The red liquid slid into the throat with the pure aroma of wine, and the fragrance between the teeth diffused throughout the mouth, so rich that Jiang Chufan had no intention of tasting it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info was lying on the soft couch, and he leaned his head on the back of the couch. His head was muddy, but he was sober, and this was not the result he wanted. He wanted to get drunk, he wanted to get drunk, he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to think of the way she hated him.

She hates her, why should she hate him, is he so annoying? Pouring a glass of red wine, he wanted to force himself to forget her shadow, but ...... Why, her figure is becoming clearer and clearer?

Dropping his glass suddenly, he rushed out of the room.

Returning to the place that humiliated him, his restless heart gradually calmed down. He smiled self-deprecatingly, yes, he just couldn't help it, he wanted to see her, he wanted to ......

Gently approaching her, he sat down closest to her.

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips caressed her frowning brow, she was not sleeping peacefully, he gently caressed her sorrows, how much he wished he had the ability to brush away nightmares for her and let her sleep soundly.

Lying under her covers, he looked at the side of her face, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

How good it was, she was as obedient as a cat, and she didn't show an indifferent expression, and she didn't say anything that hurt him.

He tapped her forehead with his index finger as punishment for being rude to him that afternoon. Grabbed her petite body, he didn't dare to push too hard, he was afraid that such a dream would be woken up by him, and even the tranquility of having her at this moment would disappear......

......

When I first opened it, she was the only one left in the room. With clear eyes open, Zhuo Meng looked at the empty position beside him and began to be in a daze.

Last night, Jiang Chufan had come to her room, and she knew that although she was not very clear, she noticed his body temperature. Last night, he was unprecedentedly gentle, and I don't know if it was her illusion.

The sunlight outside the window shone into her eyes through the window screen, stabbing her eyeballs painfully. Sitting up, she was in pain all over, and her brain was swollen, as if it was about to explode. She smashed her head, trying to sober up but it backfired.

Getting out of bed, she walked barefoot into the bathroom, perhaps the water pouring from the sprinklers would sober her up a bit.

After taking a shower, Zhuo Meng was indeed a lot more awake, and she didn't want to dry her hair, so she willfully spread her wet hair, and barefoot, she only wore a white tulle skirt and went out of the room.

Downstairs, Jiang Chufan sat on the main seat of the dinner table, Qiao Na sat on the guest seat, the two of them were eating breakfast separately, relatively speechless, Jiang Chufan occasionally raised his head just to read the morning newspaper at hand.

There was a noise from upstairs, and he looked up unintentionally but could no longer take his eyes off.

Is it an illusion or a ...... that her hair is so loose that she has no face to embellish that she is breathtakingly beautiful on this sunny morning She has this trait in her own right. He awkwardly avoided looking at her, he feared that such a persistent gaze would make her discover...... However, his timidity was all in Jona's eyes.

Walking to the table, the maid duly pulled out a chair for her.

The three of them sat on one side each, Jiang Chufan sat in the main seat and read his newspaper, occasionally just taking a sip of the milk in front of him; Zhuo Meng sat in the deputy seat with her waist straight, she seemed to ignore everyone, just quietly waiting for her breakfast; Jona sat in her seat and ate her breakfast in silence, not saying a word.

There is not too much intersection, the three of them are doing their own things, and at the same time each has their own thoughts, and no one has the idea to break the undercurrent at this moment.

The maid brought Zhuo Meng's breakfast, and when it was placed in front of her, she was a little surprised.

The Jiang family has always only prepared Western food, and she was really surprised when she saw the green vegetable porridge, which ...... Was it specially prepared for her? She looked at Jiang Chufan beside her, he still looked down at his newspaper, his gaze was not misty and never left the boxy paper. She couldn't tell what kind of thoughts were contained in his expressionless appearance.

I couldn't figure it out, she still lowered her head, picked up the soup spoon, she tasted the porridge in the bowl, the smooth and greasy porridge melted in the mouth, but the fragrance between the teeth left a lingering taste for a long time. The corners of her lips were raised, and she smiled slightly, very satisfied and happy.

Compared with the pastries, she really likes the fragrant and fluffy amaranth porridge, and she always has a happy sense of intimacy whenever she drinks such sweet amaranth porridge. Scooping a spoonful of porridge again, she took a bite, and the smile on her face grew even more, like a child, and she didn't notice that the face under the cover of the newspaper also raised the same smile, small enough to melt the glacier.

Jona clenched the knife and fork in her hand, and even though the two didn't have much to do with each other, a red alarm still sounded in her head.

