Chang Che's mood improved again. He looked at the ceiling alone, thinking that he would say a few soft words to her later to make her happy. Forget it, he was a man.
After waiting for a long time, as soon as the call was connected, there was a non-yinful hello from the other side.
Hey, hey, don’t you always just call me Che?
Miss, you must still be angry.
Chang Che cursed in his heart and restrained his tone: "Yingying, I'm at the base."
"Oh." It was another monosyllable that was neither cold nor indifferent.
"I just had something urgent to come back to deal with. I'll come see you next time when I'm free. Don't give birth to Yingying, okay? I'll bring you a gift next time."
"casual."
Chang Che was going crazy. "Are you still angry? Okay, okay, it's my fault, I apologize to you, I reflect deeply, and I will never do anything you don't like without asking for your consent again, eh?
"
"You can't do it. That's the kind of person you are. I can see clearly that you are neither poisonous nor a husband. That's the kind of person you are." He said a few more words, but none of them were pleasant to the ear.
How could he not be a poisonous husband?
He didn't care about her much.
He had apologized in such a low-profile manner, but his temper was still so fierce. His enthusiasm was as if he had been poured by a basin of cold water. Chang Che coughed twice and his tone became calmer: "Then you have a good rest. I'm going to die."
I’ll call you again.”
After that, I hung up immediately, threw away my phone, took off my clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As he walked, he muttered: It’s hard to raise a woman and a villain.
Under the blue sea and bright sky, Chang Che sunbathed in the bathroom, washing away his fatigue and feeling much better.
The door was ajar, and suddenly he heard footsteps approaching from far away. Chang Che looked in the direction of the door and raised his voice: "Who is outside?"
"I'm Isa." Isa put the food on the table, walked toward the bathroom, stopped at the door of the bathroom, and said in a low voice.
Through the curtain, you can see a man bathing in the pool. His wheat-colored chest muscles are looming under the cover of the curtain, making people think about it.
The outline of Chang Che's side face seemed to be covered with the light of the Holy Spirit. Isa was fascinated by it, as if his eyes were frozen and he couldn't move his eyes away.
"Come in."
Isa was shocked. She didn't expect that what she was waiting for was Chang Che's commanding tone. When she went in, her steps were faster than her brain could react. She had already involuntarily opened the curtain and walked in.
Chang Che spread out his hands and leaned against the edge of the pool. His eyebrows did not relax. He frowned slightly as if he was disturbed by something. The water vapor lingered around him, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
"Come here and rub my back."
Isa stood five steps away without moving. She swallowed, forced herself to put her thoughts away, and then asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to attack you?"
"Ifei only taught you how to kill people, but didn't teach you how to serve others?" All he got was a simple question from Chang Che.
Of course, in fact, Ife often asked her to rub his back.
"Still not coming over?" Chang Che's voice deepened.
"yes."
Isha said respectfully, then sat over and knelt beside the pool, holding a special towel for back rub, covering his wheat-colored back. There was no trace of scars on his strong upper body, unlike Ifei.
, there are many large and small, deep and shallow scars on Ifei's back, which looks ferocious.