couldn't let Zhou Qishen help her clean up alone, her eyes fell on the big bag of takeout garbage in his hand, she took the initiative to go over and help take it and put it in the entrance.
However, as soon as she stretched out a hand, Zhou Qishen dodged it sideways. Perhaps because he saw that she was disobedient, he urged her, "I can clean up here quickly. You should go to bed first."
Seeing him insist again and again, Jiang Xiao pursed her lips, looked at the half-cleaned table, and thought that he was right. A job that could be done by one person did not need help from others.
"Thank you very much." Jiang Xiao thanked him politely. Before leaving, she remembered something and asked carefully, "Are you still leaving?"
Zhou Qishen raised his eyes and stared at her, not missing the nervousness that flashed across her eyes. He wondered if anyone had told her that her little thoughts were really easy to guess, and everything she was thinking was clearly shown on her face, easy to understand.
This is a good point, as it means you are sincere and have no ulterior motives. However, it is also not a good point, as it is easy for bad people to take advantage of you.
Zhou Qishen said: "I won't leave. I will stay and take care of you."
Jiang Xiao got the answer she wanted and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go back to my room first. There's a sofa here. If you're not used to sleeping there, there's also a guest room."
She lived in the best suite in the hotel, which had a layout similar to that of an apartment, with more than one room for Zhou Qishen to rest.
"I'll see to it." Zhou Qishen hummed lightly and raised his eyebrows: "Good night."
He said it naturally and ambiguously. Jiang Xiao's heart skipped a beat. She tried her best to maintain her calm exterior. "Good night."
After she finished speaking, she hurriedly turned her eyes away to hide her inner throbbing, and turned back to her room as if escaping.
She placed her slender hand on the door handle, hesitated for two seconds, and finally did not lock it.
Jiang Xiao put the flowers and the bag on the cabinet and went into the bathroom. When she passed the sink, she was almost startled by herself reflected in the mirror.
Because she had just shed tears, her entire eye sockets were red, and the remaining tear marks were messy. The thin clothes could not completely cover her graceful and slender figure. To put it nicely, she was sexy, but to put it bluntly, she was teetering on the edge of exposure.
Jiang Xiao looked at him in a daze, unable to believe that she had just been dealing with Zhou Qishen for so long in this half-naked state.
The weather was hot and she was alone in the room. It was her freedom to wear whatever she wanted and others had no right to point fingers. But it was a bit too "cool" to walk around in front of outsiders wearing such an outfit.
However, she was so immersed in the joy of Zhou Qishen's timely appearance as a life-saving straw that she didn't pay attention to her clothes. She rashly ran over to open the door, forgetting to put on a coat. Fortunately, she had long hair to cover it, otherwise...
Just thinking about that scene made Jiang Xiao wish she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
He placed his hands on the table and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heartbeat.
After a long time, she used the back of her hand to check the temperature of her cheeks and earlobes, but they were still incredibly hot.
It must be the damn side effects. It seems she needs to rest immediately.
The only benefit of being too tired is that you can fall asleep immediately once you lie down in the soft quilt.
In the silent night, the only sound was the operation of the air conditioner. Just as she was half asleep, she vaguely felt the door being opened from the outside, and a black figure slowly approached her with gentle movements, making almost no sound.
The man's breathing was shallow, but his presence was strong, silently emitting a strong and dangerous masculine scent.
Jiang Xiao woke up instantly, her hands clenched into fists under the quilt, she was so scared that she dared not move.
Not long after, a warm hand covered her forehead, stayed there for a moment and then moved away, as if just to confirm whether she had a fever.
A familiar wood scent wafted in the air, and Jiang Xiao's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably as she confirmed who the visitor was.
After Zhou Qishen turned and left, Jiang Xiao dared to secretly open her eyes a little and glance towards the door.
The faint light coming from other rooms outlined his figure in a faint and graceful manner. It was dark and unclear, but it inexplicably gave her a sense of security.
*
The next morning, it was just dawn.
Chen Lie, carrying his boss's luggage, appeared at the door of a luxurious suite on time.
He had just come up from the room he booked yesterday. The bed and various utensils were tidy and there were no signs of having been touched. This meant that the boss slept in the boss's wife's room last night. In that case, why should he book another room? !
He had to run over from another hotel early in the morning to deliver the luggage, and he was exhausted.
He was jet-lagged and so sleepy that he couldn't help but yawn with his hands covering his mouth. However, as luck would have it, he happened to make a deep eye contact with the boss who opened the door.
Chen Lie pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly and hurriedly changed the subject: "Mr. Zhou, your luggage."
"Thank you for the trouble." Zhou Qishen glanced at the fatigue that could not be hidden on his assistant's face, thanked him, and then reached out to take the box.
Chen Lie tried hard to maintain his smile and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhou, you are too polite."
