Zhuang Nainai waved her hand, "No, I'll do it myself."
She entered the kitchen neatly and brought out all the food. Before eating, she glanced at the housekeeper: "Have Si Zhengting eaten?"
The housekeeper looked at her deeply and said, "Sir, I have no appetite."
Zhuang Nainai was stunned when he heard this, and then said "Oh", then ignored the butler's fiery eyes, lowered his head, and slowly ate his food.
She knew what the housekeeper meant and wanted her to go upstairs and deliver the meal.
But she felt... Si Zhengting's appetite would be even worse when he saw her at this time, right
After reluctantly eating something, Zhuang Nainai went upstairs to rest.
In the past few days, the two of them have actually been sleeping in separate rooms. Zhuang Nainai has long been accustomed to sleeping alone in a very empty bedroom. A few days ago, she felt sweet lying on this big bed, but today, she felt inexplicably lonely when she lay down on it. .
She took out her phone, flipped through it, and then sent a text message to Si Zhengting: [Good night.]
This is also a habit they have developed in the past few days. They say good night to each other every night.
But today’s text message seemed destined to go unanswered.
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In the study.
Si Zhengting was sitting on the balcony, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
Amidst the smoke, his eyes were directed towards the master bedroom, as if he could penetrate the thick wall and see what she was doing.
The cold wind blew in, making his brain clearer.
But the clearer it becomes, the more chilled I feel.
The sweet dream he had woven for himself a few days ago was so ruthlessly shattered. He actually no longer knew how to face Zhuang Nainai.
The phone vibrated twice. He lowered his head and glanced at it. It was the good night message she had sent.
His eyes froze for a while, then he gently moved away from the phone, then put the cigarette between his fingertips into his mouth and took a long drag.
Then, he wondered, had Zhuang Nainai stolen the design draft
In the morning, that kind of unconditional trust is instinctive.
But Gu Xingshan's words made him suddenly remember that some time ago, when she was talking to Ding Mengya on the balcony, she had mentioned some design draft...
At that time, he focused all his attention on the last sentence, but now that he thinks about it...
It seemed that Zhuang Nainai was on the phone with Gu Deshou at that time, and Ms. Ding was warning her not to feel sorry for herself
He remembered again that one day, he was reviewing home with her. She had been absent-minded since she came out of the Gu family, as if something was wrong. Thinking about it now, could it be that Gu Deshou asked her to work on the design draft at that time
He knew that Zhuang Nainai was a person with a bottom line and would definitely not steal the design draft.
But…
He lowered his eyes again and curled up the corners of his lips helplessly, just like Gu Xingshan said, what can't she do for Mother Zhuang
So many coincidences, so many concealments, and so many directions made the seeds of doubt take root and sprout in his heart.
Si Zhengting stood up suddenly and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Then he picked up his cell phone and called Ji Chen.
Ji Chen answered quickly, "Sir, the design draft has made some progress, and I was planning to report to you."
When Si Zhengting heard this, his eyes fell on the night far away from the villa. The sky in BJ City had been severely smoggy for several days, so the sky was gray and black, with almost no starlight except for a crescent moon.
The chain of mountains in the distance lurked quietly in the darkness, just like between her and him. On the surface, everything was calm, but she didn't know when it would suddenly become turbulent.
(End of chapter)