It was the first time Pei Zhiting was taken to eat this kind of snack. He picked up a piece of silken tofu with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
“That’s really delicious.”
There was no taste mixed with essences, only the original taste of the food. His tongue, which had been eating high-end Western food for four years, actually began to miss this ordinary taste.
Song Xijiao ate the spicy hot pot in the bowl in small bites and finished it.
Pei Zhiting took her for a stroll on the street again. They walked along the street to the end, and then from the end to the street to the beginning.
"Pei Zhiting, let me make you a set of jewelry."
"Why?"
"You've helped me so much. I'll make you a set of jewelry. When you get married, I'll give it to your bride. She'll be very happy."
Pei Zhiting looked at her without saying anything. Song Xijiao chuckled and said nothing more.
After the two returned to the hotel, Song Xijiao began to design jewelry styles. She drew more than a dozen but was not satisfied with any of them, so she crumpled them all up and threw them into the trash can.
Pei Zhiting walked behind Song Xijiao and looked down at the design drawing in her hand. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what it meant. There were many styles drawn on the paper, but she had crossed them all out.
"What are you doing?"
“I’ve drawn so many, but I’m not satisfied with any of them.”
“I had a good idea in my head, but when I drew it, it was completely different.”
"It's not that the painting is bad, it's that you feel it's not good. No matter how much you paint, it won't achieve the effect you envision in your mind. It's like, you think you are repaying me, but this is not what I want."
Song Xijiao suddenly became a little flustered. She leaned back and rested her back on the desk.
"I have nothing."
Pei Zhiting smiled and stroked her hair gently, "I thought... I've made it very clear."
"Song Xijiao, I want to be with you, not just like a pet. I want you to be with me, like a man loves a woman. I want you, the whole you, not to keep you captive. So, you don't have to design anything for me. You are free, and everything about you is what I like."
"Do you understand?"
Song Xijiao's heart was beating wildly and violently.
She understands.
She understands.
She understands.
It seemed that from the moment he entered Xiting's office, the initiative was in Pei Zhiting's hands.
Everything he did good to her had only two possibilities in the hands of an adult man or woman.
One is to control her, the other is to keep his eyes on her.
But he is impeccable from appearance to family background. I myself am not ugly in appearance and figure, but not stunning either.
She admitted that she was moved, but... the more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.
His company's market value is 3.25 trillion yuan, and she earns 10,000 yuan a month.
In the capital city where gold is everywhere, her salary can only ensure that she will not starve to death.
He is different. He can get anything he wants just by snapping his fingers.
At the age of twenty, she could still understand that Pei Zhiting was thinking that she was young and energetic.
But she is thirty years old, what can you do to her?
Is it because she can't eat meat all year round? Because she only dares to order taro balls when she sees a milk tea shop? Because she doesn't dare to take a taxi when she goes out?
Could it be that he is after her... old age?
Pei Zhiting lowered his eyes. There was first thought in her eyes, then suspicion, then helplessness, and finally fear. He was afraid that she would be scared to death. He pursed his lips and looked at her more gently.
He asked Pei Yu what behaviors girlfriends like in their boyfriends, and Pei Yu copied them on ten A4 pages.
He studied each one and followed them.
If he got 100 points on the test, his mother would touch his head. If he got zero points, his mother would also touch his head. Now that he has grown up and is taller than his mother, his mother still likes to touch his head, as if just one touch can offset all the disappointment.
Do you want to touch it?
He shook his head and stared at her almond-shaped eyes that seemed to be naturally affectionate. Her eyes were soft and clear, and the bottom of her eyes were as calm as the surface of a lake, which made his heart itchy.
Touch it.
He thought to himself, go ahead and touch her, touch her head, she won’t be angry.
He tentatively reached out his hand and touched her long black hair. She didn't hide...
“Jiaojiao…”
…………
Pei Zhiting held her and half-lay on the sofa, his eyes as bright as a kitten's, then raised his hand and covered her with the blanket on the sofa.
"Pei Zhiting, do you have any good friends? The kind that are really, really good."
"No, I never make friends."
"Why?"
"Because once people have friends, they start to have expectations, expecting them to do something for them. However, people's hearts are hidden. Friends also have their own things to deal with and their own paths to follow. If their actions don't meet your expectations, you will be disappointed. Instead of that, it's better not to have friends."
"Oh, I had one before, but we broke up later. When I got married, my biological father didn't even go. It was my mother who held my hand and walked me into the wedding hall."
"You have a bad relationship with your biological father?"
"It's not that he's bad, it's that we have no relationship. A year after he divorced my mom, he remarried, and within two years, they had a son and a daughter. We only see each other a few times a year. In my heart, he's almost a stranger."
Song Xijiao looks soft, but she is actually tough and strong inside. She doesn't need anyone's comfort, she just needs someone to listen.
He brought back many gems, rare gold, and a lot of high-quality jade from the mine. Although they were not large items, they were of high quality and came in large quantities, which dazzled the eyes of the people.
Song Xijiao likes unique things, and these gemstones and jade materials just suit her taste.
Pei Zhiting stood in the corner of the living room, watching his Jiaojiao circling around the pile of gemstones and jade, touching this, taking pictures of that, liking them so much that her eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth turned up. He couldn't help but chuckle.
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