Pei Tingyuan took two steps back and looked at Qiao Xihe as calmly as possible.

She was emotional, and her face was slightly red, like a hedgehog that saw a natural predator.

"I think we both need to calm down. Pei Tingyuan retreated to the door of the bathroom, "I'll go wash the dishes first." ”

"Hmm. Qiao Xihe watched him close the bathroom door and leave, and his nerves, which had been tense, suddenly relaxed. She staggered back a few steps and leaned against the sink, her hands covering her face.

They really made a fuss like this for an outsider.

Is it worth it? Qiao Xihe couldn't say.

She grabbed her hair again, turned on the shower, and before she even took off her clothes, she stood in the cool water, letting the water wash over her body.

Maybe this will make her sober up a little bit, or figure out something.

Until her body shivered fiercely, she first realized that she couldn't spoil her body so much, and hurriedly turned it into hot water.

The cold body, wrapped in hot water, gradually became much more comfortable.

Qiao Xihe took off his clothes, took a shower, and came out of the bathroom, there was no light in the kitchen and dining room, but the light in the study was on.

She crept over and glanced sneakily at the door.

Pei Tingyuan is working at the desk.

Serious and persistent.

Qiao Xihe frowned slightly, seeing that he didn't have hot water at hand, so he went to the kitchen to get a cup of green tea, then came to the study, hesitated at the door for a while, and then knocked on the door.

Pei Tingyuan looked up, his face was as usual.

Qiao Xihe's heart trembled, and he said, "I made you a cup of green tea." ”

"Thank you, Jojo. ”

Pei Tingyuan's polite tone made Qiao Xihe feel uncomfortable.

And Qiao Xihe's somewhat cowering demeanor didn't make Pei Tingyuan feel sad?

Qiao Xihe walked over, put the teacup on the table, glanced at the documents on the table, and said, "Then I won't disturb your work first, I'll go back to the room." ”

Pei Tingyuan opened his mouth, and finally turned into one word, "good".

Qiao Xihe blinked his sour eyes, walked back to the bedroom quickly, and lay on the bed.

On TV, several comedy stars were sitting and interacting with the audience, laughing again and again, so unhappy, and when the laughter reached Qiao Xihe's ears, it made her feel very harsh.

She grabbed the remote control and changed it.

This TV station is playing a bitter love drama, in this era, bitter love dramas are rare, the weak heroine like a white lotus has tears rippling, choking up and asking why the male protagonist has changed his mind.

Qiao Xihe frowned, she didn't want to see such a weak woman at a glance, so she changed the stage again.

What catches the eye is a fashion idol drama, where glamorous men and women fight endlessly for love, career and money, and the female protagonist is distressed because the male protagonist restricts her from associating with other men, and when she went to the bar with her best friend to borrow wine to kill her sorrows, she was put together by her best friend, letting her be alone with a male partner in the private room, so that the male protagonist misunderstood.

Qiao Xihe looked at this plot and was stunned.

But, after all, it's a TV series, so there's a difference between it and the show.

is like that male partner, who has already wanted to take the initiative to move his feet to a woman over and over again.

Unlike Eric, there is a pure friendship between them.

She felt that if Eric really had other plans, he would have been exposed for so long.

If there was anything Eric had taken from her up to this point, there was only one - friendship.

Very simple friendship.

Qiao Xihe sighed, thinking too much about it again, plus he was drenched with cold water just now, so now his head has a tearing pain.

She covered her head and curled up under the covers, trying to empty her head.

Before she knew it, she was asleep.

Pei Tingyuan finished reading the document, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the time was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

He immediately got up and was about to go to the bedroom, but as soon as he reached the door of the study, his steps stopped.

Now, he is actually a little afraid of seeing Qiao Xihe.

This is not a good thing.

He cupped his forehead, thought for a moment, and then walked to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was hidden, revealing the sound of a TV show.

He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then gently pushed the door open.

A big bag bulged out of the bed, and it was Qiao Xihe huddled in the quilt.

He walked over, turned off the TV, and stood by the bed, staring at the "big bag".

The person on the bed didn't move for a long time, and she didn't react because of the sudden cut off of the sound of the TV series, it seems that she really slept?

Pei Tingyuan leaned down, slowly lifted the quilt little by little, and saw Qiao Xihe curled up on the bed like a fetus.

In his heart, a feeling of distress welled up.

"Good night, Jojo. He brushed away the hair that covered her forehead, and kissed her gently on her smooth forehead.

Qiao Xihe still didn't react and fell asleep.

Pei Tingyuan got on the bed from the other side, got into the quilt, and slowly pulled the beloved woman into his arms and hugged her.

Qiao Xihe moved, but did not wake up, but changed to a comfortable position in his sleep.

Pei Tingyuan smiled slightly and closed his eyes.

Early in the morning, it comes with the cheerful chirping of birds.

Qiao Xihe opened his eyes, and when he moved slightly, he felt that his body was being hugged, and he didn't need to look to know that it was Pei Tingyuan.

She leaned slightly to the side and took a look.

I don't know how late Pei Tingyuan was busy last night, he is still asleep at this time, his eyes are closed, his breathing is shallow and even, like a little white rabbit.

Her heart softened, and she raised her hand to touch the bridge of his nose and touched it.

Pei Ting was far from awake.

She knew that it was time to get up and make breakfast for Pei Tingyuan, so she moved slightly, got out of Pei Tingyuan's arms, put on her slippers, and went to the kitchen.

As soon as she left, Pei Tingyuan opened her eyes, listened to the sound from the kitchen, and smiled slightly.

Perhaps, all the gloom will pass.

He looked out the window at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and got up.

Qiao Xihe matched a suit shirt and tie as usual, and put them on the chair, he only needed to wash up and put them on, and he didn't need to think about what kind of suit or what color tie to choose.

He packed up and planned to go to the kitchen to find Qiao Xihe, but as soon as he opened the door, he almost collided with the woman standing at the door.

"Ah...... Are you awake?" Qiao Xihe glanced at him, then turned his gaze away, "It's just right, let's have breakfast." ”

At this moment, Pei Tingyuan felt that the haze had not yet dissipated, and there was still a pimple in Qiao Xihe's heart, and he, no matter how much he wanted to forget or care, he couldn't deny that he also had a pimple in his heart.

He sighed faintly and replied, "Okay." ”