Chapter 89 What a man who is easy to please
Song Xi was so absorbed in her surprise that she didn't pay attention to his flirtatious words.
"Then close your eyes," she said.
Are there other ways to play?
Jing Zhuo cooperated, closed his eyes, and pushed her against the door.
The tip of his nose was filled with the light rose scent from her body. As she got closer and closer, her soft hair brushed against his face, and Xiao Jingzhuo became more and more agitated.
Jing Zhuo lowered his head inch by inch, and just when he was about to kiss her——
“Dangdangdang~”
Song Xi took out a small box from her bag, opened it, and placed it in front of him.
"Take a look. Do you like it?"
Jing Zhuo was suddenly startled and opened his eyes. What he saw were two blue cufflinks, and the reflected light shone into his eyes.
Exquisite and precious.
"When I bought gifts for them, I thought of you. I didn't know what to get you, so I thought of these cufflinks. The bosses on TV look so charming wearing them. You're definitely no worse than them. Do you like them?"
Jing Zhuo: “…”
Why do I feel a little lost when I receive a gift for the first time?
But my wife bought him a gift.
Hinting that he should dress more attractively.
Of course I like it.
"It's beautiful. I like it very much."
Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes and saw the logo on the box. It was a very valuable brand.
She bought gifts for her younger siblings, and now she wants to buy one for him. Her little treasury is almost exhausted, right?
I heard Zhang Hening say at home that Song Xi didn't have much pocket money, and all his savings were earned from working, booking photo shoots, and taking part-time jobs.
"Thank you for your money, Photographer Song."
Song Xi raised her head and smiled: "It's okay, as long as you like it."
This way, the three siblings will all have gifts today, and he won't be sad in silence, nor will he fight and grab them.
The next second, she was hugged by the man around the waist.
Jing Zhuo rested his chin on her shoulder, and his warm breath slowly fell into her ears, giving her a warm and solid feeling.
“I really like it.”
Song Xi raised her hands and put them around his lower back.
"Yeah, I know."
What an easy man to coax.
He likes bookmarks, ties, and a pair of cufflinks.
I like everything.
Everything is good.
The two hugged each other silently for a while, and then flipped through the photo album in his room. Not long after, the big golden retriever Qiqi came scratching at the door outside, calling them down to eat with a mission.
Jing Zhuo was wearing a casual outfit today, a loose style, young and handsome, like a college student, and couldn't wear cufflinks.
Song Xi helped him put it away.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Zhang Hexing coming back at dinner time.
When Jingrong saw his second son, he immediately pulled Song Xi to introduce him enthusiastically: "Son, I have good news for you. You may not know this yet, but this is you..."
"Hello, sister-in-law."
Zhang Hexing raised his chin and greeted Song Xi very naturally.
"Just treat it as your own home when you come back. Don't be shy about eating and drinking."
Jingrong's words were stuck: "You know?"
Zhang Hexing raised an eyebrow. "It's just a small thing. Did he hide it very successfully? Or are these two girlfriends' acting skills very successful?"
"This drama between the three of them is just like playing house to me."
Zhang Hexing actually didn't want to say anything.
His brother was okay, but his jealousy was too obvious.
As for Zhang Hening and Song Xi, the two of them combined lack a lot of brains.
Jingrong was left speechless by him.
"Okay, let's eat. You're the most thoughtful person, so you should go act."
Today the restaurant had a large round table and was full of people. It was one of the few times a year when the family had a lively gathering.
It was Song Xi's first time to attend a large family dinner.
The liveliness and harmony of northerners are fully reflected at the dinner table.
It seems that having a meal as a family is also an extremely happy thing.
Jing Zhuo peeled a few shrimps with gloves on and put them into Song Xi's bowl silently.
He remembered that when he had a banquet in Suzhou, there was mostly seafood on the table.
She likes to eat this kind of food.
"Zhuozhuo, remove the fish bones and feed it to Xiaoxi."
Grandpa Jing Xianshan was sharp-eyed and moved the fish on the table to Jing Zhuo.
"He Nian, give your wife a bowl of bone soup to nourish her."
Grandpa Zhang Xinchao was unwilling to fall behind.
Song Xi looked at the food piled high in the bowl and felt a little stressed, as if he had stolen the limelight from the two birthday boys.
She raised her chopsticks and picked up a few dishes for Zhang Hening, trying to shift her focus.
The next second, he was held down by the elders.
"It's okay, Xiaoxi, you don't have to worry about her. She has a mouth and she will eat."
Song Xi: “…”
The lunch was very focused.
Several elders were really happy.
It is not easy for the eldest brother to be willing to get married at this age.
It is even more difficult to marry such a likable wife.
Over the past ten years, under the continuous influence of Zhang Hening from the age of 14 to 24, the whole family felt that her best friend was well-behaved, excellent, independent and self-disciplined.
He had excellent grades in school and helped improve Zhang Hening's grades as well.
In college, he became a photography influencer and earned enough to pay for his tuition at a young age.
It also indirectly benefited Zhang Hening for several years.
After graduation, I came to Beijing alone to make a living and my career has been going smoothly.
Song Xi was in He's house, and they were all outstanding children from other families.
Now the outstanding children from other families are abducted to our home.
Happy family!
Good, good, good...
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At night, Song Xi was left at He's house for the night.
On the moon-white French bed, the man, shirtless, pressed her into the soft quilt and kissed her until she couldn't breathe.
The arrow was on the string, and Song Xi pressed against his chest.
"Not today. I don't have an umbrella."
"have."
Jing Zhuo leaned over her, picked up the clothes on the carpet, took out a few tinfoil bags from his pocket and stuffed them into her hands.
"Please, help your husband tear it open."
Song Xi pinched the hard wrapping paper, and his pupils trembled.
"How come you carry it with you..."
Jing Zhuo held her fingers, tore open the package with a "rip" sound, and chuckled softly.
"Silly boy, I predicted it in advance."
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