Sikong Lingge's entire face turned pale, and his heart was trembling violently.
At this moment, Sikong Lingge felt as if he had been thrown into a furnace, suffering uncomfortably...
Will Fang Yiren discover the poem in the rubber cloth?
After seeing those two lines of poetry, will Fang Yiren guess the meaning?
In the chaos, Shangguan Zhixing's figure came into Sikong Lingge's field of vision.
She was wearing white pajamas, her eyes were a little hazy, and she looked like she had just woken up.
"Zile, who was knocking just now - Lingge, why are you here? Are you still barefoot?" Shangguan Zhixing's expression was "surprised".
When Fang Yiren saw Shangguan Zhixing coming out, she immediately put away her shrewd expression and returned to her innocent look, "Sister Lingge is here to deliver handmade soap. The handmade soap made by Sister Lingge is so beautiful, and there are engravings inside.
!”
Fang Yiren said while raising the handmade soap high.
On the surface, it seems that he wants to show Shangguan Zhixing what words are engraved in the handmade soap, but in fact, Fang Yiren wants to see clearly.
While Fang Yiren was studying, she secretly glanced at Shangguan Zhixing from the corner of her eye to observe her expression.
When Sikong Lingge saw this, his whole heart went cold——
Damn it!
She is so self-righteous and careless!
He actually thought that if everyone came to see Shangguan Zhixing in the early morning while everyone was asleep, Fang Yiren would not be discovered.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yiren came to live with Zhixing!
Should have expected it!
Fang Yiren will never make any movements at all——
During dinner, Fang Yiren clearly showed doubts.
On the back of the hand, there are clearly still traces of Fang Yiren’s pinched fingers——
And she was so stupid that she forgot all this and came to Zhixing rashly...
If Fang Yiren knew that he wanted to tell Zhixing her secret, Fang Yiren would never let the child go.
what to do?
what to do?
what to do?
Sikong Lingge was there, his mind in chaos...
Shangguan Zhixing glanced at Fang Yiren indifferently, with a calm expression, not seeing anything unusual, "Zile, the lights in the corridor are so dark, I can't see what is written in the handmade soap."
"Then where should we go to see it?" Fang Yiren said sweetly, but she was sneering in her heart——
Shangguan Zhixing, don't think that I don't know that you want to get information about Fang from Sikong Lingge!
She wanted to see how Shangguan Zhixing was going to deal with this situation!
"Let's go to the room and take a look." Shangguan Zhixing smiled and stepped aside to make way.
Fang Yiren never expected that Shangguan Zhixing would be so generous, and was stunned for a moment.
My mind is spinning rapidly——
Did she deduce it wrong?
Shangguan Zhixing simply liked the handmade soap made by Sikong Lingge and asked her to make it. He had no other intentions?
wrong!
If it was as simple as just liking handmade soap, why would Sikong Lingge come to deliver it at five in the morning?
Sikong Lingge's expression was even more shocked than Fang Yiren's.
"Zhixing...?"
He even invited Fang Yiren to watch it together. What was Shangguan Zhixing thinking?
She wasn't afraid. Did Fang Yiren see anything?
Sikong Lingge looked at Shangguan Zhixing, full of doubts in his heart——
"Come in, the temperature difference between morning and evening has been huge recently, and you don't even have shoes on. If you catch a cold soon, brother will definitely be angry with me." Shangguan Zhixing said with a smile, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of any worry.
Maybe... Zhixing has already thought of a way to deal with it?