Chapter Seventeen I Don't Know What You're Talking About
It was already bright when Zhang Xiao woke up. He stretched out his arms to block the sunlight. Zhang Xiao had no intention of getting up.
His body seemed to have been reorganized, and a secret place was aching. After the torment last night, Zhang Xiao felt strangely calm in his heart.
"It's time for breakfast!" Qin Zifeng pretended to knock on the half-open door, and came in with a dinner plate before Zhang Xiao could respond.
Zhang Xiao glanced at someone who came in from the corner of his eye, and then silently wanted to get up. Although he was strangely not repelled by what happened yesterday, that didn't mean that he just liked being manipulated. Everything seemed to be joyful.
Everything is in the hands of the other person, including his own limbs. This feeling of being uncontrollable is something that any normal man would hate.
He, Zhang Xiao, has not yet reached the stage of perversion.
When Qin Zifeng saw Zhang Xiao was about to get up and get dressed, he put the dinner plate on the bedside table and sat on the bed, staring at Zhang Xiao's movements without blinking.
Just sitting up, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Zhang Xiao's head. Only then did he realize that his clothes were not on the bed at all.
After giving someone by the bed a hard look, Zhang Xiao lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.
Qin Zifeng stopped Zhang Xiao, "I washed the clothes I threw on the ground yesterday this morning. If you don't feel well, what should you tell me?"
Zhang Xiao smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Young Master Qin is very considerate!"
Qin Zifeng didn't pay attention to Zhang Xiao's ridicule. He knew that he had suppressed this man with brute force last night. This morning would not be easy. To be honest, Zhang Xiao's current reaction was much better than he expected.
Curving his lips, Qin Zifeng whispered to Zhang Xiao: "Is it there?" He glanced at the cabinet next to the door.
"Look and take it." Zhang Xiao stared at Qin Zifeng for a while, then lay back on the bed as if giving up.
Qin Zifeng smiled, got up and walked there. After opening the wardrobe, he was stunned for a moment.
All white shirts and white socks, the rest of the coat and pants are all black
Looking at Zhang Xiao, there was a tenderness and doting in his eyes that he didn't even know he had. Qin Zifeng only felt that Zhang Xiao was so cute. He couldn't catch the other person's surprise no matter how casually he took it.
"Where are the underwear?" Qin Zifeng quickly took a white shirt, a black suit and white socks
"Where's the bedside table? Just bring these over!" Zhang Xiao said impatiently.
Qin Zifeng raised his eyebrows and silently took the clothes, but did not hand them to Zhang Xiao.
"Get dressed after eating," Qin Zifeng said calmly, put the clothes beside him, and picked up the dinner plate he had just put aside.
Zhang Xiao opened his mouth to scold, but under Qin Zifeng's stubborn gaze, he held it back and half sat on the bed. He scratched his head several times. Zhang Xiao said a little discouraged: "Can't I just listen to you?"
When Qin Zifeng heard this, he picked up the spoon with crooked eyebrows.
When Zhang Xiao saw this posture, he didn't know what the other party's intention was and he waved his hands. Zhang Xiao quickly said: "I will do it myself, so I won't trouble you, Mr. Qin."
"I'm happy to do these things for you." Qin Zifeng moved his hand holding the bowl back, looking at Zhang Xiao without any hint of joking.
"But I'm not happy!" Zhang Xiao's brows were tightly knitted together. His temper that had been deliberately controlled since he got up in the morning suddenly burst through the valve. At this time, he only felt extremely depressed.
Zhang Xiao's rude words made Qin Zifeng frown. He glanced at Zhang Xiao and then lowered his eyelids, silently handing the porridge bowl to Zhang Xiao.
The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while
Zhang Xiao threw away the spoon, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a few mouthfuls.
Qin Zifeng opened his mouth, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.
Zhang Xiao handed the empty bowl to Qin Zifeng. Seeing the other person's hesitant expression, he felt a little angry for some reason. He suddenly remembered that someone looked at him with such a dead look last night.
His movements suddenly froze, and he slowly raised his head, "Has Cui Hao eaten?"
The other party's dry and slightly uneasy words made Qin Zifeng's hand holding the bowl pause. He glanced at Zhang Xiao and then turned away, put the empty bowl back on the plate, and then took some other things, "He has already
gone!"
Zhang Xiao was anxious and suddenly grabbed Qin Zifeng's arm, causing some of the tomato scrambled egg juice to spill out.
Qin Zifeng glanced at the crimson-stained sheets with a complicated expression. The juice was thickly spread on the white snow, arrogantly dazzling people. However, they do have the capital to be arrogant. No matter how long ago they were washed, this list would not be restored.
It's finally
Zhang Xiao was still yelling anxiously, "Did you say something to him? Did you do it?"
Qin Zifeng's expression was dazed for a moment, and then a big smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhang Xiao with a smile, "What do you think?"
"Can't you fucking let me go?"
Everything seemed to be back to the beginning. Zhang Xiao cursed at him as always. Qin Zifeng thought like this, but the smile on his face became brighter, "Xiaoxiao, you know this is impossible."
Zhang Xiao's hand holding Qin Zifeng's arm unconsciously pulled hard, the dinner plate tilted, and both of them were immediately in a mess.
Qin Zifeng seemed not to notice, still staring at Zhang Xiao with a smile on his face, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, his voice brisk and concerned, "It turns out Xiaoxiao doesn't like to eat this, I will remember not to give it to Xiaoxiao next time
Let’s make this dish”
Zhang Xiao looked at Qin Zifeng fiercely, pulled the person towards him, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't pretend to be mean to me, let's be clear, were you the one who drove Cui Hao away?"
Qin Zifeng straightened his expression suddenly, and ignored Zhang Xiao's widened eyes when he saw this. He moved his face closer to Zhang Xiao and said slowly and softly: "Are you so afraid of me?"
The expression on Zhang Xiao's face froze for a moment. It took him a while to find his voice, and said dryly: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"You have feelings for me, but you don't want to admit it, and you want to find some facts to prove that you are right." Qin Zifeng smiled with a smile on his face, but his face was very cold. His voice became softer, "Do you really think it was me who rushed you?"
Is your friend leaving?"
Zhang Xiao's hand holding Qin Zifeng's veins was already showing. He looked at the other person in a daze, but his mouth seemed to have its own consciousness, and he said unwillingly, "I don't know what you are talking about."