Song Zixuan suppressed his anger and actually smiled: "Enjoy this short-term happiness for now!"
Although she was laughing, Zhong Zhenzhen felt a chill on her back, but she slept very soundly at night without Song Zixuan.
Just in the early morning, she suddenly received a call from Song Zixuan. She answered the call and called her several times but no one answered.
But she could clearly hear the voices of Song Zixuan and another woman. The woman's coquettish voice and Song Zixuan's cooperative voice came from the phone.
Is this interesting? Zhong Zhenzhen frowned
Hang up the phone, she slept quite well that night
When he woke up the next day, Song Zixuan was sleeping next to him. Zhong Zhenzhen was so frightened that he almost jumped up. He sat up and looked down at his gentle sleeping face. It seemed that he only looked more like a human being when he was asleep.
Just when she was looking at her in a trance, Song Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes, making her tremble with fright.
"Are you awake?" he asked
Zhong Zhenzhen nodded awkwardly and asked as if he had nothing to say, "When did you come back?"
Song Zixuan looked at her in surprise. This woman asked him for the first time when he returned home. She changed from her usual irritability and said calmly: "Morning"
Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with him. He turned his head and asked with a warm and ambiguous tone: "Don't you ask me where I lived yesterday?"
"Does this have anything to do with me?" Zhong Zhenzhen blurted out.
Time seemed to stop from this second, so quiet that you could hear the breathing of both parties
Suddenly, Song Zixuan stood up, picked up his coat, and said viciously: "You are very sensible, and you know your identity. Get the hell back to your room."
This seems to be my room originally?
Of course, Zhong Zhenzhen would never say this when Song Zixuan was furious.
Fortunately, Song Zixuan himself realized that he had said the wrong thing, threw all the skin care products on her dressing table and left.
Those were all bought with my own money. Zhong Zhen’s heart is really bleeding.
During breakfast, he told Zhang Ma that she might not come over these days. The implication was that he would keep an eye on her during these three days.
Zhong Zhenzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the past three years, she had lived a life of worry and fear, and she only felt extremely comfortable when he was not around.
After Song Zixuan left, she told Zhang's mother that she was going out for a meeting and not eating at home.
She was about to go out and find a job. She had followed Song Zixuan for three years, but Young Master Song had spent a lot of money and never spent any money on her. Although she had saved as much as she could, her savings could not last long.