It makes a loud noise.

There were porcelain plates that hit the floor with a crisp cracking sound, and some of them were sturdy, rolling and gurgling a few times before stopping.

And the food was scattered all over the ground, and it was a mess.

Sun Mengjiao's eyebrows frowned slightly, and then stretched out in an instant, without raising her head, she only glanced at the food on the floor lightly, her expression was still indifferent.

She only sat quietly and watched for a while, then sighed heavily in her heart, and stood up to squat down to clean up the broken dishes and chopsticks and the food that had been scattered on the floor.

I don't know if I'm sighing for his non-letting go, or if I'm sighing for my own stupidity.

Who knows, before he squatted, he was dragged by Zhao Zifeng's wrist.

"What the hell do you mean?"

His sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, the center of his eyebrows twisted into a ball, staring at her for a moment, not letting go of any expression on her face.

But what disappointed him was that Sun Mengjiao was still calm and had no waves.

treated him as a stranger, and this kind of treatment made him feel in crisis.

"Let go of me."

Sun Mengjiao's eyes slowly moved to Zhao Zifeng's face on her wrist, looking at this familiar and handsome face, her heart suddenly tightened as if it was uncomfortable.

The fragments of that night burst out of her mind like a nightmare, slowly devouring her hesitation, and gradually enveloping her whole body with coldness.

She broke Zhao Zifeng one finger at a time, squatted down, and silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Squatting on the floor, she stretched out her hand to clean up, trembling slightly, she couldn't help it after all, bit her pink lip, and said: "It's not interesting, I just want to tell you, if you get tired of playing when you are tired, you can tell me, I am very knowledgeable, and I will not bring someone back to humiliate me." ”

Sun Mengjiao's heart seemed to be dripping blood, and no panacea could make up for the heart that had been hurt by him.

Someone once said that if you want to forget someone, the best way is to give time first and forget it slowly.

Second, if you reconnect with a new love, forget it quickly enough.

There was something in front of her eyes, and it felt as if she was covered with something, and everything was blurry.

These days, she has encountered so many things, and she is busy in and out all day, but she still has to be distracted to deal with this matter.

Obviously, she waited for him in the middle of the night, but fortunately she didn't ask, otherwise how embarrassing would she be?

It's wise to think about it.

Zhao Zifeng was said in a fog and was completely stunned.

"Bringing someone to humiliate you? Sun Mengjiao, what are you talking about? ”

He didn't have any impression in his mind, Zhao Zifeng only thought that Sun Mengjiao was trying to cover himself, or he was making trouble unreasonably.

"Humiliating you?"

Zhao Zifeng seemed to be incredulous, and there was a slight ridicule in his tone, wanting to see how Sun Mengjiao exonerated himself.

But what happened in one night?

In the evening, the slanting sun outside the window shone in, and it was spread flat on the ground, extending to Sun Mengjiao's body.

Maybe it's been a day of exposure today, and it's a little hot to sit on the sofa, even if the air conditioner is turned on.

She became more and more irritable, and she had never felt more frustrated than she did today.

In the past, when there was a regulatory department in the company, she could still be cheeky and grinding, but now she can't even see an assistant.

The whole process was entertained by the front desk secretary, and the etiquette could not be said, but it affected Sun Mengjiao's mind.

She has full confidence in this project, and of course she has put a lot of effort into it, which is why she cares so much.

It was not too late to come back, the nanny and aunt finished cooking in the kitchen, saw Sun Mengjiao sitting on the sofa, and shouted: "Miss Sun, the meal is ready, Mr. Zhao is upstairs." ”

Sun Mengjiao came back to her senses and glanced at her aunt in a daze.

What does this mean, is it to ask her to call Zhao Zifeng to dinner?

After this thought turned around in his mind, he turned it out as it was, and glanced up the stairs, "Auntie, go and shout." ”

Aunt Nanny sighed, dragged Sun Mengjiao, and lowered her voice to persuade: "Miss Sun, men have good faces, especially people with a status like Mr. Zhao, you should take the initiative more, maybe it's good?" ”

She was really anxious for these two children.

Sun Mengjiao squirmed, and under the pleading eyes of her aunt, she stood up, hesitated, and walked upstairs.

The nanny aunt looked downstairs, saw Sun Mengjiao turn her head to look down, waved at her with a smile, and said silently: "Go quickly!" ”

No sound, just lip sync.

Sun Mengjiao also saw it, she pursed her pink lips and walked up step by step.

Walking to the door of Zhao Zifeng's room, his hand slowly bent his fingers to knock on the door, but he hesitated again.

What is she doing now?

Is it cheap?

Auntie may be from the past, but she doesn't know what the relationship between him and her actually is.

If I knew, maybe I wouldn't be in such a hurry.

After thinking about it a thousand times, he still didn't want to knock on his door, so he turned in the direction of his toes and prepared to go downstairs.

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

Zhao Zifeng came out and saw Sun Mengjiao at the door, a trace of surprise flashed in her deep black eyes, but it was fleeting, and seeing the direction of her footsteps, it seemed that she didn't intend to talk to herself at all.

He moved his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, wore casual pajamas indoors, and walked downstairs around Sun Mengjiao.

Even the casual pajamas, the material is high-quality and delicately cut down to outline his figure, which is different from the muscular and tight style shown in the suit and leather shoes, and is more casual and lazy.

In every gesture, they are all noble temperament.

