Chapter 3: You Think I'm Handsome?

At 9 o'clock in the evening, a white light suddenly flashed at the door of the villa, Bai Yingying stood up ecstatically, squatted for too long, dizzy, almost didn't stand firmly, and fell to the ground.

She shook her head, making sure she didn't faint, and then fixed her eyes on the familiar Maybach in front of her.

Zhou Ziming opened the car door handsomely, and stepped down with long legs, at this time he was no longer the casual dress, navy blue suit and white shirt, although the light was very dim, Bai Yingying was still stunned for a while.

She felt a little unclear in her mind, and asked a little weakly: "Is it funny for you to tease me like this?" I have been waiting at your door for so long, and I know that it is wrong for me not to pay you the medical expenses on time, but you are too ungraceful to treat me like this, and I still think you are handsome, but you are just a hypocrite with a good skin. ”

She was righteous.

Zhou Ziming glanced at her coldly.

"You're done?"

"Not yet, it's just that I'm hungry now and don't have the strength to say it. ”

Zhou Ziming looked at her arrogant little expression, and the corners of his mouth curved.

"If I heard me right, you think I'm handsome?"

His eyes were fixed on her, and though there wasn't enough light, she could see that his eyes were bright.

"You heard it wrong. Bai Yingying just said that she had leaked her mouth.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a deaf ear. ”

With that, he opened the door to himself.

"The password is 111382. ”

Zhou Ziming walked into the house and opened the living room.

Bai Yingying stood at the door, silently reading the password over and over again, for fear that she would accidentally forget it.

After Bai Yingying left, Zhou Ziming suddenly received an emergency call from the company and had to go, who knew that he would forget about it when he was busy, although he didn't say it, he still felt sorry for her in his heart.

"Why are you still standing there, wanting to be a door god?"

Bai Yingying was told by him, hurriedly came in with her luggage, and was just about to change her shoes, when suddenly her nose was sour, and she sneezed, she had an ominous premonition.

Zhou Ziming went back to the room and changed into home clothes, gray slacks and white knitwear, it looked very comfortable, and sure enough, good-looking people were handsome in everything.

Bai Yingying touched her shriveled stomach and glanced at the house, as if there was nothing else to eat except fruit.

She silently walked to the coffee table, ready to take a lot of oranges to satisfy her hunger, and just stretched out her hand, Zhou Ziming slapped the back of her hand.

She sighed, withdrew her hand painfully, and said with a suffocated face: "I won't just eat your orange, as for beating me?" Her eyes could tear him off.

Zhou Ziming was looking at the iPad in his hand, his head was not on the table, and he said coldly: "Eating oranges on an empty stomach is not good for your stomach, do you have any common sense in life?"

When Bai Yingying heard what he said, she immediately felt that he was not so hateful, it turned out that she cared about her.

Bai Yuan was busy filming before, and often couldn't go home for a few months, and she could mess around at home, and no one cared.

"Oh. Bai Yingying said that she was like a student who had been educated by the teaching director.

Zhou Ziming saw her standing in place, and said helplessly: "The refrigerator has noodles, make it yourself." ”

Bai Yingying immediately became happy when she heard him say this, but this happiness only lasted for a few seconds, she muttered, looked at the ground with her eyes, and whispered, "But...... I'm not going to do it. ”

Zhou Ziming threw the iPad on the sofa casually, with an expression that didn't know what to say, and her intuition told her that the woman in front of her would give her a lot of trouble.

"I have serious doubts right now that you're up to the job. ”

Zhou Ziming said ill-willedly, his eyes looking straight at her.

Bai Yingying raised her head sharply and said confidently: "I promise, except for the following noodles, I can do everything well, and now I will help you clean the house." As she spoke, she fled and prepared to pack her things.

"Stop. ”

Zhou Ziming's commanding voice came.

He felt that the reason why she had been hungry for so long was because of herself, so he stood up silently and walked to the kitchen.

"Your room is upstairs on the right-hand side. ”