Nik has been in my arms for a long time since we met, he has recently grown taller, his body looks thin, but his physique is strong, I know that Zosi took good care of him during that time, and he will never be wronged by his grandmother.

It's just that he said that he really wanted to keep Sister Weaving's wrinkled little face, which made my heart soften.

We stayed with my grandmother for two days, and when the company's affairs couldn't be delayed, we left for home.

Before leaving, I asked Nik if he wanted to come with me, and Nik shook his head, stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear, "I don't want to disturb you and Brother Ray's world." ”

I was shocked that by the time I reacted, he was already bouncing away.

This little ghost-

But that's fine, I can rest assured that Nik has my grandmother by her side.

After returning to London, the days continued as usual, as if they were following a set track, but there were often unexpected twists and turns.

However, I have been receiving a lot of invitations from Sara lately, and this eldest lady always complains to me that it is too boring to eat alone, so sometimes she comes with me, sometimes with two other men, and it is also lively.

At noon that day, in the middle of a dinner for the four of us, Sara suddenly asked me, "How's your resignation plan?" ”

I sighed and put down my knife and fork, "No response, weird." ”

It's been a few days since I gave him the song demo, and unexpectedly, the situation where Huo Czen roared at night and smashed the demo at me and asked me not to appear in front of him again didn't happen, everything was too calm.

Sara couldn't help but laugh gloatingly. "I said he'd like it."

I was depressed, "How is that possible? If he can accept that kind of music, he will be able to sing Three Little Bears in front of the live broadcast tomorrow. ”

She slowly brought a spoonful of French corn bisque to her mouth. "But the fact is, a little boy in his early twenties will have adolescent throbbing, but you are a little weaving, you really want to change your old-fashioned composition style."

I glanced at her and said angrily, "yes, yes, I'll write a children's song tomorrow." ”

Shang Xun on the other side looked at me sideways. Suddenly, he said, "So, didn't he think you were confessing to him?" ”

Well?

As soon as this statement came out. Si Tianzhe, Shang Jingyi, and Sara all stared at me.

"yes," Sara snapped into her senses, "he wouldn't think you were confessing to him, would he?" After all, that kind of songwriter ...... "The more she spoke, the quieter she became." Quietly glanced at Si Tianzhe and Shang Jingyi.

"So. Sure enough, it was an unexpected result......" Shang Xun said quietly.

Beside me, Si Tianzhe looked at me without saying a word, and his eyes were inexplicably weird.

"Isn't your imagination a little too rich," I reluctantly interrupted their unbridled speculation, "Hotzen is conceited, but not narcissistic. What's more, I won't choose such a vulgar method if I pay Qingyu to confess. ”

Sara almost snapped up and said angrily, "Who do you say wrote vulgar words?" ”

I glared back. "I'm talking about tunes."

At this time, Shang Xinyi almost got up with the case, "Who do you say changed the tune to be vulgar?" ”

I glared back again. "I'm talking about the music I wrote."

――It's not right to think about it, who wrote a vulgar tune?

Before I could react, Si Tianzhe took a shallow sip from the edge of the goblet, and his voice was lukewarm, "So, what method are you going to use to confess to him?" ”

……

There's really no way to communicate properly.

"Anyway, no possibility is no possibility," I pouted, a little unpleasant, "and if that were the case, I would have been thrown from the top of Westminster Abbey by him." ”

"But if it's someone he likes, it's a different story." Sara winked at me for fear of the world being thrown in a hurry.

*

At night, Si Tianzhe worked on documents in my study.

I knocked on the door and entered, serving a cup of tea.

He smiled and paused what he was doing.

"Lavender, with a little rose petals, rosemary and lemon juice, is a stress-relieving and beautifying experience." I personally brought the cup to him and smiled sincerely.

He took it and took a sip, "The taste is very fresh, did you make it yourself?" ”

"yes." I lit the lamp next to me, dropped a few drops of essential oil from the bottle, and the fragrance gradually spread in the room.

Looking back, I met his thoughtful expression.

"Lavender and roses?" He asked.

"Hmm." I nodded, "I hope you like the taste." ”

There was a different meaning in his eyes, "Actually, I like your taste better, as long as I see you, it is more effective than any refreshment." ”

…… I can't stand him.

I didn't want to pay attention to it, so I changed the subject, "Recently, have you been busy with a lot of projects?" ”

"It's alright," he held out his hand to me, "come here." ”

But I just stood still.

"Come to me." He softened his tone, like he was treating a child.

I don't know why, but there was a kind of gratuitous magic in his words, and I obediently walked over, and as soon as I got closer, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled it violently.

Before I could scream, I lost my balance and sat down on his lap, his arms wrapped around him, his arms clasped tightly.

Every time I faced him up close, I felt like I was being burned by fire, and even my mind was hot, and his lips touched my cheek softly, and he whispered, "Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden, huh?" ”

"Didn't I treat you badly before?" I raised my eyebrows innocently.

He tilted his head and looked at me inquiringly, "But I still can't help but think of the sentence, 'Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief'." ”

I couldn't help but laugh, "Then do you think I'm the former or the latter?" ”

"The former and the latter are fine," he pecked at the corner of my lips, tossing and turning, "whatever your intentions are for me, I will cooperate with them all." ”

I amusedly pushed him away, "Who has intentions for you, I'm just making you a cup of tea, can you be simpler?" ”

"Oh, really?" He had a clear disbelief at the end.

"Hmm." I nodded, a little weak.

He then narrowed his eyes, "I don't know which direction you are guiding me in all your actions just now, but if you still refuse to speak, I will pick a direction that makes things most suitable for my appetite, and I can't help you call it a stop." ”

Before I could digest the meaning of his words, his lips were already unstoppable.

This time the kiss was extraordinarily violent, swept with devouring heat, and as if he was telling me the consequences of refusing to confess, I struggled to regain a breath from under his lips and immediately surrendered.

"Okay, I'll say ......" (To be continued.) )