Zhao Zifeng listened to her explanation, twisted his eyebrows and looked at her for a while, but he didn't say anything.

Sun Mengjiao suddenly remembered that it had been a night, and she had spent the night outside, and she was afraid that after she went back, she would be beaten by Wang Wenshu again.

She took out her phone from the bag next to her, checked the phone information and caller ID, and there was nothing. didn't go back one night, Luo Hao probably didn't care.

She laughed to herself, and with her other uninjured hand, she slowly sat up on the bed, lifted the quilt, and prepared to get out of bed.

Zhao Zifeng looked at her movements and asked, "Want to go?" ”

Sun Mengjiao put down from the bed with one foot and glanced at Zhao Zifeng, "Yes!" I'm a married person, and I don't go home at night, how ugly it is to say it, and if I stay any longer, my reputation will be gone. ”

said that he was ready to leave the bed and stand up, but Zhao Zifeng stood directly in front of her, hugged her and put her on the bed.

"Hey, Zhao Zifeng, what are you doing here? You let me go back! Sun Mengjiao was taken aback by his actions.

Zhao Zifeng held her body, leaned over to look at her, and said word by word: "The injury is not healed, don't think about leaving." ”

"But I ......" Sun Mengjiao still wanted to refute, raised her upper body and thought about it, and was pressed down by Zhao Zifeng again.

"Otherwise, even if you get hurt, I don't mind cleaning you up on the bed." Zhao Zifeng looked at Sun Mengjiao with an evil smile, but his tone was full of threat.

Sun Mengjiao was so angry that she grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him, "Zhao Zifeng, you are shameless!" ”

Zhao Zifeng happened to take it in his hand, "So it's best not to mess with me." ”

His gaze swept over Sun Mengjiao's injured arm, his gaze blazing.

Sun Mengjiao could only resign herself to continue lying on the bed, obeying someone's domineering terms, and not being allowed to go home until she recovered from her injuries.

However, Zhao Zifeng took care of her very thoughtfully.

Sun Mengjiao hurt her right hand, so it was very inconvenient when eating, and she couldn't hold the vegetables with her left hand, so she simply threw the chopsticks back on the plate and stopped eating.

And Zhao Zifeng silently took the initiative to pick up chopsticks and feed them to Sun Mengjiao.

Asking a man with a net worth of hundreds of millions to feed her felt that it was a waste.

"Eat." Just when Sun Mengjiao was embarrassed to think about whether to open her mouth, Zhao Zifeng spoke with a commanding tone.

Sun Mengjiao could only avoid his gentle gaze and open her mouth obediently, for fear of drowning in his deep pool and not being able to redeem it.

Although his tone was brutal and cold, his movements were gentle.

Sun Mengjiao really couldn't stand being fed by someone like him, and felt like she owed him millions, she cleared her throat: "I'm full." ”

Zhao Zifeng took the chopsticks and mixed the bibimbap, and gave a simple and clear order: "Finish eating!" ”

Sun Mengjiao couldn't help but stare at him, feeling simply, does he take care of people so much?

"Or I'll eat you?" He even added a sentence with a blank face.

She lost again in this round, compared with people with extremely thick skin and no bottom line, where does she have a chance of winning!

"Okay, I'll eat! I eat! Sun Mengjiao hurriedly changed her words, "Where is there such a domineering person as you?" Bullying the sick. ”

Seeing that she ate it one bite at a time, the bowl of rice quickly bottomed out, and the corners of Zhao Zifeng's mouth hooked up a satisfied smile.

"Mom Zhang, I'll make a bone broth and send it later." He saw Zhang's mother cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and admonished.

Mother Zhang smiled very happily, and looked at Sun Mengjiao again and again, and was happy in her heart, "Okay, young master." ”

"Isn't it! Do I still want to eat? Sun Mengjiao felt that according to the way she nursed her injuries today, she was completely being fed like a pig!

