Gu Xingjing chuckled, and the laughter was pleasant and beautiful.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and even the movement of turning around was a little more relaxed and wanton.

He went to the side bed next door, and it wasn't long before the side light dimmed.

In the master bedroom, Cheng Zhihuan only turned on a table lamp.

The light was dim, and only her little face could barely be seen.

She took her mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat group of [Seven Hulu Babies], and sent a message.

[Stop Huan: @老二昨天爆炸的主谋怎么样了? 】

A new message quickly popped up in the group.

[Second: It has been sent to the relevant departments, and you are very satisfied with your performance in the face of the boss, and you have rewarded us with 100,000 yuan! ] 】

[Second child: I've already hit the boss, you card~ Happy .jpg]

[Second child: But boss, how do you know which thread to cut?] 】

Cheng Zhihuan chuckled and tapped his fingertips on the screen.

[Stop Joy: It's just luck.] 】

[Second: Believe it or not, boss, you say it's luck every time! 】

Cheng Zhihuan's noncommittal eyebrows were not entirely lucky.

It's just that she once saw the man in the tunic at a banquet she went to with Gu Xingjing, and naturally knew that he was the owner of that building.

His wife would rather take such a big risk to set up a bomb than kill a man, and her temperament must be extreme.

Such an extreme person, once in love, will not really let go.

If a man likes red, the lifeline set by his wife will definitely be red.

Maybe she didn't even know why she chose red.

Human nature is complex, but at the same time it is simple.

Cheng Zhihuan yawned lazily, too lazy to think about anything else.

She is still most concerned about Gu Xingjing now, this person is really strange these days, she has to find a way to know why he suddenly became so abnormal.

On the weekend, Gu Xingjing rarely did not go to the company, nor did he deal with any work at home, but waited quietly in the living room downstairs for Cheng Zhihuan to wake up.

Cheng Zhihuan slept until ten o'clock in the morning, and simply cleaned up before going downstairs slowly.

She wore only a pajama at home, which was a little big and baggy, and the first two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a delicate and small collarbone.

Cheng Zhihuan was still a little dazed when she woke up, she didn't see Gu Xingjing sitting on the sofa at first, so she just went downstairs by herself, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a carton of ice milk.

She was about to plug in the straw when the milk was snatched away by a large hand.

Cheng Zhihuan: ???

She looked up and saw that the person who was supposed to go to the company was standing in front of her, staring at her with a serious face.

She was momentarily surprised, but quickly reacted with a smile on her face.

"Xingjing." She called softly, "Why didn't you go to the company today?" ”

"I'm going to my grandmother's house for dinner today." Gu Xingjing reminded.

Cheng Zhihuan naturally remembered this incident, and she still took her grandmother's matter to heart, but she still felt a little strange.

"Isn't it evening to eat?" She asked.

It's not that he hasn't gone to his grandmother's house to eat before, but before that, he went to the company during the day to deal with things, and only came back at five or six o'clock in the evening to pick her up and go to his grandmother's house.

It's ten o'clock today, and it's really abnormal that he's still staying at home.

"Hmm." Gu Xingjing responded, his expression was faint, and the expression on his face never seemed to change.

Even at home, he wears a black suit, and the shirt button inside is always buttoned to the top of the neckline, only faintly revealing the sexy Adam's apple.

Green tendons are faintly visible on the back of the hand holding the milk carton, and the hormones are bursting, but because of the faint color of his expression, there is a little more abstinence and coldness.

Gu Xingjing looked at Cheng Zhihuan with a calm face, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Don't drink cold."

It's obviously a matter of concern, but with a strong commanding tone, it's inexplicably displeased.

Fortunately, Cheng Zhihuan was already used to him speaking in such a tone, so he didn't care about his tone, and only responded softly: "I know~"

She took the initiative to grab Gu Xingjing's wrist and took the opportunity to stick it.

Feeling Gu Xingjing's slightly stiff body, a touch of evil taste crossed her eyes, and her voice became softer, faintly with a hint of coquettishness.

"Would you like to warm up the milk for me?"

She was just joking, but she didn't expect Gu Xingjing to nod.

Cheng Zhihuan: ???

She watched Gu Xingjing pour the milk into the cup and put it in the microwave to heat it for a few seconds.

Then he took the cup and handed it to her, "Okay." ”

Cheng Zhihuan took the cup with a puzzled look, and the hot hand made her subconsciously let go of her hand.

The cup slipped out of her hand and smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces with a "bang".

A little glass grazed the instep of her foot, scratching thin traces of blood.

Cheng Zhihuan's face changed slightly, "I'm sorry." ”

She said softly and bent down to clean up, but was stopped by Gu Xingjing all of a sudden.

"Let the maid come." Gu Xingjing hugged Cheng Zhihuan all of a sudden, "You are injured." ”

His tone was a little bad, and he was obviously a little more angry.

Cheng Zhihuan felt a little inexplicable, was this person angry because she broke the cup?

I heard that people who do business are more superstitious, and breaking the cup or something is a sign of business failure.

She had been in contact with several businessmen before, and she was very taboo about others breaking cups and other fragile items in front of him, and even had an exaggerated divorce from his wife because he broke the vase at home, saying that his wife broke the vase and was unlucky and not suitable for him to do business.

Later, she saw that the man was not bankrupt.

Gu Xingjing may be a superstitious person.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhihuan cleared his throat and said tentatively: "Broken peace? ”

Broken peace, homophonic "years of peace", should be able to break this superstitious word, right?

Gu Xingjing frowned slightly, and didn't say anything to her.

He carried the person to the couch and sat down, and he went to get the medical kit.

Cheng Zhihuan watched the abstinent and cold man half-kneel down in front of him, his head bowed, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a shallow shadow on his eye sockets, and the light seemed to fall into his eyes.

Gu Xingjing took off the slightly childish slippers on her feet and held her white little feet with his big hands.

The temperature of his palm is very high, just like his body temperature, which is always higher than ordinary people.

Maybe this has something to do with his yang years, unlike her, her body is always cold, even if she is dressed thickly, it is a little cold.

Cheng Zhihuan looked down at him, and the doubts in his eyes were even worse.

Gu Xingjing pressed her foot on his knee, and through the thin pants, Cheng Zhihuan could clearly feel his body temperature.

Scorching and scorching.