In fact, Zhang Hao didn't sleep at all. He was always as smart as him. From the time he helped Song Ziting blow dry her hair, he knew that Song Ziting was awake. He had already noticed that the little girl's body was tense, but looking at her
Holding her wet hair, Zhang Hao couldn't help but worry that she would get sick, so he, who had never done such a thing before, unexpectedly blew up the little girl's hair.
Seeing Song Ziting's ears turning red quietly, Zhang Hao felt happy. He lay gently on the floor. Seeing Song Ziting's big eyes staring at him in the dark, Zhang Hao felt even more happy: there were various signs.
From the looks of it, this little girl clearly has her own heart, and it seems that all she needs is time.
Hearing the even breathing coming from the bed, Zhang Hao curled his lips with satisfaction, and then closed his deep peach blossom eyes. After a sleepless night, Zhang Hao felt that he had not slept so soundly for a long time. Thinking of Song Ziting,
He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the ground, looked up and saw the incomparable little girl sleeping on the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to rub the wound on his abdomen that was about to heal, and curled the corners of his mouth. He was afraid.
After Song Ziting got up, she would be embarrassed when she saw him. Zhang Hao forcefully moved away from Song Ziting's little buttocks that was exposed outside the quilt. He suppressed the strong desire that had been ignited in his heart, and then quickly stood up and washed up briefly.
Before leaving the bedroom, he suddenly remembered something, so he went to the closet, found a brand new set of men's sportswear and placed it on the bedside.
When Song Ziting woke up, the sun had already shone through the window. Through the thick curtains, she squinted at the sunlight that shone into the room. She slept very comfortably. She was extremely satisfied, straightened up and stretched.
, lowered her head and glanced at the brand-new men's shirt she was wearing, and then suddenly remembered that she slept in Zhang's Mansion last night, and she couldn't help but feel a lot more energetic. She stretched out her little hand and grasped the slightly open collar of the shirt, her big eyes alert.
He looked around, but the room was empty, and there was no trace of Zhang Hao.
Song Ziting breathed a long sigh of relief. To be honest, she really didn't know what she would say if she saw Zhang Hao like this. But thinking about the clothes on her body, Song Ziting couldn't help but worry. She blamed herself for taking a bath last night.
In a moment of anxiety, she habitually threw the clothes into the dirty clothes basket. But when she looked up, she found a set of sweatshirts neatly folded on the bedside, and she couldn't help but feel happy. Although they were men, they were not.
It was barely wearable, but Song Ziting, who was about 1.6 meters tall, was wearing Zhang Hao's clothes, which were about 1.8 meters tall, but they were a bit too big. She rolled up her sleeves hard and put them on haphazardly before getting up.
When Song Ziting went downstairs, she found that Zhang Hao was not there. She couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was still early for work. Besides, Zhang Hao always had free working hours. He would not be so diligent. But when she turned around and thought about it,
Without Zhang Hao, wouldn't I be freer? I would not feel uncomfortable seeing that gangster face. So I turned around and happily headed towards Mrs. Zhang's room.
"Grandma?" Song Ziting called softly, then pushed the door open and walked in. However, she found that Mrs. Zhang was not in the room at all. Song Ziting couldn't help but was stunned again, but then she heard movement from the living room behind her.
, Song Ziting turned around and walked into the living room in confusion, only to find Zhang Hao in sportswear walking in. At this time, he had a white towel hanging loosely around his neck, and there were some thin beads of sweat on his forehead. It looked like he had gone out.
She had exercised. Song Ziting couldn't help but was stunned. She had never seen Zhang Hao look like this before. She saw that Zhang Hao's evil face was full of vitality because he had just finished exercising. At this time, he was staring at her motionlessly.
Zhang Hao's unique fragrance spread into her nostrils. Song Ziting felt her heart tighten, her face suddenly turned red, and her heart began to beat loudly.
Zhang Haoke usually likes to do exercises in the gym or swim in the swimming pool in the yard. He doesn't often go out for running. But last night, he looked at Song Ziting's cute little appearance but couldn't help but love her.
After a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I felt suffocated for a while when I entered the gym. Finally, I just took a towel and ran around my villa a few times, and then I felt that my whole body felt much more comfortable. But I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the door, I saw someone standing there.
Song Ziting was in the living room. At this time, Song Ziting was wearing her own sportswear. Although Song Ziting had a good figure, she still looked a bit fat in her own clothes. Looking at Song Ziting's rolled up sleeves and stockings, she felt a feeling that she had never felt before.
A warm feeling slipped through his heart. This kind of warmth had never been given to him by any woman before. Seeing Song Ziting's delicate little face turn red instantly after seeing him, Zhang Hao's heart was itching like a cat scratching him.
"Damn it!" Zhang Hao cursed in his heart. He had just run several laps in vain, but when he saw Song Ziting, the desire in his heart rushed into his brain again.
"You...I...I don't have any clothes..." Song Ziting reacted first and pointed at Zhang Hao and then at herself, who was a little incoherent. Song Ziting wanted to bite off her tongue. What was wrong with her? She wasn't always very polite.
