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Chapter 18 Habitual Shut the Door

Du Jiawen seemed to be stunned for a moment before retorting angrily: "What are you thinking in your little head!"

Xiang Xiaochuang turned around and continued to wash the dishes. The atmosphere became silent. Du Jiawen looked at Xiang Xiaochuang's calm side face and felt slightly flustered. He - he felt guilty.

If Xiang Xiaochuang hadn't revealed his life experience so quickly, maybe he would have continued to keep her in this way. Has Xiaoling recovered... It doesn't matter, he knows that Xiang Xiaochuang still has a place in his heart, pretending to be an orphan.

Originally, he had already started purchasing the land for the orphanage.

However, Boss Tang's intervention made his plan impossible, and he lost the leverage to blackmail Xiang Xiaochuang.

"Xiaochang...you mean...I promise to marry you?" Du Jiawen thought for a while and decided to have a frank talk with Xiang Xiaochuang.

Xiang Xiaochuang dried his hands with a dry towel and lowered his face slightly. From Du Jiawen's perspective, he could see the cyan blood vessels flowing slowly under the skin on the side of her neck, which actually made him feel heartache.

"You... have never..." She smiled, but her eyes avoided his gaze.

"Xiaochang!" Du Jiawen wanted to hug him out of habit, but she turned around and walked towards the living room.

She also has a temper! Du Jiawen smiled helplessly and followed her to sit on the sofa. She grabbed a single sofa, and he lost the opportunity to sit with her.

"There's no coffee machine, just drink boiled water!" Xiang Xiaochuang turned sideways, used a glass to take two cups of warm water from the water dispenser beside him, and handed one cup to him.

Du Jiawen took it with one hand, but took the opportunity to hold her hand with the other. No matter how hard she struggled, she just wouldn't let go. Xiang Xiaochuang looked at him angrily, but helplessly smiled at him.

's eyes.

"Xiaochuang, I like you." He said.

Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly lost all his strength and just stared at him blankly.

Like... But, it's just like it. Just like a child facing a favorite toy, until he gets tired of playing with it, it's still like it.

"Really." Du Jiawen emphasized.

"Yeah." Xiang Xiaochuang agreed, struggled hard, took out her hand, and held the glass in both hands. As if this was her only source of strength, the coldness in her heart gradually came up, and she could only hold the glass in her hands.

There is still a little warmth in the palm of the hand holding the hot water.

"What's wrong?" Du Jiawen didn't understand why Xiang Xiaochuang looked like he was hit by his confession.

"It's nothing. You said you like me, and you are flattered and grateful. I think you have said this to many people, right?" Xiang Xiaochuang cheered up and forced a smile, "It sounds like

A scene from a TV series."

Du Jiawen was furious: "Do you think I often watch TV series?"

Xiang Xiaochuang thought seriously for a moment: "I rarely... rarely see you turn on the TV."

"I mean what I said, could you please cooperate?"

"Then should I pay homage to you?"

"Xiao Chuang!" Du Jiawen glared at her, "I rarely say this to others. For me, like is a very solemn word and a very serious feeling."

"Yeah." Xiang Xiaochuang agreed calmly.

Du Jiawen sighed and said coquettishly: "I know you don't believe it. Do you think I would say this when I see a woman? Except you...others don't need me to say these sweet words..."

"It's getting late." Xiang Xiaochuang suddenly raised his head with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Du Jiawen didn't react for a moment.

"If you still want to work late at night, please take it back to your home. I will not provide your working place for free." Xiang Xiaochuang pointed to a stack of information on the coffee table.

"I'm just lending you a piece of land to do some private work. How stingy? How about I reciprocate and lend you a piece of land to do some private work?"

"No, thank you." Xiang Xiaochuang smiled politely.

"Xiao Chuang, we have been together for so long, do we need to be so familiar? I like to sleep with you in my arms, even if I don't do anything." He looked at her with a smile, and the fire in his eyes was definitely not "nothing."

It means "dry".

"Don't forget to close the door for me when you go out." Xiang Xiaochuang stood up and before he could react, he had already entered the bedroom, closed the door and locked it.

Du Jiawen stared at the door and laughed for a long time.

He should have known that she also had thorns, right?

"Sure enough, it's a bit late..." He looked at his watch and laughed. However, he still didn't get up and leave, but continued to drink boiled water one sip after another.

In the night, the edges of the window screens were coated, and the golden threads glowed coldly in the moonlight.

Although he was a little discouraged, when he recalled Xiang Xiaochuang's expression, it was so rich that he had never seen it after being with her for so long. Maybe he should give her some room to breathe freely.

Anyway, he had a month to slowly spend time with her. A smile line was deeply engraved on his lips, with a bit of pride and a bit of regret.

The next day, while Xiang Xiaochuang was still lying on his back, the door was lightly knocked on several times.

"Xiaochuang, open the door."

She was not fully awake yet, so she habitually obeyed the voice. She yawned and opened the door. She suddenly woke up when she saw Du Jiawen standing at the door with a refreshing look on his face.

"This is my home!"

"Go to work." Du Jiawen turned a blind eye to her protest.

"Oh, wait for me for five minutes." Xiang Xiaochuang was about to repeat his old trick and isolate him from the room, but he had already squeezed half of his body in, and could only stare at him angrily.

"I'll wait for you in the room." Du Jiawen smiled good-naturedly.

Du Jiawen walked into the bathroom angrily holding his clothes. Du Jiawen restrained his urge to "peep". He had already decided to get off to a good start with her.

Sure enough, she only needed five minutes. The slim-fitting design of the woolen sweater outlined her slightly swollen belly with twists and turns.

Seeing Du Jiawen's gaze, Xiang Xiaochuang's face turned red: "Let's go."

"Let me listen, the baby may be calling daddy!"

Before Xiang Xiaochuang had time to react, he was already half-kneeling in front of her and really put his ear against her belly. But in fact, he just found an excuse to kiss Fangze.

"It's only been three months, you..." Xiang Xiaochuang couldn't laugh or cry, and then he immediately understood his intention and growled, "Du Jiawen!"

"Okay, don't be angry." Du Jiawen coaxed with a smile. Before Xiang Xiaochuang changed his face again, he calmed down and said, "Xiaochuang, I want to discuss something with you, and you must agree."

As expected, Xiang Xiaochuang's attention was diverted by him. Why should he "discuss" with her so solemnly, and why should he "definitely" agree? Can it still be called "discussing"?

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