I don't know how long it took, but Song Ziting, who was lying on Zhang Hao's lap, woke up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she found Zhang Hao's monster face right next to her eyes. She couldn't help but be startled, but turned around.
Turning his eyes wide, he realized that he was lying ambiguously on Zhang Hao's lap at this time. His little face couldn't help but burn up, and then he was about to get up and sit up quickly. But he didn't expect that because he was too anxious, he couldn't help but
He didn't notice that Zhang Hao's handsome face was still above his head, so he bumped into Zhang Hao's straight nose without any expectation.
Feeling the pain, Zhang Hao rubbed his nose in a daze, and then said vaguely: "Are you awake?"
"Oh... I'm sorry, let's go home!" Song Ziting quickly sat up straight, hugging the blanket and said at a loss.
"I'm afraid this time is not suitable. Xiao Zhang has already gone to rest, and grandma and the others should have rested long ago..." Zhang Hao put aside the cooperation project in his hand, stood up, straightened his back, and gently opened the office
The window was opened, and cool air immediately blew into the room. Zhang Hao shivered, but his brain was much clearer. Then he turned to Song Ziting, who was still in a daze, and said, "You go inside and rest, I still have some work to do."
Be busy!”
Song Ziting felt the cold air blowing in from the window and hugged the blanket tighter. She looked up at the time and saw that it was almost midnight. Going back at this time would really disturb her grandma's rest. Song Ziting thought for a while and followed Zhang Hao's instructions.
Looking in the direction of the finger, it turned out that there was a simple small room in the back of the office, which was a special resting place. Song Ziting turned her head and looked at Zhang Hao. At this time, Zhang Hao's face was full of exhaustion. Song Ziting was stunned.
On the sofa, I hesitated whether to ask Zhang Hao to take a rest, but it seemed that the bed in the room was a single bed...
"What? Are you still afraid that I will take advantage of others' danger? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. If I really want to do something to you, you can't stop me, not to mention that I have no interest in you!" Zhang Hao
Seeing that Song Ziting was still holding the quilt and not moving, he picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. The tea was a little cold because it had been left for a long time. Zhang Hao frowned, put down the cup and looked Song Ziting up and down, grinning.
I said it deliberately, but what I was thinking in my heart was: Idiot, it will be dawn if you don’t sleep!
Sure enough, Song Ziting lowered her head and looked at herself after hearing Zhang Hao's words. After thinking of Zhang Hao's malicious eyes, she quickly wrapped the blanket around her chest, then curled her lips at Zhang Hao and stood up and headed inside.
walk to the room.
Zhang Hao watched Song Ziting enter the room and couldn't help but grin. He then reached out to pick up the tea cup and walked towards the door of the office. He opened the door with some difficulty to make coffee.
When Song Ziting heard the door closing, she put down the blanket and quickly turned back to the door. Then she poked her head out and took a look. Sure enough, Zhang Hao was no longer in the room. Just as she was about to stretch and take a deep breath, she heard a sudden crisp sound outside the door.
There was a sound that seemed to be a cup falling to the ground. Song Ziting was stunned at first, but then she remembered that Zhang Hao seemed to have gone out with the cup just now. She couldn't help but quickly ran to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Zhang Hao was standing outside the door.
He frowned and gently shook his left hand, while at his feet was spilled coffee and broken glass.
Song Ziting didn't know what was going on. She rushed up to Zhang Hao without even thinking, then quickly took Zhang Hao's left hand and asked, "Is it burnt?" Then, without waiting for Zhang Hao's reaction, she pulled
Then Zhang Hao walked towards the bathroom not far away.
Zhang Hao didn't expect that Song Ziting would suddenly rush out. He felt the pain of hot water burning on his palms. Just as he was frowning, wondering if he was really burned, Song Ziting took his arm and walked to the bathroom. Zhang Hao
He didn't react at all, so he let Song Ziting pull her towards the bathroom. It wasn't until the cold water washed down his palms that Zhang Hao stopped and subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull his palms back, but he didn't expect that this would cause
Song Ziting was dissatisfied. Song Ziting lowered her head and carefully inspected Zhang Hao's palm, and said complainingly: "Why didn't you call me to make coffee? Your hand is already injured. If this hand is also injured, then what should I do?"
What should I do? Who will handle the company’s affairs?”
Zhang Hao looked at Song Ziting's busy appearance, and kept scolding him. It seemed that no one had ever said this to him since he was a child. His mother and grandmother loved him endlessly, while his father was extremely strict.
He didn't give himself a chance to refute, which even led to a cold war with him. But now there was such a person nagging beside him, and it seemed that he still liked this kind of nagging. Zhang Hao couldn't help it.
He grinned and laughed.
Song Ziting was holding Zhang Hao's hand and pouring cold water when she suddenly heard laughter coming from above her head. She couldn't help but look up, but when she looked up, she saw Zhang Hao squinting his eyes and staring at her motionlessly. Song Ziting was being stared at.
I was a little embarrassed. I reacted immediately, my face turned red instantly, and I reached out and quickly shook off Zhang Hao's palm: "Your hand... your hand is fine! I'll go and clean up the broken pieces of the cup first!"
Song Ziting stammered, then turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
Zhang Hao seemed to have the idea of holding Song Ziting into his arms at the first moment, so before Song Ziting took a step, he reached out and grabbed Song Ziting's arm, and hugged Song Ziting firmly with all his strength.
Entering his arms and smelling the unique fragrance of Song Ziting, Zhang Hao couldn't help but sniff, then put his chin on Song Ziting's shoulder, and gently brushed his lips against Song Ziting's earlobe: "Just now, were you caring about me?"
"Ah... you... let me go..." Song Ziting didn't have any defense. She felt Zhang Hao's breath and felt like she was getting an electric shock. When she reacted, she blushed and struggled, but when she heard Zhang Hao's
When asked, Song Ziting couldn't help but froze in Zhang Hao's arms and asked herself: Did she really care about that gangster just now?! How is that possible? Song Ziting shook her head, trying to make her brain clearer, and then struggled again
.
At this moment, Zhang Hao's mind was filled with the way Song Ziting was worried about him. Feeling the warmth coming from his arms, Zhang Hao felt that he couldn't let go of his hand no matter what, until Song Ziting's struggle accidentally touched his arm. Zhang Hao couldn't bear it.
He couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air: "His!"! But what Zhang Hao didn't expect was that when he took a breath, Song Ziting in his arms stopped struggling and didn't dare to move. She even froze and asked softly.
Said: "Is your arm okay?"
When Zhang Hao heard Song Ziting's words, he couldn't help but curl his lips, put most of his weight on Song Ziting's body, hugged Song Ziting tighter, and then said pitifully: "My arm hurts so much.
It seems like it’s broken again…”
When Song Ziting heard Zhang Hao's words, she couldn't help being shocked. She remembered what Dr. Chu said, if Zhang Hao's arm could not recover, there would be sequelae. Thinking of this, Song Ziting did not dare to move, and let Zhang Hao hold her in his arms.
By herself, it wasn't until she heard Zhang Hao say softly: "Please help me go in and take a rest!" Song Ziting moved her sore shoulders, and then carefully helped Zhang Hao around the broken glass and directly entered the back room of the office. Zhang
Hao looked at his empty arms and felt disappointed for a moment, but when he saw the single bed in the room, an imperceptible smile slipped across the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth.