Si Xinghe opened his eyes, without any hesitation in his eyes, and stretched out casually. The hem of his shirt moved up a bit due to this movement, revealing his fair waist, and his abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen, with a fatal allure. .
He didn't get up, but just changed to a more comfortable position and lay down, with one leg curled up and the other straight. He glanced at the clothes covering him, and there was a familiar smell on it.
It’s the milky smell of the cycle.
He once joked about this, wondering if he hadn't been weaned yet, so he still smelled like milk for such a big person.
How did the cycle answer
While Si Xinghe was reminiscing, the smell of milk under his nose became stronger. It didn't come from the clothes on his body, but from the passing of the cycle.
"Are you awake? Are you hungry?"
Zhou Zhou asked, reaching out his hand and placing it on Si Xinghe's forehead.
After the first day of treatment, Si Xinghe developed an unprecedented fever, so Zhou Wei developed a habit of touching his forehead from time to time to see if he had a fever.
Si Xinghe was also used to it, so he stretched out his hand, shook his head, and asked again, "What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock."
Si Xinghe glanced out the window, and sure enough, it was pitch black.
"I actually slept for so long?"
Zhou Qi smiled and said, "You're too tired. You might as well take the opportunity to rest."
Si Xinghe stretched again and moved his butt and legs in. Zhou Zhou took a look and sat down in a tacit understanding.
The conversation between the two was very simple, but it had an aura that made it difficult for people to get involved.
"Vice President."
The woman standing at the door couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to say, "The third young master must be thirsty after sleeping for so long. Why don't I go make him a cup of coffee."
She looked at Si Xinghe with a smile, her eyes seemed to have hooks.
Zhou Zhou's face instantly turned cold, and he had completely forgotten about this woman.
"He doesn't drink coffee."
"That's right. Drinking too much coffee is bad for your stomach. I also know a lot about tea art. Then I'll make tea."
Before leaving, the woman's eyes deliberately stayed on Si Xinghe's face for a few seconds longer.
Si Xinghe curled his lips and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."
There is a bathroom in Zhou Zhou's office, but Si Xinghe still went outside.
It's ten o'clock at night, everyone else has already got off work, and there is no one on the whole floor.
Si Xinghe happened to meet the third living person on this floor besides him and Zhou Qi right at the door of the bathroom.
"Third Young Master."
The woman's voice was gentle and somewhat charming, and she accidentally bumped into Si Xinghe's body.
Si Xinghe's body flashed, and the woman was thrown away, her body tilted, and she fell to the ground.
"Ah! Third Young Master..."
She was not angry, but looked at Si Xinghe pitifully. She stretched out a hand and moved her body slightly, cleverly making the already exposed short skirt go up a little more and the V-neck down a little.
Si Xinghe knelt down and stretched out his right hand.
The woman secretly rejoiced, as expected no man could escape her grasp.
The next second, her jaw was pinched.
Si Xinghe lowered his eyes and looked at her face with critical eyes, "Tsk."
He shook his head, "The threshold for recruitment in the Dynasty is too low. It seems that I should make a suggestion to Seven. If you use too many knives on your face, you must not accept it. There are also people like standing in front of the men's room. , let alone want it, who knows what this girl is like on the inside?"
(End of chapter)