After breakfast, Cheng Hao paced around in the living room, thinking about how to find Xiaoyuan's stubble.

In fact, this is quite boring, if Xue Cheng did this, he would have already sneered at him and said that he was naïve, but when it came to his head, he didn't realize it.

He walked around the house and didn't find that Xiang Xiaoyuan's work was almost impeccable, which made him very frustrated.

"You're not going to work yet?" asked Xiaoyuan after washing the dishes and applying hand cream.

"I'm on vacation!" Cheng Hao didn't look at her.

Xiaoyuan was puzzled: "Today is not a weekend, what kind of holiday do you have?"

Cheng Hao sat heavily on the sofa and said angrily: "I want you to take care of it!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan was so angry that his cheeks puffed up, and Cheng Hao stepped on the white carpet in slippers again, and he didn't know how to cherish the fruits of his labor. She frowned and ran upstairs.

Cheng Hao, who was bored, leaned on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper, touching left and right, feeling that something was missing. At this time, Xiaoyuan ran over with a pillow.

She gave the pillow to Cheng Hao: "I washed the pillowcase last night and put it on!"

"This newspaper ......," Cheng Hao said strangely in the uncommon Financial Times.

"Oh, I ironed your suit for work twice in the morning!" Xiao Yuan listened to Xiao Ru talk about the quirks of rich people. At this time, she was depressed and white-ironed suit, and she was busy.

"There's no need for this!" Cheng Hao muttered quietly. A rich man like him, who is not from a small background, is not so particular.

Xiang Xiaoyuan thought of everything he couldn't think of, and it seemed that the activity of finding fault was doomed to failure.

As soon as he sat up and took out a cigarette, Xiao Yuan came over with a plate of bananas and placed it in front of him.

"Don't smoke just after breakfast! Eating some bananas is good for your stomach!" she snatched the cigarette from Cheng Hao's hand, peeled a banana and stuffed it into his hand.

For the sake of Xiaoyuan's carefulness and thoughtfulness, Cheng Hao obediently complied.

Then she inserted a bottle of freshly squeezed juice into a straw and handed it to Cheng Hao:

"Supplement some vitamins, it's good for your body!" Xiao Yuan smiled crookedly, so that Cheng Hao couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to refuse.

Cheng Hao was a little moved in his heart, this girl is really careful, and she also takes into account nutritional problems. He bit the banana and lowered his head, his slippers were gone! Before he could speak, Xiaoyuan rushed over like a gust of wind, and without waiting for Cheng Hao to understand, he lifted his feet and put something on his feet.

"Wow! what are you doing!" Cheng Hao was caught off guard and was overturned on the sofa by her.

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't care, forcibly put the other foot on it, and clapped his hands: "It's done!"

Cheng Hao stared at the pair of woolen yarn on his feet in surprise, socks are not socks, shoes are not shoes and asked:

"What is this?"

Xiao Yuan smiled: "Socks!"

"Socks?" Cheng Hao was puzzled.

Xiao Yuan nodded, stepping on the carpet barefoot: "It's so comfortable!"

"Why don't you wear it?" he wondered.

"I'm afraid you don't want to be barefoot!" Xiao Yuan knew that Cheng Hao and Leyi were essentially people of temperament, and if you had to discuss it carefully, he would definitely not agree, but he would agree after turning a corner.

If he was asked not to wear slippers and step on the carpet, he would not agree, but would simply use his leather shoes to step on his feet twice. But fortunately, Xiaoyuan has long been handy in dealing with such a guy.

Cheng Hao looked at the pair of woolen socks on his feet, the size was just right, and it was very comfortable to wear.

"That's nice! where did you buy it?" he asked.

"I knit it. Xiao Yuan gave him a blank look: "I asked for leave yesterday just to buy wool." ”

Cheng Hao was surprised: "You knitted it last night?"

"Yes, it's so weaving!" said Xiao Yuan lukewarmly.

Cheng Hao was so moved in his heart, thinking about Xiaoyuan knitting socks for himself under the lamp, he was about to burst into tears. No one has ever been so kind to him since he was a child, it's not that no one has been good to him, and he has never experienced this kind of thoughtful feeling at all.

That kind of warmth rippled in the bottom of his heart, and this kind of care has always been the kind of unattainable thing in his heart. For this person who was once disappointed in life, this kind of care is like a spring in the vast desert, which is so precious and important.

Of course, he didn't understand Xiao Jiujiu's calculations in Xiao Yuan's heart.

At this moment, Xiang Xiaoyuan also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally did not have to worry about the carpet being soiled again.