Zhuo Meng didn't know that she knew, no matter whether she was still in this house or not, whether she would come downstairs or not, Jiang Chufan always asked people to prepare her place, her meals, and the man who always said that he didn't care about her kept remembering her things, how ridiculous and ironic......

"Madame, your milk."

Auntie brought warm milk to Zhuo Meng, and when the man came to Zhuo Meng's side, she glanced at her inadvertently, but that glance made her feel that this person was familiar.

"It's ...... you"

Finally remembering who she was, Zhuo Meng was a little surprised.

"You've seen it?"

Zhao Ning wanted to explain to Zhuo Meng, but Jiang Chufan's cold and hard voice suddenly came, interrupting her words. Zhao Ning glanced at Jiang Chufan, his cold face was like a layer of cold ice condensed, and she couldn't help but tremble. Not daring to say more in front of him, she quietly stepped aside.

Zhuo Meng turned her head and looked at Jiang Chufan, who explained calmly

"Last time I went to your company......"

Suddenly remembering the first time she bumped into him flirting with Jona, she couldn't help but pause.

"Last time...... I met her in the company when I went to look for you, so I guess there was a relationship. ”

She said.

"Really?"

Jiang Chufan threw down the newspaper in his hand, the nameless anger on his face turned into frozen indifference, Jiang Chufan picked up the knife and fork and scratched it on the plate for a long time without drawing a line.

"I dismissed Sister Zhang, and I couldn't find a suitable housekeeper at home for a while, so I found a temporary replacement from the company, since you have seen it, I don't need to introduce you more, breakfast is going to be cold, you eat it quickly."

Don't you need to introduce it if you see it, she doesn't know who her last name is. Although Zhuo Meng thought so in her heart, she didn't do much to investigate, lowered her head and continued to eat the breakfast in front of her.

Qiao Na, who was sitting on the side, was silent and didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth had been raised since just now, and he secretly snickered: Jiang Chufan's ability to deceive people is still as powerful in front of his wife, but he can't deceive her, and she is the only one who can see through him, Qiao Na, and he can't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

Jiang Chufan threw down the knife and fork, she seemed to be angry.

"No more!"

Standing up, he grabbed the coat from his chair and walked out of the dining room. Zhuo Meng raised her head and looked at his departing back, she couldn't understand his strange behavior. What's wrong with him, and he gets angry for no reason. Retracting her gaze, she inadvertently bumped into the strange aunt's dodging eyes.

Jiang Chufan left with her front feet, Qiao Na also ate the last piece of ham, put down the knife and fork, she got up gracefully, swept past Zhuo Meng, and she left with Jiang Chufan. She can ignore her, and Zhuo Meng can do the same. It's not her intention, it's just that she's used to it, things are already in such a situation, she can't stop it and can't change it, all she can do is adapt.

However, the flickering eyes of her aunt just now always made her wonder, who is she?

……

When the knock sounded, Jiang Chufan was reading the documents in the study, he didn't look up, and responded casually.

"Come in!"

The lock turned around and he looked up as the man walked in. Zhuo Meng stood not too close to him, looking uncomfortable, she was still hesitating whether she should get closer to him.

"Something?"

Or he opened his mouth first, she was uncomfortable, and he wouldn't feel very good.

"Hmm."

She nodded slightly, and then stopped.

"I ...... I want to meet Lolo......"

"No way!"

Without any extra consideration, he denied her request in one bite, the corners of his face tightened, and the bones of his face seemed to be looming.

"Why?!"

Is this an over-the-top request, she just wants to meet her friends.

"You brought me back in a hurry that day, I didn't have a good talk to Luo Luo, I just want to meet her now, let her know that I'm okay now, isn't that okay?!"

She wasn't his pet, so why should he restrict her freedom? Jiang Chufan raised his head impatiently, his face became even colder, and his tone of voice was also a little more domineering.

"I said no, it's not okay, isn't it enough for Shi Luoluo to mess around with you, I can tolerate it once, it doesn't mean that I can forgive you again and again."

Did he tolerate it? …… Zhuo Meng really wanted to refute him, but she couldn't find the words to refute him. With her head down, she looked like a lost cat. Jiang Chufan relented again, he always couldn't see her aggrieved. He buried his head, and he didn't see it, but his tone softened a little.

"I still have to do things, you go out first."

No more, she turned away in silence.

He listened to the sound of her turning, her footsteps moving away from him step by step, and he pretended not to care about the papers, until the sound of the door closing had put an end to all the sound sources, and a little sense of loss rose in his heart.

He looked up and looked thoughtfully at where she had left.