When he passed by, the hormonal breath on his body, mixed with the faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the fragrance just after bathing, rushed into Sun Mengjiao's nose, as if with a fatal attraction, making Sun Mengjiao shake his mind in an instant.

It was as if he didn't know where he was or what was between him and him.

I have to admit that in the pile of men, Zhao Zifeng is definitely the one who stands out from the crowd, makes people see it at a glance, and is deeply impressed and unforgettable.

But if he is placed in the pile of women, he will also be a man who is scrambling for all kinds of women, and his figure, appearance, family affairs, and abilities are all top-notch.

For women, what is more attractive than such a diamond king and a man with his own appearance?

So there are so many women who come on the post, and there are so many choices for him, isn't it normal to bring a woman back?

Thinking of this, Sun Mengjiao was completely awake, and her reason instantly returned to her senses.

Zhao Zifeng has thousands of choices, but Sun Mengjiao has only one choice.

Originally, there was a difference in the love outlook of the two, what Sun Mengjiao cared about, did she expect Zhao Zifeng to understand and apologize?

Not to mention the change.

She seemed to have figured out the reason at this moment, the reason why he was so frank that he didn't even remember what he had done.

can only show that perhaps in his heart, a woman is just a piece of clothing, put on and take off, all according to his momentary interest.

There are too many women, and they don't have time to memorize them with their brains, so they forget their sex so quickly.

When Sun Mengjiao went downstairs, Zhao Zifeng was already sitting in the restaurant and eating elegantly.

The aunt had been standing beside her, blinking desperately and gesturing to her what he had just said to her.

Sun Mengjiao lowered her eyes for a moment, looked away from her aunt's body, and sat on Zhao Zifeng's left side, but there was a distance of one position in the middle.

When the aunt saw Sun Mengjiao's move on the side, she was really heartbroken, and reminded her with eyebrows, but when she saw that she didn't look at herself, she reluctantly returned to the kitchen like a deflated balloon.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was quiet, and both of them ate separately as if the other did not exist.

Sun Mengjiao held the chopsticks, lowered her head, picked up the rice grains in the rice bowl, and almost put them into her mouth one by one, completely absent-minded, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhao Zifeng took a few bites, glanced at Sun Mengjiao lightly, his eyes fell on her bowl, he hadn't moved much for so long, his face was cold, he put down the dishes and chopsticks heavily, pulled out the chair and went upstairs directly.

Although she lowered her head, she noticed Zhao Zifeng's actions, she frowned slightly, turned her head slightly, but did not turn to the direction he left, but let out a long breath and leaned back on the back of the chair.

She opened her eyes and looked at the table full of food, and she lost her appetite at all.

The aunt came out and saw that Mr. Zhao had left, and the rice in the bowl had not moved much, let alone the dishes, while Miss Sun was stunned and looked at the table full of food, with a sad expression.

"Miss Sun, can't you have a good talk?"

Auntie wholeheartedly for the two of them to get along, she persuaded Sun Mengjiao so much, as a nanny, her duty is only to be responsible for housework and take care of them, in terms of love life, she is completely nosy.

She has been working here for so long, she still understands Zhao Zifeng's character, if she persuades, it is useless.

Sun Mengjiao smiled faintly and said self-deprecatingly: "Talk, is it useful?" ”

"Hey, why are you torturing each other so much?"

Maybe it's because the authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear, in the eyes of the aunt, both of them have feelings for each other, but they don't know what the misunderstanding is, so the two can't even say a word when they meet.

Sun Mengjiao reluctantly pulled out a smile towards her aunt, "Thank you, auntie, but this matter, don't be too forceful, it's okay, it's better." ”

I don't know if I said this to myself or to my aunt.

She picked up the chopsticks again and ate them with great pleasure, but she gobbled them up a little, and she didn't even have the action of chewing, and the bowl quickly bottomed out.

"Auntie, the food you cook is so delicious."

After Sun Mengjiao finished eating, she praised it.

The aunt could only sigh and sigh, then put away the dishes and chopsticks, and kept looking at her, wanting to stop talking.

Sun Mengjiao got up and pushed open the door and walked around the door.

On the right side of the Zhao family's villa, there is a large garden, which has all kinds of flowers, blooming and failing all year round, and a tree-lined path has moved out in the middle, all paved with colorful pebbles.

Sun Mengjiao walked slowly on the tree-lined path, the sky was dark, the sun had received its last rays, and the moon was quietly hanging on the branches.

It's autumn, and the evening breeze is blowing, with a little coolness, brushing her cheeks and making her mood feel better.

The pace was slow, and his mind fell back to Wang Kun of Hengfeng Group.

What is the reason, for no reason, I didn't even make a phone call, and released the pigeons of the project department of VATS Group.

If he sincerely does not cooperate, he can simply refuse, or find an excuse that he can't participate.

But they didn't say anything, and they kept waiting for a day.

Sun Mengjiao stepped on the pebbles, and the raised touch could be felt even through a pair of shoes.

She imagined what she would do if she were Mr. Li instead.

Mr. Li's way of thinking is different from her, and she may rush to Mr. Wang's house vigorously, but she will be sensible by herself, and her way will be more tactful and ingenious.

Zhao Zifeng stood at the window on the second floor, with his hands in his pockets, standing long, his back straight like a pine and cypress.

His gaze stayed on the moving figure in the garden, and the white clothes, even in this night, were especially obvious, and he could see them clearly at a glance.

She is like a fluttering butterfly, but her shadow is a little lonely.