Chapter 64 Taking a nap
"Can't you two just let me slack off for a little while?"
Despite grumbling, he resignedly stepped forward and began tidying up the scattered items on the table.
After more than half an hour, the living room was finally restored to its neat and orderly state.
He wiped his hands, let out a long sigh, and then plopped heavily onto the sofa.
Just as he was comfortably relaxing, a foot wearing a black leather shoe suddenly reached out from the side and gave him a light kick.
He suddenly opened his eyes and almost jumped off the sofa.
Sheng Tingzhou remained standing to the side, expressionless.
"It's time to go back."
"What?"
Mo Huaizhi froze, his eyes wide open.
He looked up at Sheng Tingzhou in disbelief.
"Are you serious? I spent ages tidying up, and I didn't even get a sip of water. You're just telling me to leave? Even Zhou Bapi wouldn't be this ruthless!"
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at him indifferently, his tone completely unmoved.
"Don't worry, when I really want to deal with you, I'll knock you out first so you won't feel anything."
Mo Huai was taken aback, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something in rebuttal.
But when she met Sheng Tingzhou's unfathomable eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat.
He paused for a few seconds, then finally gave up struggling, grunted, and got up to dust off his pants.
"Who wants to stay here?"
Just then, a clear doorbell rang at the door.
All three of them were startled, and their gazes turned in unison towards the entrance.
Song Zhiwei snapped out of her daze, quickly stood up from the sofa, and strode towards the door.
She opened the door, and a laundry worker in a blue uniform was standing outside.
He was holding a clean white paper bag in his hands, with a professional smile on his face.
"Hello, Ms. Song."
The man was respectful and spoke in a gentle voice.
"The coat you sent in for cleaning has been taken care of. Our store manager personally inspected it and there are no problems."
Song Zhiwei reached out and took the paper bag, nodded, and whispered her thanks: "Thank you."
She opened the bag slightly and carefully examined the neatly folded black coat inside.
Only after confirming that the clothes were intact, all the buttons were in place, and the collar was clean as new, did I finally feel completely relieved.
She thanked him again solemnly, and the staff member smiled, nodded, and turned to leave.
The door closed slowly, making a soft "click" sound.
Song Zhiwei carried the paper bag back to the living room.
She walked up to Sheng Tingzhou and handed him the clothes.
"Mr. Sheng, I've washed the clothes I borrowed last time and am returning them to you. I'm truly grateful for the clothes you lent me."
Sheng Tingzhou didn't take it immediately, but glanced at her before reaching out to take it.
His fingers brushed against her fingertips almost unconsciously, the movement incredibly fast.
After taking the clothes, he casually draped them over the beige sofa next to him.
Mo Huaizhi, who had been sitting not far away, curiously peeked out and squinted into the paper bag.
He frowned slightly, his tone full of doubt.
"Wait, why did Zhiwei take these clothes to be washed?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Wait a minute...when did Sheng Tingzhou start lending his clothes to others?"
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
In my memory, Sheng Tingzhou has always been an extremely self-disciplined person who pays attention to boundaries.
Forget about borrowing clothes, he'll even frown if someone touches the water glass on his desk.
But now he not only borrowed the clothes, but also made Song Zhiwei take them to wash...
This is simply mind-blowing.
Song Zhiwei noticed his scrutiny and, fearing he might misunderstand, quickly explained, "It snowed heavily that day, and I accidentally left my coat in the car. The wind outside was cold and strong, and President Sheng lent me his coat to shield me from the wind, otherwise I would have really caught a cold."
Although she and Mo Huaizhi were not particularly close.
However, they knew each other because of Zhou Yuze in their early years.
We used to play together during holidays when we were kids, so calling us friends wouldn't be a stretch.
That's why she didn't want the other person to make wild guesses and cause unnecessary embarrassment.
"oh oh……"
After listening, Mo Huaizhi nodded in sudden understanding, and the doubt on his face gradually disappeared.
He scratched the back of his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Oh, I see. That makes sense. Zhiwei is like a little sister that everyone has watched grow up. If I were in that situation, I would help her too."
As soon as he said that, the tense atmosphere in the room immediately eased a bit.
Sheng Tingzhou remained silent, his expression unchanged, only his eyes slightly lowered.
About half an hour later.
Suddenly, Mo Huaizhi's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took it out and saw a familiar name pop up on the screen. He quickly pressed the answer button.
After a few words were spoken on the other end of the phone, his expression changed slightly, and he responded repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, I got it, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, he stood up and hurriedly grabbed his coat and put it on.
"I'm sorry, something came up. A friend of mine had a problem, and I have to go there right away."
After he finished speaking, he smiled apologetically at Song Zhiwei, then turned to Sheng Tingzhou and said, "Let's talk another day."
Sheng Tingzhou nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions.
Mo Huaizhi strode towards the door, turning back to wave before leaving, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
The whole room fell silent instantly.
Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the living room, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Fine dust particles floated in the air, drifting slowly.
Now, only the two of them were left in the room.
Song Zhiwei usually takes a nap.
Especially during this time of day, as soon as you quiet down, sleepiness will creep in.
She was sitting on the sofa looking at her phone.
But my eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and my vision gradually blurred.
She tried to open her eyes, but ultimately couldn't resist her exhaustion and let out a long yawn.
She glanced at the man sitting next to her, her gaze lingering on his cold profile for a moment.
"President Sheng, aren't you going back?"
Sheng Tingzhou looked up at the sound, his gaze slowly sweeping across her face.
"What, waiting for someone else?"
"no……"
She hurriedly shook her head, unconsciously rubbing the corner of her eye with her fingertips, and explained.
"I'm just a little sleepy. If I don't take a nap after lunch, I really won't have any energy in the afternoon and I'll easily doze off."
Sheng Tingzhou gazed at her quietly, his eyes fixed on the slightly reddened corners of her eyes.
She had just yawned, and a thin layer of water welled up in her eyes.
Go to sleep.
"Um."
She responded, didn't think much of it, and got up to walk towards the bedroom.
Outside, it was the dead of winter in Yancheng.
The temperature had dropped to below minus ten degrees Celsius, and the cold wind whipped up snowflakes that lashed against the windows.
But the room remained warm and cozy.
The heating is on all day, and the air is so dry it almost sucks the moisture away from your skin.
She went into the room and took out a pure white silk slip dress from the closet.
After changing, she gently swept her hair to one side.
He then snuggled into the warm blankets, his eyelids drooping, and he quickly drifted into a light sleep.
More than an hour later, she was awakened by a strong feeling of thirst.
Yancheng already has a dry climate, and with the indoor heating running continuously, the air becomes even hotter.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt a tightness in her throat and a dry, itchy feeling in her throat.
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