Shen Fanyin felt as if she had a dream, a long, sweet, and delusional dream.

When she woke up, the corners of her mouth were raised.

The sunlight was filtered by the soft white veil as warm and soft as the moonlight, and Shen Fanyin looked at the ceiling, and the memories of last night poured into his mind like a tide.

She remembered very well that it was Jing Zeheng who carried her back from Jiang Ling's club and sent her back to the bedroom, the eldest aunt seemed to say something, but she didn't remember it, and Ms. Shen didn't remember what she seemed to say.

All that lingered in her mind was Jing Zeheng's confusing words.

How did you answer him?

Shen Fanyin knocked his head and remembered.

She said she wasn't full, so she had another grilled lobster.

Shen Fanyin looked at the ceiling, only regretting why he didn't drink another bottle of wine last night, and the fragment was 10,000 times better than remembering this unbearable sentence.

As for Jing Zeheng's words......

Shen Fanyin calmed down and slapped himself again.

He also drank alcohol, obviously drunk, and could not be taken seriously.

Yes, you can't take it seriously, just act as if nothing happened!

Shen Fanyin wanted to stay calm, but her feet were uncontrollable, and while the family hadn't gotten up yet, she quietly went to the greenhouse, and told the aunt who got up early that she was extremely busy with work today, and she didn't knock on the door of the greenhouse when the sky fell.

The aunt wrote it down very carefully and conveyed it to Uncle Wang.

Yes, when Jing Zeheng didn't find Shen Fanyin in the bedroom, Uncle Wang told him the same.

Jing Zeheng squinted slightly and glanced in the direction of the greenhouse.

Obviously, the kid was hiding from him.

It was never possible for her to work overtime because of her cooperation with Yang, and it shouldn't be this reaction if she broke off.

"Young Master? Great Young Master."

Jing Zeheng came back to his senses and looked at Uncle Wang, "Huh?"

"It's time for breakfast, right?" Uncle Wang asked with a smile, "It's not too early."

"No hurry, I'm not going to the company today." Jing Zeheng nodded, and added, "Prepare Sanskrit's breakfast, and I'll send it to her."

Uncle Wang didn't hesitate at all: "Okay."

He also wanted to bring breakfast to Shen Fanyin, but he was afraid that he would disturb her work.

It's different with Jing Zeheng, and Miss is always an exception for him.

When there was a knock on the door, Shen Fanyin happened to crumple the fifth piece of paper into a ball and throw it into the trash.

She rubbed her hair irritably, and her face flushed with anger.

It's really uncompromising!

The door was still ringing, Shen Fanyin sighed and stood up.

She just thought it was Ms. Shen who came to call her for breakfast, and opened the door without much thought.

Looking at the tall man outside the door, Shen Fanyin's already uncalm heart became even more chaotic.

Jing Zeheng looked at her in a normal tone: "Work after breakfast."

Shen Fanyin hurriedly reached out and took the tray, lowering his eyes and not looking at him: "Okay, good, thank you, brother."

She stepped back anxiously, hoping that Jing Zeheng didn't remember what he said last night.

Looking at her like this, what else does Jing Zeheng not understand?

A smile crossed his lips, and he presciently raised his hand to hold the door so that she wouldn't close it.

Looking down at her, his voice lowered a little, "Sanskrit."

"Hey!"

Shen Fanyin clenched the edge of the tray, his palms wet.

"I wasn't drunk yesterday."

「……」

"You still owe me an answer."

「……」

"Or if you forget, I can ask again."

"I ......"

"I like you, would you like to be with me?"

"I don't ......"

"Do you really dislike me?"

「……」

The rejection on the lips is simply unspeakable.

Shen Fanyin raised his head, biting his lower lip lightly, looking at Jing Zeheng's eyes with a touch of grievance.

Why did he have to make it clear?

How could she be with him......

The fresh floral fragrance is entangled with the porridge aroma, and the two fragrances that should not be together are unexpectedly combined. The sun hid in the clouds at some point, and the sky that had just brightened gradually became darker.

Jing Zeheng stopped talking, he looked at Shen Fanyin quietly, as if he refused to leave without waiting for her answer.

Shen Fanyin bit her lip hard, and almost used all her strength to say three words: "I don't like it."

As soon as these words came out, she only felt a dull pain in her heart, as if she had lost the most important piece, and the pain was so painful that she could barely breathe.

"Do you not like it, or do you dare?" Jing Zeheng's tone was still calm, although his heart was also hurting.

Shen Fanyin lowered his eyes again, as if he was afraid that he would see the emotions in his eyes.

"Sanskrit." Jing Zeheng's voice seemed to be demagogic, "I know you're afraid, but I'm different from them, try to believe me, okay?"

Shen Fanyin's shoulders trembled.

Of course she knew he wasn't like them. His single-mindedness and gentleness, respect and thoughtfulness, were different from those of the men she knew.

But she was still afraid, very afraid.

I'm afraid he'll change, I'm afraid he'll get bored, I'm afraid that everything that might happen will end badly.

She was ready to be alone, but he broke into her world.

He easily shattered her inherent impression of men, hooked her heart, and provoked her upset.

He stirred up the storm in her world, stealing her heart at some point.

"I, I'm ......" Shen Fanyin's breathing was a little rapid, she gasped for breath, and the frequency of her eyelashes fluttering faster and faster, "I suddenly remembered that I was going to go out, I, I'll come back and tell you again, is it okay?"

In the end, she was finally willing to look at him.

There was a deep sense of uneasiness and panic in his black and white eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he would cry out at any time.

Jing Zeheng still softened his heart in the end, slowly put down his hand, and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you in the company."

It was raining today, and he had planned to stay home with her.

But if she wants to go out, let's find a more convenient place to talk.

"Okay."

For breakfast, Shen Fanyin still didn't eat it. She changed her clothes, asked Uncle Wang for a car key and left the house in a hurry.

Jing Zeheng looked at the empty conservatory, and didn't know if she would come back today.

But—

"Jing Muhan, grandma has returned to China, you should pay a visit."

"Huh? Oh yes, I'm going, but big brother, can you explain to me why you forgot to take me with me yesterday?"

"No, get out."

「……」

Before Jing Muhan left, Jing Zeheng specially instructed: "You stay with grandma for a while, Fanyin has been busy with work recently, and grandma is not in good health, you can help watch it."

Jing Muhan didn't feel like he was being used as a gunman, and responded neatly: "Okay!" As long as you don't let him run the business, let him do anything.

With the "hostage" in hand, Jing Zeheng is not worried that the little cub will run away.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to the company, but found that Cao Guan was actually at home.

"Didn't Sanskrit go out?" Jing Zeheng had a hint of foreboding in his heart.

Cao Guan replied, "Miss didn't let me follow, and drove out by herself."

「……」

Jing Zeheng's heart that he had just put down instantly rose again.

He now had to worry about whether the cub would come back alive with all his beards and tails.