Zhao Zifeng was provoked by her tone and smiled, and was captured by Mama Zhang on the side, and she was happy for these two people in her heart.

Whether Zhao Zifeng is happy or sad, he never shows it on his face, and today it is unprecedented because of a woman who smiled.

"Miss Sun, young master, I love you!" Mama Zhang was infected by the atmosphere between them and couldn't help but say it.

"It hurts?" Sun Mengjiao leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, "Mom Zhang, you are really joking!" ”

She looked at Zhao Zifeng on the side and slandered: "As far as he knows, it hurts?" He's thankful he hurt her in bed,"

Zhang's mother glanced at Zhao Zifeng embarrassedly, "Young master, then I'll go make soup first, what's the matter to call me." ”

As soon as the soup was mentioned, Sun Mengjiao touched her stomach and pouted in protest: "I really can't eat it, can I not ...... it?"

"There are no two or two flesh, why don't you make up for it?" Zhao Zifeng saw her pouting and complaining, and teased again, and deliberately swept her figure from head to toe while speaking.

Sun Mengjiao was looked at improperly by his obviously serious eyes, she pursed her mouth and subconsciously wanted to protect her chest from him, but she forgot that her hand was injured.

"Shhh As soon as she lifted her injured hand, she let out a painful cry.

Zhao Zifeng's face turned pale, he placed his arm for her, and said in a reprimanding tone: "What are you moving?" Know it hurts? ”

He lowered his eyes and carefully examined the injury, Sun Mengjiao looked at him quietly, and suddenly had a feeling that the years were quiet, as if he hoped that this kind of relationship could go on forever.

"Does it still hurt?" He raised his head and looked at Sun Mengjiao and asked.

Those deep eyes were full of tenderness and concern today, Sun Mengjiao had an illusion that Zhao Zifeng was really emotionally attached to her.

She could have warned herself not to be deceived by his appearances, and perhaps he would be the same for any woman, and she was no exception.

But she seemed to have been attracted by his deep pool, and gradually unguarded.

People are actually very strange, sometimes they know that there is a hanging rock cliff in front of them, but they still have no hesitation to bump into it, break through, even if they fall to pieces, they don't hesitate to do it.

But when she thought of her father and the Luo family, all her thoughts came back in an instant.

If you know that you can't do it, you will definitely fall miserably.

Sun Mengjiao adjusted her mood and shook her head gently.

Zhao Zifeng looked at her pale face, much better than after returning from the drinking party yesterday, those black and white eyes were looking at him, in addition to the clarity in the eyes, there was also a look that could not be seen clearly.

For the first time, he felt that he couldn't see through it.

"I have to go back." Sun Mengjiao turned her face away and stared at the quilt, as if to say to him, and as if to say to herself.

Zhao Zifeng's face sank, staring at her and asking, "You know that he is not good to you, why do you want to go back?" ”

Sun Mengjiao was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Tell him that the Luo family is kind to her and her father, and she can't be ungrateful?

Or tell him that his father wanted her to marry Luo Hao and always wanted to watch the two of them together?

It's impossible, so what's the point?

"I'm married after all." Sun Mengjiao thought about it, picked the most formulaic and reasonable excuse, and answered his question.

Zhao Zifeng squinted, suddenly pinched Sun Mengjiao's chin, and considering that she was injured, he only used three points of strength, he leaned forward and approached Sun Mengjiao, and the faces of the two were close at hand.

"You still love him?"

Sun Mengjiao was forced to face to face with him, and the breath he exhaled while he spoke sprayed on Sun Mengjiao's face, such a quiet distance contact made her a little uncomfortable, twisted her chin, and asked suspiciously: "What does it have to do with you whether I love him or not?" ”

She and him are just that unreasonable contractual relationship, and thinking about it further, Sun Mengjiao doesn't think that a man like him, Zhao Zifeng, would give up a forest for her.