Do you hate the guy in front of you? Song Ziting pinched herself hard to wake herself up a lot, then raised her head and said confidently: "I'll borrow your clothes first, since you have a lot of clothes anyway! Also,
You should hurry up and take a shower, it stinks!" After Song Ziting said this, she raised her little hand and slapped her nose vigorously, looking very disgusted.
Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting's confident look and couldn't help but get angry: "You..." But as soon as he said the word you, a familiar voice came from behind: "Haozi, get me something to eat quickly.
starving!"
Song Ziting was stunned and looked past Zhang Hao towards the door. She saw Chu Chen standing at the door and shouting. He was walking towards the living room with large and small bags in his hands, and there was someone behind him. Song Ziting took a closer look.
, the person who came was none other than her elder brother. Song Ziting was so surprised that she could hardly close her mouth: "Brother, Mr. Chu... why are you here?"
"Why are you here? You have to ask your husband about this!" Chu Chen had a face full of reluctance, and walked in with a large push of packages, and then sat down on the sofa in the living room: "Quick,
Get me some water quickly!"
When Song Ziting heard the word husband in Chu Chen's mouth, she suddenly became embarrassed and didn't know what to do. She froze on the spot, her face turned red all of a sudden, she wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to explain.
Zhang Hao reacted and saw Song Ziting sitting there embarrassed. He took a step forward and hugged Song Ziting into his arms, then sat opposite Chu Chen. With his other hand, he picked up the backrest of the sofa and moved towards Chu Chen.
He smashed it over and said, "You brat, you think this is a restaurant! My wife is here for pain, not to serve you!"
"Haozi, this is wrong of you. You bothered me all morning to bring you clothes, and you didn't even give me a drink of water!" Chu Chen reached out to catch the pillow thrown by Zhang Hao, and turned to look at the person standing beside him.
Song Zikun grinned: "Kunzi, tell me, is there anyone who can order people like this?!"
Song Zikun lowered his head and smiled slightly, and then said to Song Ziting: "Tingting, go get me and Chu Chen a glass of water!" After that, he slowly walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down.
"Oh..." Song Ziting reacted, and her face turned red again when she thought of Zhang Hao's big hand on her waist. Ever since the two separated, Song Ziting had rarely been so close to Zhang Hao, let alone in front of her.
In front of his brother and Chu Chen, he responded in a panic and prepared to get up to pour water. However, as soon as he was about to get up, Zhang Hao pulled him back with force. Then he saw Zhang Hao laughing.
He stood up and said, "My wife only serves me!" Then he got up and went to pour water.
"Tsk, tsk, this is the first time in my life that I drank the water poured by Haozi. Kunzi, don't you think so?" Chu Chen couldn't help teasing when he saw Zhang Hao got up to pour the water. Seeing Song Zikun grinning, Chu Chen
Chen was even more excited: "It really hurts to hold it in my hand!"
Song Ziting was even more embarrassed when she heard Chu Chen's words. She looked up at her brother and found that her brother was also grinning. She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Brother, Mr. Chu...
…Why are you here?”
"You don't mean to call me Chu Chen! Old Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, why do you make it look like I'm older than my old man!" Chu Chen yelled again.
"Ziting, you don't have to see this guy outside anymore!" Song Zikun also said to Song Ziting.
"Oh, I know..." Song Ziting responded.
"That's right, well, these should all be for you!" Chu Chen heard Song Ziting respond, so he pushed a lot of bags forward on the coffee table.
"Ah? For me?" Song Ziting didn't respond.
"Yes, it's for you!" Chu Chen nodded to Song Ziting, glanced sideways at Zhang Hao who came over with a water glass, then turned to look at Song Ziting up and down, looking at Song Ziting wearing Zhang Hao's loose sportswear.
, couldn't help grinning, and said in a deliberately long voice: "Ziting, actually I think you look good in this dress..."
When Song Ziting heard Chu Chen's words, she remembered the men's sportswear she was wearing. Needless to say, everyone must have known that it belonged to Zhang Hao. When she raised her eyes to meet Chu Chen's meaningful eyes, Song Ziting felt her face tremble.
hot.
When Zhang Hao came over and saw Chu Chen staring at Song Ziting, he immediately refused to get up and put the water cup on the coffee table. Then he stretched out his big hand and grabbed a lot of bags on the coffee table and pushed them all into Song Ziting's arms.
Li: "Tingting, these are all yours, go upstairs and have a look! Kunzi, I, and this brat have something to say!"
"What are you talking about?! You ungrateful guy!" Chu Chen was dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything else. He grabbed the water glass in front of him and drank a few sips of water. It seemed that he was really thirsty.
Song Zikun couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Zhang Hao's angry look, thinking that this kid was actually jealous! Looking at his sister's confused look, he finally couldn't help but said: "Tingting, go change your clothes.
Otherwise, Haozi might treat me as a prostitute and guard against him later!"
"Ah?...Brother, you are serious, I'm going up!" Song Ziting reacted belatedly, her little face couldn't help but look terribly embarrassed, she glared at Song Zikun coquettishly, and then grabbed the big and small bags on the table.