Shang Jiuyue, who was eating, looked at the man who suddenly appeared, and asked a little unhappily, "Dad, didn't you go to a meeting?" ”

"It's over."

"And how do you know I'm here?"

Shang Zhan glanced at him lightly, and then looked at Wei Ai, who followed up, and his voice was cold and detached, "Trouble Miss Wei." ”

"You're welcome, I promised September."

In the face of him, only love can't do the enthusiasm of guests to their homes.

He stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, his thin lips slightly opened, and his voice was low and slow, "In this way, Miss Wei should be a person who believes in her word." ”

"Of course."

"That being the case, I'm going on a business trip for the next week, and I'm going to trouble Miss Wei in September."

"I ......"

"Miss Wei won't forget what you promised last night."

A gentle rhetorical question suddenly made Wei Ai speechless.

Only then did she remember that she had indeed promised to take care of Shang Jiujiu last night until he recovered from his injuries.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, "I'll keep my promise, but I have to go to work during the day, can I let September live here?" ”

Wei Ai thought that he would refuse, after all, her conditions here are not comparable to his family.

But, what surprised her was ......

"Yes, his suitcase is right outside, please bring it in."

Love, "......"

Why did she feel like she was being bullied and deceived?

Wei Ai took the suitcase and entered the bedroom, and at the dining table, one big and one small were talking enthusiastically.

"Dad, why didn't you ask my opinion before making this decision?"

"You don't want to?"

"To be honest, I'm happy with the decision you've made."

But it was that happiness came too suddenly, and some of it caught him off guard.

……

Wei Ai packed up Shang Jiu's things and came out, and saw that in front of the dining table, one big and one small were eating happily, and her original position and dishes and chopsticks were completely occupied by a man.

She thought, if she was a little thicker and more ruthless, would she be able to sweep him out of the house mercilessly?

……

Wei Ai thought that when she came out of the kitchen after cleaning up, Shang Zhan would definitely leave; Who knows, when she came out, she went to see him standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and making a call.

A simple white shirt with black trousers sets off his tall and straight figure very stylishly; Holding electricity and phone in one hand and a bag in the other, even if he is surrounded by the afternoon sun, he can't hide his cold arrogance and dignity.

Although I wanted him to leave quickly, it was inconvenient to disturb, so I had to take the medicine bag over, walked to Shang Jiujiu, who was fiddling with painting tools, and said softly, "September, it's time to take medicine on your arm." ”

"It's a nuisance."

Having said that, he obediently took off his coat and let Wei Ai give him the medicine.

Shang Zhan finished the call, turned around, and saw at a glance that on the sofa, Wei Ai was carefully giving Shang Jiu the medicine to him, as if she was afraid that he would hurt, and she blew it for him while rubbing.

Today she was only wearing a V-neck sweater, and when she lowered her head to blow it to Shang Jiu, the two white plumps wrapped in black tears hit his eyeballs directly, her throat tightened, and somewhere in her lower body was suddenly awakened.