She was afraid that sooner or later someone would discover that it was her and not Yang Yunguang. After all, there were photos to prove it.
Xi Xiangdong seemed to know her doubts and ruffled her hair: "Didn't you say you want to surpass Yun Guang? Are you scared so soon?"
Pei Xiao shook her head. If she wants to be with Xi Xiangdong, sooner or later she will be scolded by all the people and drowned in saliva. Stars will bump into each other, they will fight for love, and two women will fight for their husbands... She can almost imagine what is waiting for her at that time.
A bloody storm.
A senior in the entertainment industry said: Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, just get used to it.
What she was experiencing now was just drizzle. She leaned against Xi Xiangdong, yawned, and asked him: "No matter what happens, you will be by my side, right?"
Xi Xiangdong looked down at her and said nothing, but hugged her waist tightly.
The ancients said that when you are full and warm, you will think about your silver desires. You will not deceive me sincerely.
As soon as he got home, the energetic Mr. Xi leaned against someone and entered the bathroom together. Pei Xiao stretched on the edge of the bathtub a few times without escaping. Thinking of the fierce fight on the sofa before dinner, her calves began to tremble.
: "Mr. Xi... I have an audition tomorrow..."
Xi Xiangdong hesitated and stopped.
The opportunity must not be missed, it will never come back. Pei Xiao turned over and climbed out of the bathtub——
Guzi!
Xi Xiangdong pulled her calf back, and Pei Xiao sat on him, taking the position directly.
This battle once again proved the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Martyr Pei Xiao finally died heroically after enduring repeated fire from the enemy.
At six o'clock in the morning, Pei Xiao, who had sore legs and headache, was woken up by the rapid ringing of his cell phone.
Xi Xiangdong was actually awake and was standing by the bed getting dressed. When he saw her rubbing her eyes, he came over to cover her with a quilt and tucked her exposed white arms back into the quilt.
Pei Xiao held his hand with nostalgia: "So early?"
"There are some important documents left in the company. I have to go back and get them."
Pei Xiao then remembered that he seemed to be working overtime at the company before he came last night. So he sat up and said, "Then let me make you breakfast. You can eat before you leave."
Xi Xiangdong wanted to refuse, but she had already put on her shirt.
The sound of gurgling water sounded in the bathroom. Pei Xiao stood in front of the stove, stirring the porridge in the pot, feeling like a little wife. Just thinking that when he walked out of this door, he would become someone else's fiancé and the boss of her company.
It feels slightly bitter.
After Xi Xiangdong took a shower, he saw Pei Xiao holding a rice spoon, frowning and laughing for a while. He stood at the door, staring at her like a night wolf for a long time, before Pei Xiao reacted: "Mr. Xi, are you done washing?
The food is ready to eat..."
While she was talking, she hurriedly went to serve the porridge, but she forgot to bring her hands with her. Her tender fingers got stuck on the edge of the pot, which made her jump away immediately, put her hand in her mouth and sucked hard.
"Don't move!" Xi Xiangdong grabbed her hand and held it under the faucet.
After being rinsed with cold water, the burned area immediately turned red.
He looked down for a while, frowned: "Don't touch the blisters, sit outside, I'll do it."
Pei Xiao curled her lips and left the kitchen. Normally she was fine by herself, but when she was in front of him, she was always in a hurry, as if she couldn't do anything well. No wonder she was always looked down upon by him.
Xi Xiangdong skillfully poured out two bowls of white porridge, and unpacked a pack of pickles from her refrigerator, put them on a plate and mixed them. He opened the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, sat down next to Pei Xiao and took a mouthful of porridge. The hazy morning light shone through.
Pei Xiao was fascinated by his silhouette again, and his nose felt slightly sore.