Before the joy in Sang Ji's heart faded, he heard Xu Jiamu next to him ask softly: "Can I like you?" ”

That kind of lover's liking, don't care about any other liking.

Sang Ji was stunned.

The hand around her waist tightened hard, and Xu Jiamu's cold body was closer, "Is it okay?" ”

At this moment, Sang Ji felt humbled from him.

Xu Jiamu, who was so high, would bend down and beg her for a right to like her.

You...... What do you care about?

Sang Ji turned over and faced Xu Jiamu, his warm little hand put on his haggard face and said distressedly, "Yes, everything I am willing to open to you, please treat me with sincerity in the future." ”

Xu Jiamu listened to her sincere words, the fog in her heart gradually dispersed, hugged her and rubbed her head in her mouth to bury it between her milky neck.

Good.

-

The next day, Sang Ji woke up relatively early.

It seems that every time I am with Xu Jiamu, she is always the earliest.

Sang Ji raised his hand to block his eyes and slowly raised his eyebrows.

Last night, the balcony door was not closed, and at this time, the wind was blowing, and the beautiful and fresh floor-to-ceiling curtains were raised with the wind, and the bright daylight shone in, forming a particularly healing window sill scene.

Sang Ji took a deep breath, took away Xu Jiamu's hand on his waist and sat up.

After washing up in the bathroom, I changed out of my pajamas and went downstairs in casual loungewear.

As soon as he walked to the corner hallway, Sang Ji saw a suit jacket and tie thrown on the ground, and when he looked up, his shoes at the entrance were still messed up.

Sang Ji smiled and bent down to pick up his clothes, walked downstairs and put his coat on the sofa, and arranged the messy shoes in the hallway.

"Ding-dong-" The doorbell rang.

Suspiciously, Sang Ji opened the main entrance and looked through the small courtyard to see the people standing outside the iron gate.

After seeing the person clearly, Sang Ji greeted him with a good-looking smile and called sweetly: "Mother Rong,"

"Hmm." Rong's mother carried a large basket with many small boxes of food in it.

Sang Ji walked in front after opening the door, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm afraid that if you two live and no one will take care of you, you won't be able to eat," Rong's mother said and raised the basket, "so I made some nutritious dishes at home." ”

Rong's mother is not only a housekeeper but also a nutritional collaborator of Sang Ji, responsible for Sang Ji's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Now there is no such lord in the manor to take care of, but it seems deserted.

And I was afraid that she would be raised by Xu Jiamu outside and her nutrition would be unbalanced, so she couldn't bear it and came.

Sang Ji lowered his eyes with a smile, "Thank you, Mom Rong." ”

"What is there to thank me," Rong's mother carried the basket into the kitchen with a basket and changed into home slippers, "It's not even seven o'clock, did I wake you up?" Why don't you go to sleep for a while, and I'll call you down when breakfast is ready? ”

"No, I went to bed early last night."

Rong's mother's words made Sang Ji think of the man who was sleeping on her bed at this time, and his face was dyed with a pink flush, "And I also want to learn cooking, it's good to help you learn to learn secretly." ”

"Ouch, I can't learn this cooking skill for a year and a half." With a bright smile, Rong's mother took out fresh ingredients from the basket and put them in the sink, and when she saw that Sang Ji who followed up had already begun to roll up her sleeves, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why don't I stay here and teach you?" ”

"Don't-" Sang Ji, who lowered his head and touched the ingredients, suddenly raised his head and refused, and only reacted to Shangrong's mother's smiling eyes before he quickly covered up, "This ...... There is no room to live in. ”