Downstairs, Sophie was sitting on the sofa. When she saw Zhao Dong coming downstairs, she joked: "Became defeated by her?"
Zhao Dong smiled bitterly, "How do you know?"
Sophie half-smiled, "Because I know you, you can't take the soft and not the hard, and you can't always be so hard-hearted to meet the demands of beautiful women!"
Zhao Dong held her in his arms, "I made an agreement with her, just half a month. Within half a month, I will definitely find a way to solve this matter."
"She's your sister after all. I can't just ignore her."
Sophie tilted her head, "I have many sisters, Zhao Dong, you have to be mentally prepared!"
Zhao Dong broke into a cold sweat, "How about I reject her?"
Sophie waved her hand, "Forget it, you've said it all, how can you refuse?"
"Besides, you are the head of the family. No matter what you do, as long as you know it well, I will support you."
"Besides, we are all sisters. It's a life-long matter, so I'll help you if you can."
Zhao Dong asked tentatively, "How do you want me to help?"
Sophie came up with an idea: "Don't worry about the Su family for the time being. You don't need to make trouble with your second uncle until the matter is clarified."
"If you have time, go and investigate Xiaoqing's boyfriend and see who he is."
"I heard that he beat up Su Hao's paparazzi. I always feel that he is not like ordinary people."
Zhao Dong thought thoughtfully, "You can't trust him?"
Sophie peeled off a grape, removed the seeds, and then stuffed it into Zhao Dong's mouth, "It's always good to be careful, so that you don't get confused and be used as a gun!"
Along with the sweetness of the grapes, there is also a hint of fragrance flowing into the mouth and nose.
The cold touch between his tongue and his index finger made him feel strange.
As the cold grapes were swallowed into his lower abdomen, a ball of anger was aroused.
Zhao Dong grabbed her hand, put it to his mouth and kissed her, "Tonight..."
Sophie let him hold her, but teased, "Not tonight."
Zhao Dong was depressed, "When?"
Sophie calculated the time, "About the day after tomorrow..."
Zhao Dong said bitterly: "The day after tomorrow..."
Sophie asked back: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Dong was depressed, "Didn't I say that I would go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors the day after tomorrow..."
Sophie really forgot about this, pushed him away and said: "Okay, it's not my fault, just bear with it."
Zhao Dong was speechless, "How can I bear this?"
Sophie bit her lip and asked, "What do you want?"
Zhao Dong grabbed Sophie's hand and looked at it carefully.
The slender fingertips are as green as green, slender and boney, and every arc is perfect to the extreme, like a beautiful work of art carved by God.
The skin is fair and delicate.
Through the skin, you can even see the fine capillaries, as tender as a baby.
Especially when the light shines through, the palms of your hands seem transparent.
After slowly kneading it, it feels like glutinous rice, which makes people feel infinite pity.
A picture emerged out of thin air in Zhao Dong's mind, and when the thought arose, he could no longer suppress it.
Sophie did not dare to look at him and quickly took her hand back, as if she was burned by the heat in his palm.
Zhao Dong's breath came closer, "Shall I carry you upstairs?"
Suddenly, a coughing sound came from behind.
The sound sounded suddenly, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on my head!
Zhao Dong was depressed, and then he remembered that a world between two people had become a luxury.
He hurriedly sat upright and looked towards the stairs, "What are your plans?"
For some reason, Zhao Dong especially hoped that Su Qing wouldn't be able to stand the conditions he just offered, and then angrily refuse and slam the door out!