Zhao Zifeng was completely enraged by this little woman's words, he increased the force in his hand, and reminded her domineeringly: "I'll tell you, Sun Mengjiao!" Whether you love him or not, you can only be my woman! ”

Sun Mengjiao's jaw was pinched, she frowned and slapped his hand away, glaring at him: "You are too conceited." ”

"I'm going to the company now, and if I can't see you when I come back, you know the consequences." Zhao Zifeng put on his coat in front of her and walked out.

Sun Mengjiao watched the bedroom door being closed and pouted, "What can you do with me besides threatening?" ”

I don't know if it was too quiet in the room, or what, she actually fell asleep in a daze.

The mobile phone rang, she grabbed it casually, looked at it and found that it was Luo Hao calling, and she woke up from a drowsy slump.

She adjusted herself to the best of her ability and answered the phone.

"Mengjiao, what time is it? Why haven't you come back yet? Luo Hao's tone on the other end of the phone was a little anxious.

Sun Mengjiao could hear that there was Wang Wenshu's angry questioning and scolding on his side.

Sun Mengjiao didn't hear it, and thought about it: "I succeeded in the interview, and the company sent me on a business trip to the field, and I will not be able to go back in a few days." ”

"Really? That's great! I knew you would be able to, Mengjiao, you should pay more attention to safety when you are alone outside. Luo Hao couldn't stop telling her.

Sun Mengjiao responded softly: "Okay." ”

Even if she called until now, Wang Wenshu is still over there, as if she won't hear it.

"By the way, help me talk to my parents, so they don't worry."

Luo Hao's voice was a little hesitant, "Okay, Mom and Dad, they're pretty ...... I'm worried about you, when will you come back? ”

"Maybe a week or so." Sun Mengjiao looked at her arm, which was still tied with a thick layer of gauze.

"That Mengjiao, you remember to come back early, my dad will have his birthday in a week."

Sun Mengjiao was stunned, "Okay, I know, I must rush back." ”

After hanging up the phone, Sun Mengjiao was no longer sleepy, it was really boring to stay in the room alone, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, there was no discomfort, thinking of Zhao Zifeng's nervous appearance when she got up just now, "It's really a fuss, this little injury is nothing, and let me lie down all the time." ”

"Miss Sun, the bone broth is ready." Zhang's mother knocked on the door, opened in, and saw Sun Mengjiao standing up, startled, and said nervously: "Ah, Miss Sun, why are you up?" Your hurt ......"

As she spoke, she hurriedly came over to support Sun Mengjiao, her face full of worry and concern.

"Mom Zhang, I'm fine! It's not like I hurt my leg and can't walk. Sun Mengjiao smiled and stared at the bone broth that Zhang's mother put on the table, full of fat floating on the soup, and her face changed.

"You sit, this soup is ready, you drink it while it's hot." Zhang's mother pointed to the bowl of soup, as if she was going to go over and bring it to Sun Mengjiao to feed her.

"Hey, Mom Zhang!" Sun Mengjiao called out to her again and again, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, I'll drink it myself later, you can let it go first." ”

Zhang's mother thought she was embarrassed, so she had to put down the soup bowl and said, "Okay, remember to finish drinking, I'll go out to buy vegetables later." ”

Sun Mengjiao looked at Zhao Zifeng's bedroom for a while, but didn't find anything interesting, the black and gray tone was really depressing.

She opened the bedroom door and looked around, but she couldn't hear a sound, and it seemed that she was the only one left in the mansion?

She walked around the hallway, saw the study door ajar, and driven by curiosity, she hesitated but turned back and gently pushed the door open.

The furnishings in the study are also very simple, just like his style, the shelves are full of books, there is a computer on the desk, and nothing else.

Sun Mengjiao's hand gently brushed the desk and looked at the books on the shelves, all of which were financial and economic, and many of them were out of print.

I can't help but sigh that the world of rich people is really higher and harder than little ants like them.