Xu Zhen's face changed slightly, his eyes showed a hint of disappointment, and he waved his hand at Aunt Gu.

"Let him go, we'll have dinner later."

After eating, Aunt Gu helped her release the hot water in the bathroom, and said politely: "Madam, Mrs. knows that your things don't like to be touched by others, so she arranged for me to come over and help you tidy up." ”

Looking at the neat room, Cheng Xiaoxiao had a smile in her eyes.

"Thank you, Aunt Gu."

Aunt Gu put the things in her hand on the table: "The hot water has been put away, call me at any time if there is anything." ”

After taking a shower, Cheng Xiaoxiao wiped her hair and looked outside.

The wind outside the window was blowing, and the window was not closed, making a creaking sound.

She sensed a slight coolness and closed the window casually, through which she could see a black car speeding towards her.

The searchlight went out with a snap, and a slender tall figure stepped out of the car.

Lin Qian pushed both sides of the wheelchair by himself, and went there excitedly, with a very happy expression on his face.

This scene is very much like the warm scene of a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

Cheng Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, didn't look again, and closed the curtains.

Shang Yan's deep eyes glanced at Lin Qian expressionlessly: "Didn't the doctor say it?" Why come out so that you can stay at home and rest? ”

Lin Qian pursed his lips aggrievedly, and pulled Shang Yan's sleeve coquettishly.

"Brother Shang, people want to see you so much, I was wrong, can you forgive me?"

Shang Yan had an imperceptible disgust in his eyes, and he quickly broke her hand and pushed the person in.

Lin Qian looked at him with such a cold look and immediately sank: "Brother Shang, am I disturbing you and Miss Cheng here?" ”

Shang Yan paused as he pushed the wheelchair.

"You think too much, take care of your body." The flat voice makes it impossible to hear any emotion.

Lin Qian clenched his fists, only she knew how good Shang Yan was, except for herself, there was no other woman who could be worthy of him!

As long as the people who destroy the relationship between the two, she will make these people disappear.

One o'clock in the morning.

Cheng Xiaoxiao is still planning the project at hand, she is not in Shangrong, but she must always pay attention to the progress over there.

The sound of a "squeak" opening the door echoed the sound of a keyboard tapping in the silence of the room.

Cheng Xiaoxiao concentrated on the work at hand and didn't notice the people coming from behind.

Shang Yan closed the door softly, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at her with burning eyes.

The woman was wearing a white suspender, her half-dried hair was draped over her shoulders, and her fair and slender ankles were swaying up and down, making people dizzy.

Half an hour later, Cheng Xiaoxiao watched the sky outside the window getting darker and darker, covered her mouth and yawned, turned off the computer and prepared to sleep.

Turning around, she saw a familiar figure leaning on the sofa, and shouted in surprise: "Why are you here?" Scared the hell out of me. ”

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up, walked forward with his long legs, and slowly approached her.

"I've been sitting here for half an hour, and with your vigilance, even if there's a bad guy in the room, you won't notice."

Seeing a handsome face constantly enlarging in front of her eyes, Cheng Xiaoxiao took a few steps back and complained: "Who made you walk without a sound, like a ghost." ”

"Don't move." Shang Yan reached out and pulled the person over, pressing her shoulder hard.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoxiao really didn't move subconsciously.

Shang Yan picked up the hair dryer, ran his slender fingers across her hair, and blew her hair with a serious expression.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded when she noticed the man's movements, when had Shang Yan ever been so gentle with her?

Today he is evil!

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word, and the only sound in the room was the whirring of a hair dryer.

No matter what Shang Yan does, he will always be that slow and methodical, and there are few such moments.

The mirror in front of him can reflect his beautiful eyes, and in a trance, it seems that he can see the affection contained in his eyes.

For a moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to have an illusion.

Does he like her?

Just thinking of this, Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled self-deprecatingly.

Even if the sow will go to the tree, Shang Yan will never like her!