Zhuang Nainai:…
Zhuang Nainai finally saw her own image in the other person's eyes. She had just scratched her hair in irritation, and the top of her head was a mess. Si Zhengting himself was a mysophobic person with strong obsessive-compulsive disorder. He used to fall in love in high school. At that time, every time they met, he always straightened out the collar of her clothes first...
Thinking about it this way, it seemed like I was back in high school, so my messy hair suddenly became beautiful.
At this point, everyone was at work, so there was no traffic jam on the road. When they arrived at Si's house, lunch had just been prepared. Zhuang Nainai and Si Zhengting had lunch, and Si Zhengting pretended to go to the study to get some. An unimportant file.
When he came out of the study, he saw Zhuang Nainai sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, looking so content that he didn't want to go to work.
Unfortunately, there was an important meeting in the afternoon and he had to go back.
Si Zhengting stepped up his steps.
Zhuang Nainai, who was drowsy from the sun, suddenly heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw Si Zhengting standing there, as if he was about to go out.
only…
Zhuang Nainai's eyes fell on his shirt.
It's been several days, but he hasn't worn the black shirt he bought. Does he not like it
She bit her lip, walked over, blinked her eyes and said, "Why don't you change your shirt?"
Si Zhengting raised his eyebrows, "Why?"
Zhuang Nainai looked down at his feet, a little embarrassed, "Because your shirt was smoked when you were eating just now, and it smells like food!"
Si Zhengting:…
Si Zhengting looked at her and said nothing.
That indifferent yet sharp look made Zhuang Nainai feel as if the top of his head was on fire.
Under such great pressure, she finally couldn't help but say, "Why don't you wear the shirt I bought for you? I've washed it and ironed it. Don't you like it?"
Si Zhengting:…
Seeing her cautious but expectant eyes, Si Zhengting suddenly felt that he couldn't say no if he wanted to.
He looked down at his white shirt, then hummed slightly for a while, then turned around and went to the bedroom.
What does it mean
Zhuang Nainai was at a loss.
She looked at the door of the master bedroom, waited for a while, and saw Si Zhengting walking out again.
He had taken off the white shirt he was wearing and put on the black shirt she bought. He walked a little hastily, buttoning the buttons as he walked, then passed her without looking away and went downstairs.
Zhuang Nainai:…
Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Zhuang Nainai saw him quickly walking to the shoe cabinet, changing his shoes, and hurried out.
Although he didn't give him any indication, Zhuang Nainai just felt that Si Zhengting must be... shy, right
As soon as this idea came to her mind, she thought about the situation just now, and suddenly felt more and more certain that this was the case.
Unable to help it, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she ran to the balcony with light steps. Seeing Si Zhengting about to get in the car, Zhuang Nainai suddenly shouted: "Si Zhengting..."
Si Zhengting paused and raised his head.
Zhuang Nainai bit her lip and shouted at him: "Si Zhengting, you are so cute!"
This voice was floating in the sky throughout the Si family. All the nannies and bodyguards waiting outside listened attentively, but...
Everyone looked at Si Zhengting and couldn't help but vomit in their hearts: Can the word cute be associated with Mr. Si
(End of chapter)