Now that the luggage has been delivered, there should be nothing for him to do. He just needs to go back to the hotel and wait.
"By the way, help me do one more thing." Zhou Qishen said calmly, paused, and then added: "You can return to Beijing early."
After hearing the first part, Chen Lie, a migrant worker, was filled with resentment, and tens of thousands of curse words suddenly appeared in his mind. However, after hearing the second part, he seemed to change his face and immediately put on a flattering smile: "Mr. Zhou, please go on."
Zhou Qishen took in his rich expression, was silent for a moment, then whispered a few words, and said, "After you're done, go back and have a good rest."
Return to Beijing early? have a good rest? Does this mean there will be at least three days of paid vacation in the future?
Chen Lie stared blankly at the closed door. He was extremely excited and couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips. He chuckled twice and happily completed the tasks assigned by his boss.
Here, Jiang Xiao turned off the alarm clock, sat on the bed and stretched. The moment her body stretched out, she felt her waist was no longer sore, her headache was gone, and she felt refreshed.
Of course, all these changes are due to the traffic from Zhou Qishen, which gave her new vitality.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiao got out of bed, took off her slippers, quickly washed up, changed into a conservative set of clothes and pants, and after repeatedly confirming that she was dressed appropriately, she opened the door and walked out.
Before he had taken a few steps, he saw Zhou Qishen coming back from the door carrying a box.
The two looked at each other, and he raised his eyebrows calmly: "Awake?"
Jiang Xiao looked away uncomfortably, touched the back of her neck, and said softly, "Well, I just woke up not long ago."
Zhou Qishen glanced at her rosy face. She seemed to be in good condition, but he was still worried and asked, "How do you feel?"
His words reminded Jiang Xiao of the time last night when he came to check on her physical condition. Because she was not feeling well, her sleep was lighter than usual. In her half-asleep state, she vaguely felt that in addition to the first time, he came several times afterwards.
Thinking about how he had just returned from a business trip and hadn't slept for almost a whole night taking care of her, he must be very tired and exhausted now.
Jiang Xiao glanced at the faint dark circles under his eyes, feeling grateful and a little guilty, and pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you last night."
Zhou Qishen took the towel off his head and smiled softly, his tone was filled with indifference: "This is not a big deal."
They had clearly discussed before that there was no need to be too polite to him, but Jiang Xiao always seemed to be wary and cautious of him, only as she would be with strangers. A trivial matter in his eyes became something that required thanks in her eyes.
Apart from no longer calling him Mr. Zhou, there was still a sense of alienation in his daily words and actions.
At this moment, the doorbell rang at an inopportune time.
"Probably here to deliver breakfast." Jiang Xiao guessed.
During this period, she starts work at around 8 o'clock every day, so she has informed the hotel and breakfast is usually delivered around 7:30.
Zhou Qishen nodded to show that he understood, then changed direction and opened the door before Jiang Xiao.
However, the person standing outside the door was not the hotel waiter.
When the other person saw him, he was obviously stunned, and then his smiling face visibly fell, and the look in his eyes became unfriendly.
Zhou Qishen remained calm and recalled for a few seconds. He quickly remembered that the familiar man in front of him was the man who had been on the hot search list and had a scandal with Jiang Xiao.
"Ji Changzheng? Why is it you?"
A gentle female voice broke the silent confrontation between the two.
Hearing this, Ji Changzheng slowly retracted his gaze, raised the still hot breakfast in his hand, and explained to Jiang Xiao in the room: "Xiaoxiao, I heard from the assistant director last night that you were sick, so I thought of coming to visit you this morning. This is the breakfast I bought for you."
But as she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but glance at the strange man next to her. The man's appearance and temperament were so outstanding that his first reaction was to think he was a newcomer in the circle.
However, he had never seen any publicity related to it. Logically speaking, no company would be stupid enough not to support an artist who would become a big hit as soon as he debuted, so he ruled out the possibility that the man was from an insider.
But if he is not an artist, then he must be rich or powerful to be involved with Jiang Xiao.
"Thank you, I'm fine, just feeling a little uncomfortable." Jiang Xiao glanced between the two of them, finally stopping at Zhou Qishen who remained silent. She felt inexplicably guilty and embarrassed.
The two people in front of her, one is her nominal husband, and the other is her recent rumored boyfriend. Who would have thought that they would meet so soon, with her sandwiched in between, creating this weird picture.
After a brief greeting, Ji Changzheng said politely: "By the way, who is this?"
Appearing in Jiang Xiao's room early in the morning in a bathrobe, it was hard not to doubt their relationship.
Zhou Qi glanced over with deep eyes. After Jiang Xiao's explanation last time, he believed that the two of them were just ordinary colleagues. If one of them was sick, the other would show courtesy and concern. He would not be so petty as to fuss over such a small matter.
But he was very curious about how Jiang Xiao would introduce his identity in front of outsiders.
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