When Su Qianci woke up, it was already daybreak.
But the soreness in the cheeks was very clear.
After rubbing her face, Su Qianci felt her neck was a little sore. She turned her head and found that Li Sicheng had disappeared, and her original luxurious red evening dress had been changed into a set of pajamas.
Needless to say, it must have been Li Sicheng who helped her change it.
But... why does my face feel so sour
I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door, which also opened at the same time.
Li Sicheng's body was still dripping with water. When he saw the person in front of him who was obviously sober, his eyes darkened.
Su Qianci looked at him and blinked: "Morning."
"It's late. It's ten o'clock."
"Ah, so late?"
"Well, clean up and go downstairs to eat."
"oh."
The cute and soft words made him think of how well behaved she was last night.
His throat tightened, and the anger that had finally subsided rose up again.
Su Qianci was unaware of anything and walked in while rubbing her face.
After I finished washing up, it was already half an hour later.
However, Su Qianci's face still looked sour.
While eating breakfast, grandpa clicked his tongue and shook his head: "What's wrong with your face? You keep rubbing it."
Su Qianci also looked confused: "I don't know, I feel so sore when I wake up this morning..."
Li Sicheng was calm and composed. He slowly cut the sausage in front of him, picked up a sausage and put it on Su Qianci's plate, and said calmly, "Eat sausage."
"Um."
When grandpa saw this scene, his old eyes widened, and suddenly he seemed to remember something and started coughing violently.
Li Sicheng raised his eyes calmly, held up a tissue, and said, "Don't think too much when you get old. It's not good for your health."
Su Qianci was a little confused. She looked at Old Man Li, then at the man beside him who was as calm as a god. It was obvious that she didn't know what was going on.
Mr. Li took the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth. His old face turned red, and he seemed to sigh: "Young people, they just know how to have fun!"
Su Qianci was confused: "What's wrong? What happened?"
A hint of smile flashed across Li Sicheng's cold eyes, and he said, "It's okay, eat sausages!"
"oh… "
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After breakfast, the grandfather and grandson set off for the airport.
Today is October 7th, the last day of the National Day holiday.
By the time we got off the plane, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening in Cannes.
After separating from his grandfather, Li Sicheng took Su Qianci directly back to the villa.
Rong's mother knew that they were coming back, so she prepared dinner for them. She waited until they finished eating before cleaning up and leaving get off work.
From the next day on, whether Su Qianci went to school or Li Sicheng went to work, they were both very busy.
Li Sicheng was naturally busy with work, and Su Qianci...
"Wow, Qianci, your skirt is so beautiful. Is it a limited edition of a certain brand? Oh, I've never worn it before, and I don't recognize what brand it is."
"Of course, Qianci has always been low-key. She even buys skirts without any logos. If Mr. Li hadn't come to the school to protect her last time, we wouldn't have known that she was Mrs. Li."
"That's right, you're too low-key. But sometimes, some things should be said to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. What do you think, Qianci?"
…
Su Qianci looked coldly at those rich girls who used to ignore her, but now they all gathered around her.
Are you trying to flatter yourself
I really am not used to it!
(End of this chapter)