Zong Zhenglie was still making a hiding gesture, and was stunned by her sudden words, "What are you doing? I'm not going back!"
"Go back! He Xiangwan is going to your house to celebrate his birthday tomorrow. Everyone is going to your house tomorrow. It's not good for you to be at my house today." Even if they know that nothing happened, others may not believe it.
Especially now that He Xiangwan is watching her eagerly, looking for an opportunity to intervene.
Zong Zhenglie raised his eyebrows, "What did you say? He Xiangwan is going to my house to celebrate his birthday. Why?"
"I want to know too." Sheng Xin paused. "I should know tomorrow."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's no fun!" Sheng Xin hit him on the back with a broom, and Zong Zheng screamed in pain, "Go back quickly, I'm going to bed too!"
"Are you really driving me away?" Zong Zhenglie looked at her pitifully.
Sheng Xin rolled his eyes, "Get out of here!"
"Oh, who cares about living on your shabby sofa! It's hard and small!" Zong Zhenglie curled his lips, "I want to go back and sleep on the big bed!"
"Good night no farewell!"
"you--"
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The next day, Zong Zhengchen came very early.
But Sheng Xin lingered on.
You know, she was going to Zong Zheng's house today, and Zong Zhengchen's parents were both there. Even if she was pretending, she had to put on some pretense!
She carefully chose a white knee-length dress, because she knew that her uncle and aunt were relatively conservative, and wearing a short skirt would undoubtedly be courting death.
Zong Zhengchen waited downstairs for nearly half an hour before he saw Sheng Xin coming down with her bag.
As soon as I got in the car, the smell of perfume reached my nose again.
"Xiao Xin, you are very beautiful today!" Zong Zhengchen praised as always, but Sheng Xin frowned and looked at him with some disappointment.
"He Xiangwan took a ride in your car today?"
"Huh?" Zong Zhengchen was startled for a moment before nodding, "Yes, she woke up very early and called me in advance to ask me to take her to my home."
Sheng Xin took a sip, and her good mood was suddenly ruined, "Can't she take a taxi by herself?"
It’s not like I don’t have money, so why do I have to ask my ex-boyfriend to pick her up?
"Xiao Xin... why are you so jealous!" Zong Zhengchen smiled and reached out to touch her hair, "She has already said she quit. There is no need for you to argue with her about this."
"I'm not fussing!" Sheng Xin wanted to say what he was thinking, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to express them.
Zong Zhengchen directly interpreted her behavior as jealousy and began to comfort her, "Xiao Xin, you should know how I feel about you. If I wanted to reconcile with Xiang Wan, I wouldn't need to do this to you at all! So!
Don’t think too much, after her birthday today, we probably won’t have much to contact, and when her father comes, she will go back to Los Angeles!”
When Sheng Xin heard the explanation, she suddenly wanted to roll her eyes, but she endured it and tugged her lips, "I understand, let's go, don't keep uncle and aunt waiting."
"Well! My mother was so happy when she knew you were coming! She urged me to pick you up all morning."
Sheng Xin nodded and said nothing more, but looked out the car window.
.......
The car quickly drove to Zong Zheng's house. As soon as he entered, Sheng Xin saw Zong Zheng Lie's ostentatious military green Hummer.
Zheng Meishu, who was in the room, saw her and hurriedly came out of the living room with a smile on her face.