When I came out of the banquet, I immediately put down the hand that was holding Ziyue's arm. He didn't say a word, he kept walking in front, and I followed behind.

There was no word all the way, and when he was almost home, he suddenly spoke

"You've made a lot of things today. I was embarrassed to ask, "Did you feel embarrassed?" He suddenly smiled, his eyes were bright and he looked at me, that was the first time I saw a hearty smile on his face without haze, his voice was very deep, but very magnetic, he squeezed my hand: "No, I think it is very face-saving." Lao Xu's things are easy not to give. I blushed more and more, and changed the topic: "Mr. Xu's wife is so young" Mr. Xu is in his 60s, and his wife is very well maintained, graceful and luxurious, looking only more than 40.

Ziyue parked while casually

"That's the second lady. ”

"Huh?" I was so surprised,

"I obviously heard Xiao Xu call her mother. Ziyue looked at me, looking like I was really rare and weird: "She is Xiao Xu's mother, and she is also the second lady, and the eldest lady is Mr. Xu's mother." "I froze.

After a while, he came back to his senses in a daze, looked at Zi Yue, and asked seriously: "This is the meaning of the drunkard you brought me to this banquet tonight?" Zi Yue was stunned, looked at me with interest, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Zhao Xiaowei, it turns out that you are not stupid at all." I bit my lip and didn't say anything.

My mind was still circling about Xiao Xu, and when I got out of the car, I walked with him one after the other, and my brain twitched, and I blurted out a sentence

"Actually, if you want, you Zhen doesn't have one there—" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at me coldly, and I immediately shut my mouth.

But my words seemed to upset him again. He was walking slowly in front of him and suddenly quickened his pace, causing me to chase after me in high heels.

He slowed down his pace again and said coldly

"The road is not long, and the feet are their own. I was stunned, not knowing if he was referring to my injured foot or what.

When he got home, he changed his clothes and went into the study. It was almost twelve o'clock and there was still no movement, so as usual, I naturally went to sleep first.

But that day, there was always a trace of guilt in my heart, and I felt as if I had made him unhappy.

After tossing and turning in the bedroom for a long time, I decided to go to the kitchen to make a glass of honey water and go to the study to have a look. There were a few knocks on the door, and there was a muffled sound

"Come in. "When I opened the door, I was choked with smoke all over the room and coughed, and I didn't turn on the lights, only the computer was in the screensaver state.

I turned on the light, and he sat in his chair very decadently, with about a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him.

I didn't dare to look at his face, walked over with my head down, put the honey water in front of him, and said timidly

"Don't be too late. He turned to go out when his muffled voice came from behind him

"Stop. My heart began to flutter again, and he came up and hugged me from behind, rubbing his chin against my hair, and let out a long sigh, but did not speak.

After a while, he said

"I'm going on a business trip for a few days. I whispered

"Hmm". He added

"Wait for me. "Hold me tighter, I should

"Hmm". His kiss lingered again, and mine should be fluttering back with tenderness. That night, he was very gentle, and my heart seemed to sink a little bit.

In the face of him, I always seem to be struggling to sink, whether it is his rough and domineering irresistible, or his tenderness and affection also make me lose myself.