I saw Sheng Zhimo cutting the steak seriously, and naturally stuffed the beef into his mouth, after swallowing it, he picked up the red wine on the table, shook it gently, and said disapprehantly: "Don't think too much, I just don't want to raise an idler." ”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that his explanation was not in place, so he added: "If I ask the servants of the Sheng family to cook for me every day, there will be nothing to do with you, understand?" ”

Xia Shuyin looked at him eating steak with his head down, although he said it so lightly, but her heart was rolled into her heart by a warm current, very warm, very warm.

She scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, and immediately felt that it was extremely delicious, and it could even be said that she had eaten the best millet porridge in her life.

Since Xia Shuyin met Sheng Zhimo, she thought that he was just a gentleman, sometimes he didn't understand the situation, sometimes he was arrogant and unreasonable, and sometimes he was domineering and indifferent.

Now for the first time, she felt the delicate heart and gentle side of this boy.

At this time, both of them were eating the food in front of them, and neither of them noticed the smile on their lips.

That smile is like a wisp of green smoke, faint, but so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Sheng Zhimo returned to his room after lunch, and before it was evening, he went out.

Although he left, those servants were still careful that Xia Shuyin finished cooking dinner, and after she had finished eating, she cleaned the kitchen before leaving.

This day is short but extremely fulfilling.

She had long been accustomed to the life of intense and urgent tasks, and suddenly became so warm and ordinary that she felt very comfortable.

For the first time, she also knew that life could be so simple.

As simple as a bowl of millet porridge, it can also make her so comfortable.

Xia Shuyin returned to her room and saw the hair dryer on the table, which seemed to be sent by Sheng Zhimo after she got drunk last night.

She picked up the blow blow and looked at the swarthy wind.

What kind of person is Sheng Zhimo?

It can make her think of him first in her spare time.

Maybe she didn't know him well enough, otherwise she wouldn't have known today that he is actually a very good person.

Even her, a servant, he can treat her like this, if it is his girlfriend, he can't be spoiled to heaven?

Suddenly thinking of this, the unconsciously rising arc of Xia Shuyin's mouth immediately collapsed.

She took a breath of cold air, rubbed her brow, and blamed herself for being cranky with some embarrassment.

Suddenly, the mobile phone vibrate, and Xia Shuyin was no longer so strange who would text her, because there would be no second person besides Sheng Zhimo.

She slid away the text message and looked at it that read, "Come back tonight, get me a hot coffee." ”

She thought that Sheng Zhimo treated her like this today, and she also willingly replied with a "received".

At this time, Sheng Zhimo, who was in the bar at the other end, was in a particularly good mood when he saw the short two words.

"Yo, Zhimo, it's rare to see you happy! I didn't seem to have a good waist before, didn't you use the baby I secretly stuffed you last night? What do you think? Nanshan was inconvenient with the wine, so he pushed him with his elbow, and there was a lewd smile on his face.

Sheng Zhimo, who was still sunny, collapsed in an instant.

His cold eyes swept over Nanshan's face, and he said coldly: "If you don't want to leave, take care of your mouth for me." ”