"No." Xiang Ziyuan replied calmly with no expression on her face.
"It's okay if you don't." Ling smiled and curled his lips. The dimples that Xiang Ziwan thought were sweet at first seemed strangely annoying at this moment.
After a while, when Zuo Zimo's car stopped in front of the two of them, Ling Xiaoxiao chose the passenger seat without politeness. Xiang Ziyuan was stunned for a while, but Zuo Zimo didn't want to speak.
I mean, I opened the back seat door again and got in.
But my heart sank little by little.
She didn't know who this Ling Xiaoxiao was, but she clearly felt hostility from him.
Being so rude today is, I'm afraid, just the beginning.
"What's wrong?"
When he got home and saw Zi Yuan's depressed expression, Zuo Zimo couldn't help but asked with concern.
As soon as Xiang Ziyuan entered the door, she went back to the room. When she saw Zuo Zimo coming in, she said in a bad tone: "I'm a little tired and want to take a rest. Don't call me when dinner is ready." It was rare that she didn't have to cook today, but she didn't do it at all.
I don't feel happy either.
"What's wrong with you? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Zuo Zimo thought she was feeling unwell, but he didn't know that she was actually feeling unwell. Even if she went to the best hospital to see the best doctor, it would be of no use.
.
Xiang Ziyuan had lowered her head since she entered the door. At this moment, she turned her back to him and coldly refused: "No, I'll just take a rest. You can go cook!"
Zuo Zimo clearly felt that she was angry with him, especially since the other party couldn't use the word "cooking" in both sentences. He knew that she was being awkward about something, so he couldn't help but asked her in a funny way: "Why are you angry?"
Already?"
Xiang Ziyuan retorted coldly: "What do I have to be angry about? It's rare that our Young Master Zuo is willing to cook by himself. I don't need to do anything. I am happy to be at ease."
When this sentence came out of her mouth, it was obvious that she meant something different.
Zuo Zimo smiled and coaxed: "Okay, don't be angry. In the worst case, I will prepare all the meals at home from now on, okay?"
It was okay not to mention it, but Xiang Ziyuan felt more and more uncomfortable when she mentioned it. She decided that it was because Ling Xiaoxiao lived at home that he decided to cook every day. In the final analysis, he was cooking for Ling Xiaoxiao, so she couldn't help but said in a cold voice:
"This is your home. Just be happy with it. You don't have to ask me."
Zuo Zimo corrected him disapprovingly: "What my home? This is our home. You are the mistress of this family. Naturally, any decision I make must be approved by you first."
"Really?" Xiang Ziyuan sneered in her heart.
Without the other party telling her, she thought she was an unnecessary presence in this family. Ming Ming Mingxiao was more like the hostess here than she was.
Besides, when he decided to bring Ling Xiaoxiao back, why didn't he ask her or get her consent?
It was obvious that she was angry with him. Zuo Zimo took a few steps forward, hugged her from behind and said, "Okay, if it's because of Xiao Xiao living here, I apologize to you for not getting your consent in advance.
It's my fault, haven't I promised you that I won't do it again? Just stop being angry, okay?"
Xiang Ziyuan broke away from his embrace, walked to the window on the side, and continued to face him with her back to him: "Have I told you, go and greet your sister Ling!"
If she just lived here simply, of course she wouldn't mind. But Ling Xiaoxiao's relationship with him was clearly not simple. She couldn't watch her pretending to be intimate with the man next to her every day.