Chapter 72 Xibao, your husband bullies me!
Jing Zhuo had just closed his computer and was about to leave work.
Seeing his sister rushing in without even knocking on the door, he frowned, but after hearing the next sentence, he calmed down.
He leaned back in his chair: “Let’s get to the point.
Zhang Hening leaned over the desk and handed him the phone.
"Grandma Xibao is coming to the capital, please arrange accommodation for her as soon as possible."
"Isn't Uncle Li the director of the First Hospital? You can contact a specialist or something to see her grandmother."
"Also, her grandmother doesn't like cats and dogs, so please don't arrange for her to live in our house."
Before Jing Zhuo could speak, Zhang Hening had already racked his brains to make arrangements.
"Let me tell you, her grandmother is very controlling. If you don't behave well, Xibao will be implicated."
The face of an octogenarian lady emerged in Jing Zhuo's mind.
The last time he saw her was in Sioux City.
We talked for a few more minutes.
The old lady's eyes were cloudy but shrewd, her smile was dagger-like, and her words were ambiguous. She was an elderly person who needed to communicate in a roundabout way.
Having been immersed in the business world for many years, he can easily see a person's inner qualities and personality.
"I see."
Jing Zhuo pushed the phone back: "Go home from get off work, curfew at 9pm."
Zhang Hening knew from her brother's attitude that the matter was settled.
She nodded, took two steps, and then turned back to ask, "Can we have the door open before eleven?"
Jing Zhuo: "If you ask again, it will be eight o'clock."
“…”
Zhang Hening felt a breath stuck in his throat.
Why is he so strict with his wife even though he has one?
As a man, not only does he not try to please his wife's best friend, he also goes even further to bully her.
It's really outrageous.
Wuuuuu Xibao, your husband bullies me!
…
When Song Xi walked out of the company building after get off work, he saw a black Bentley parked quietly downstairs.
The car window was half-lowered, revealing the handsome profile of the man in the driver's seat. He seemed to be on the phone, holding the phone in one hand and waving at her with the other hand outside the car window.
Song Xi walked over, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Jing Zhuo hung up the phone as soon as he fastened his seat belt.
He pointed behind him and said, "There's a gift for you."
Hearing the sound, Song Xi looked back and saw a huge bouquet of red roses on the back seat. The petals were so beautiful that they were dripping with water. The whole car was filled with a faint rose scent.
"Why did you send me flowers again?" Song Xi was surprised.
"An apology gift." Jing Zhuo said.
"?"
Why are you apologizing for no apparent reason?
"Giving flowers to your wife is a man's daily task. I neglected it before, but I only remembered it when I saw your blind date this morning. From now on, I will give you flowers on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, buy you a small cake on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and cook you dinner on Sundays. You can order whatever you want, and I can learn how to make it. If you have any gifts you want, you can tell me and I'll give them to you. Is that okay?"
Song Xi was stunned when he heard this.
After not seeing him for a day, he reviewed the Men's Ethics Manual by himself?
"Are you jealous?"
Jing Zhuo was driving the car and responded softly: "Yeah."
He is quite frank.
Song Xi explained: "Actually, I didn't..."
Before she could say anything, Jing Zhuo spoke again.
"If a man can't keep his wife, it's a sign of incompetence. It must be that I didn't do something well enough, allowing others to take advantage of me. So I have to find out what I'm missing, make up for the shortcomings, and maintain the stability of my marriage."
Song Xi: “…”
He successfully brainwashed himself.
She opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and only managed four words.
"you're right."
He uttered five more words.
"You did the right thing."
He uttered another string of words.
"You are a very good husband."
Hearing her three consecutive compliments, Jing Zhuo's lips curled up slightly.
He turned the steering wheel, took a shortcut, and finally stopped in front of a quiet villa.
This is a separate private building with a simple white structure in the Suzhou and Hangzhou style. Outside is a circle of lush bamboo, stone paths, flowers and plants.
The bluestone slabs are clean and reflective.
There is a small sign on the side of the villa with three words on it: Millennium Garden.
"Where is this?" Song Xi asked curiously.
"Go in and take a look."
Jing Zhuo took her hand, pushed open the door of the courtyard, and walked her in on the bluestone slabs.
There are two pairs of slippers, one large and one small, at the entrance, which are just the right size. The living room is large and bright, with a simple and spacious design.
There is a rabbit fur rug under the sofa.
From the huge floor-to-ceiling windows you can see the scenery outside: lush bamboo, brightly colored flowers and plants, and the vitality that grows unchecked.
What a beautiful house.
"There is a sunroom with a garden downstairs. Bring your grandma over to live there tomorrow." Jing Zhuo said from the side.
Song Xi was stunned.
"Is this for my grandma?"
Jing Zhuo raised his eyes and said, "I have already contacted your uncle. As her partner, I will take full responsibility for arranging her food, clothing, housing and transportation when she comes to Beijing. I will go with you to pick up your grandmother tomorrow."
It turned out that he had even found an excuse for her to disguise herself.
Song Xi felt a little complicated for a moment, and couldn't tell whether it was guilt or nervousness.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
That's how he solved the problem.
Song Xi lowered his eyes slightly, feeling that a spot in his chest was getting softer and softer.
…
The next day, Song Xi took two hours off to pick up her grandmother at the airport.
Jing Zhuo drove the car himself and took her to the airport.
The old lady had difficulty walking, so she was helped by staff to walk slowly to the exit. Song Xi walked towards her filially and supported her arm.
"Grandma, are you okay on the road? Are you tired?"
Old Mrs. Song smiled and shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'm happy to see your grandma."
She glanced around and saw the tall man following behind Song Xi.
Jing Zhuo greeted politely: "Hello, grandma. Last time, you took the trouble to entertain me. This time you are in the capital, I should do my best to be a good host."
The old lady clenched Song Xi's hand.
"Xiao Xi, where do you live? Grandma will stay with you."
Song Xi froze and said dryly, "Grandma, my house was flooded the day before yesterday and is currently under repair. I can't live here. I've been staying at He Ning's house recently."
Hearing her say this, the old lady nodded understandingly.
"Oh... then I'll trouble you, Mr. Jing."
"No trouble, please get in the car."
Along the way, Jing Zhuo drove in the front, and the old lady and Song Xi sat in the back seat.
The grandfather and grandson talked to each other word by word.
"Xiao Xi, are you still used to living in the capital?"
Song Xi said, "I'm quite used to it."
"You haven't got a boyfriend behind your family's back, have you?"
Song Xi's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously glanced at the front row.
“No, no.”
"I don't have a boyfriend."
She only has a husband.
If he is legal and has a marriage certificate, he doesn’t count as a boyfriend, right?
The old lady smiled and patted her hands, and her cloudy eyes fell on Jing Zhuo in the front row again.
"Mr. Jing, I'm sorry that you take such good care of us that you don't have time to spend with your family. Does your wife mind?"
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