Quick Wear: The Cold Villain is Powerfully Loved by the Host

Although I think so.

But he didn't comment. Receiving Jiang Chenzhou's call allowed him to take a breath in the cramped environment.

The person on the other end of the phone looked calm, even a little cold.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the book in his hand, and his slender fingers gently turned the pages.

No purpose.

But what he said was completely inconsistent with it, "Sir... I don't know which dress to choose... Can you help me when you come back..."

Si Lanyu frowned slightly.

What's going on with this guy?

Before, when I saw myself with a face full of shame and anger of being insulted, I wanted to walk around myself at home.

Things have changed since last night...

When he thought of last night, he unconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his lips.

There seemed to be a trace of warmth still remaining there.

When he came to his senses, he said perfunctorily, "Wait until I get off work. I have a meeting to attend. I'm hanging up now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone as if his butt was on fire.

With a "click" sound, the call came to an abrupt end, and the tension seemed to still linger in the air.

Si Lanyu was a little annoyed at herself for making such a fuss.

It was just a kiss.

Why are you still as helpless as a young boy?

We are all adults, so what’s the problem with kissing and hugging?

He forced himself to ignore his rapid heartbeat, rubbed his hot face with the back of his hand, picked up the document and began to review it from the beginning.

At least I can get my mind back on work.

He also doubted the motive behind Jiang Chenzhou's sudden change of attitude, but he could not find any fault with him in terms of social or family background.

The sponsorship contract signed by the two lasted only a little over half a month.

The number of times we met was very few.

No one said a word after reading this document.

Tired of looking, he took off his gold-rimmed glasses without prescription.

When I raised my head and looked out the window, the sky was gradually getting dark.

Si Lanyu's heart skipped a beat.

Oops.

Didn't pay attention to the time.

He hesitated for a moment and picked up the phone.

Sure enough, a missed call.

The note is a very simple character "舟".

When I unlocked the screen again, several small red dots appeared on WeChat.

Open a dialog box.

"Mr. Si, the designer is here. When will you be back..."

"Sir, it's getting dark. Do you need me to pick you up?"

"Is the gentleman still busy?"

The last message was a voice message, with a low tone, like a big abandoned dog, "If you are busy... don't worry about me... I... can handle it myself... It's okay..."

Si Lanyu listened to the voice message four or five times.

It's not that he's perverted.

Because this person's aggrieved voice is so seductive.

His fingers that were about to pull back paused.

Finally, I put the phone back in my pocket.

He slowly stood up, walked to the sofa, and reached out to pick up the exquisitely tailored black suit jacket on the backrest.

Then, he gently picked up the silver car keys on the table.

Turned around and walked out of the company gate.

.............................

All along the way, all I could think about was the man lowering his head somewhat dejectedly, telling me that it was okay.

My heart felt a little sour.

When passing by a dessert shop, he opened the car door and came out with an exquisite matcha cake in his hand.

He didn't know why, but he had a hunch that the person would like it.

Si Lanyu, who felt a little strangely excited about going home for the first time, stood in front of her door, feeling a little hesitant.

There is a feeling of guilt that I have done something wrong.

Finally, he raised his hand and pressed his fingerprint.

The moment the door opened, my eyes met with the man sitting on the sofa hugging a pillow.

The room was a little dark, with only a small night light on in one corner.

The man seemed to have been sitting for a long time.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.

Quickly put the pillow aside.

He strode to the door in his slippers.

When he spoke again, his tone was somewhat excited, "Sir, you are back."

Butler Wang stood upright and assisted, "Mr. Jiang has been waiting for you in the living room and hasn't even had lunch yet."

Hearing this, the boy seemed a little embarrassed and pursed his lips, making way for a small space.

Si Lanyu changed her shoes and looked at the boys taller than her with depression.

What did this person eat to grow so tall?

He picked up the cake and placed it in front of Jiang Chenzhou. "Sorry, something happened and I'm late."

Jiang Chenzhou's eyes fell on the exquisite matcha cake.

The smile on his face could not be maintained.

My eyes feel a little sore.

He lowered his head, reached out to take it, and said with restraint, "Thank you, sir."

See it.

No matter where you go, the deep love engraved in your soul cannot be changed.

His favorite is matcha cake.

In the small world, Si Lanyu can also sense her own preferences.

Si Lanyu heard the voice of the person in front of her was a little low.

He leaned forward slightly and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Jiang Chenzhou quickly adjusted his mood. When he looked up again, there was nothing unusual except a slight redness in the corners of his eyes.

It's not that he left traces intentionally.

Because my skin is too white, these are inevitable.

"I like you very much, sir."

After a pause, he said, "Very happy."

There was almost no pause between like and sir.

This made him feel as if he was confessing his feelings.

Butler Wang saw that something seemed amiss and ran away in a flash.

Si Lanyu blinked her eyes and looked at the delicate face of the boy in front of her, her heart seemed to stop beating.

One by one, clear and heavy.

Ringing in my ears.

He took a few steps, trying to hide his true intentions, and moved away from Jiang Chenzhou.

I was afraid that the boy could clearly hear my abnormal heartbeat.