Chapter 60 If I am a second-rate, then you are a douche. As soon as Zhuo Ling left, he opened the gift he gave Nan Xi. It was a pair of black high-heeled shoes. The style was simple but elegant, and they were from a well-known brand. High-end goods are expensive. Zhuo Ling looked at the shoes and couldn't help but frowned. He didn't understand the purpose of the Champions League promotion.
He absolutely believed that Nanxi did not provoke the Champions League promotion. He had no time and no motive. But the more this happened, the more worried he became.
"President, does this Champions League promotion have a crush on our Xixi?" Zhong Fei looked horrified as if he had discovered a new world. This is a very serious signal.
Although media reports on Ou Guansheng are rare, there must be traces of what he has done. Especially for someone as outstanding as Ou Guansheng, his love affairs have long been spread among the upper class circles. He has not It is not unusual for someone to be married but never lack women around him, even to have women of different nationalities at the same time.
Zhuo Ling became even more worried, "No, no matter how big the Champions League is, how big Nanxi is, it's impossible!"
"What is impossible, Ling, you are a man and you should know the mentality of men best. If you eat too much delicacies, you will get tired. If you get tired, you will want to eat green vegetables. You will like Xixi, why not the European Cup?"
Zhuo Ling's heart was completely moved. This was the most manly thing he had ever heard Zhong Fei say since he got acquainted with him. It made sense.
He quickly put away his high heels, carried his bag, picked up his car keys, and walked anxiously to the door, "I'm back. If you need anything, call me this afternoon."
"Ah? No need to be so anxious? I'm just guessing, not to mention that Xixi is not the kind of person who falls in love with everyone she meets."
Zhuo Ling walked in a hurry, waved his hand back and ran out.
The warm winter sun was shining brightly. Zhuo Ling drove as fast as he could to Nan Xi's house. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. Suddenly he remembered that he had a key, so he quickly took out the key and opened the door.
Almost at the same time, when he pushed the door, the door opened from the inside. Nan Xi rubbed her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, "Why are you back?"
Zhuo Ling felt something wrong when he saw her pale face. He put his shoes aside and quickly supported her arm back to the room. He even reached out and touched her forehead, "You have a fever. Are you feeling well?" ?”
Nanxi couldn't help but shiver. It was so cold after leaving the bed. She quickly got back in, "Maybe it's because my aunt is here. I feel weak. Why are you back?"
Fortunately, I came back, otherwise this idiot wouldn't even know he had a fever. "You're so sleepy. Doesn't it mean you have a fever if you're so hot?! Get up and get dressed, I'll take you to the hospital."
"Ouch? No! It's not uncomfortable. I'll be fine if I sleep for a while." Nanxi rolled from side to side and wrapped her whole body in quilt. She must not leave the warm quilt. It was really too cold outside.
Zhuo Ling had nothing to do with her. He held her face in his hands, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, "You said you don't have a fever. Look, your breath is so hot."
Nan Xi couldn't open her eyes. Maybe she really had a fever, or maybe she was dazed by Zhuo Ling being so close. She showed a lazy smile and said softly: "Look at how nervous you are about me. , I’m so happy even if I have a fever.”
Zhuo Ling smiled, pinched her nose and cursed softly, "You idiot!"
"Hate it, I noticed that the more you call me a dick, the easier it becomes. If I were a dick, then you would be a dick. They just make a perfect couple."
"..." Zhuo Ling was speechless, "Okay, then you lie down and I'll cook. Looking at you like this, you must have never eaten. What's the point of not eating? If you're still so hot in the afternoon, you must go to the hospital."
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"Can you still cook? Don't burn down my kitchen."
"I can still cook porridge and stuff."
Zhuo Ling confidently started messing around in the kitchen. When he was a child, he lived a very poor life with his mother. Her mother worked hard and he did all the housework. Even though he was only eight years old at the time, he was good at sweeping, cooking and washing.
It was still decent. Later, when he moved into Zhuo's house, he didn't have to do anything. But in the past few years, he moved out to live alone, and occasionally he would cook and cook simple things.
After a while, bursts of fragrance floated from the kitchen into the bedroom, attracting Nan Xi's greedy insects, "It smells so good, I'm so hungry..."
Nan Xi put on thick pajamas and walked out of the room. She saw Zhuo Ling's tall and straight back busy in the small kitchen. He took off his suit and his light gray woolen sweater revealed his white shirt collar. Outside the window
The sunlight shone in, and it was as if there was a circle of light surrounding him. Nan Xi almost drooled at the sight, and pounced on it like a moth to a flame.
"Hee hee, I didn't expect you to be really capable." She hugged Zhuo Ling from behind and rested her cheek comfortably on his back. The more they got along with her, the more she discovered how good he was. She had to hold him tightly.
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Zhuo Ling did not stop the movements of his hands, stirring the rice porridge in the pot evenly and softly. His cheeks and eyes turned back, "Why did it come out? Is it cold?"
"Neither cold nor cold," Nan Xi suddenly became a little literary, "Every morning when I open my eyes, the sun and you are there. This is the future I want."
Zhuo Ling heard this and smiled, "It's already noon now, you idiot."
Nan Xi pouted her lips and said unconvinced: "You really don't understand the style, you bastard!"
"..." The nickname Erdan sounded awkward, so he quickly changed the subject, "Sit on the sofa and I'll serve it to you. Eat it while it's hot."
"good."
Nan Xi walked to the living room and saw the box on the coffee table at a glance. She was familiar with everything at home. This strange thing must have been brought by Zhuo Ling. "What is this?" she asked, and she stepped forward and opened the box.
"Wow, shoes, did you give them to me?" She happily took out the high heels, put them on the ground and put them on her feet. "The size is just right, and they are very comfortable to walk on. The color is also very suitable.
Wear it for work, thank you."
Zhuo Ling came out with the steaming porridge and saw Nan Xi walking in the living room wearing high heels and trying it out. He had an indescribable feeling, "I didn't give it to you." He said lightly.
Said something.
"Who is that for? Tell me honestly." Nan Xi joked.
"It was given to you by Ou Guansheng. He said he broke your shoes last time and this time he specially gave you a pair. This is why I rushed back in a hurry." Zhuo Ling looked at her and emphasized the tone of the last sentence.
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Nan Xi was stunned for a moment, "The Champions League promotion is mine?" Oh my god, a chill ran down her back as soon as she heard the name. She quickly took off her clothes, "Then if you didn't tell me earlier, it was his, and I would never wear it.
He's so scary, he might have poisonous nails in his shoes."