Gold Medal Sweetheart

Fortunately, she was very efficient at eating alone. After eating and drinking her fill, she began to consciously switch to working mode. However, his house was usually very tidy, which saved her a lot of time. She finished the battle quickly, and then found a comfortable position to curl up on the sofa like Zhigang.

It's just that she and Jin Taize would always quarrel and fight on weekdays, but today in such a big house, except for Zhigang occasionally circling around her feet when she was working, it was a little quieter now that she was free.

Tang Xin curled her lips. It was because he lived alone in such a large house and lacked the community that he had such a weird and unruly personality.

Tang Xin, who was originally curled up on the sofa and wasting her time, saw a large box of cotton swabs placed under the coffee table. She suddenly had an idea and decided to use local materials to add some vitality to this cold room.

Time passed minute by minute, and after a full hour, her finished product was finally complete. Tang Xin cheered excitedly: "Dang-dang-dang-dang."

Zhigang, who was half asleep, raised his head alertly, watched his master dancing around for a while, then lay down again and continued looking for Zhou Gong.

After the little revelry, the house fell silent again. Looking at the wall clock, it seemed her method of killing time wasn't very good. She had never felt the evenings pass so slowly before, when Jin Tae-jae was home, or when she was alone at home.

When I picked up my phone, I suddenly wanted to send him a WeChat message to ask him what time he would be back.

They had already entered the chat interface, and the reins of reason suddenly pulled her back. Why should she ask him? It would affect his work. Besides, she was just a temporary tenant in his house. What right did she have to interfere with his work and life?

Coincidentally, Jin Taize seemed to know what she was thinking and sent a WeChat message, but the content was, "Please iron the black shirt on the far left of the closet for me."

This timely order made Tang Xin almost suspect that he had surveillance on her. He was afraid that she would be bored and have nothing to do, so he assigned her a new task.

She ran to his bedroom and opened the closet. Most of his clothes, mostly in dark colors like black and gray, were neatly arranged on hangers. Just like him, they were meticulous and inscrutable. Seeing this overflowing hormone, Tang Xin's face suddenly felt slightly hot. The closet seemed to be his wife's private territory. She suddenly had this illusion: the man she usually couldn't see through was slowly unfolding his inner world before her.

His palm gently stroked his cheek. This task was a little too ambiguous.

She picked up the leftmost shirt and hung it on the garment steamer. Steam rose from the steam outlet, creating a hazy white mist. Tang Xin pressed down on the collar of the shirt. The scent of residual laundry detergent on the dry clothes mixed with the steam, slowly spreading through the air.

It was a scent she often smelled on him, and today, tinged with steam, it felt especially pleasant. Tang Xin couldn't help but put her nose close to it, feeling an indescribable strange feeling quietly growing in her chest. What kind of smell was this? She tried to find the right word to describe it, and two words suddenly popped into her mind: miss.

The phone suddenly rang, and Tang Xin shuddered as if she had been caught doing something bad.

It was Anqi's voice call.

Tang Xin pressed the switch of the garment steamer and answered the phone.

But when the call was connected, she was shocked to find that the girl was actually on a video call. Tang Xin quickly placed her phone on the sofa and tilted the screen upwards, facing the ceiling.

She didn't know if it was her eyes that were dazzled, but the fleeting luxurious background made An Qi call out to her in confusion, "Hey, where are you?"

Tang Xin quickly leaned over, and An Qi's large head appeared. "Of course I'm at home."

"Really? Why do I feel like I just saw a room that looked like a racetrack?" An Qi said doubtfully.

"How is that possible!" Tang Xin laughed twice, "Isn't it almost time to go to bed? You've already started dreaming."