In the evening, the three women had a hot pot meal together. After the meal, they first sent Emma back to the apartment, and then sent Song Jiaren home. Song Jiaren drank some wine during dinner and was in a good mood. She walked out of the elevator humming a little song, but
I was startled when I saw a figure standing at the door of my house.
She groaned, and the sensor light in the corridor instantly turned on. Xia Jingze's handsome face came into view. Song Jiaren patted her chest and gasped: "Why are you here again? You scared me to death. You didn't even say a word. You are acting in a ghost movie."
Xia Jingze's face was gloomy: "Why didn't you tell me that you were back?"
Xia Jingze was a little angry. He still found out from his sister-in-law's circle of friends that Song Jia and Emma had returned from T city.
"Why should I tell you?" Song Jiaren waved her hand, motioning for him to get out of the way, and she wanted to open the door.
Xia Jingze held the door locked and reminded in a deep voice: "I am your boyfriend!"
Song Jiaren:......
forget.
Of course she didn't dare to say this, because she was afraid that Xia Jingze would get angry and go to An Zhisu for justice.
"Didn't I get dragged by Zhi Su to eat hot pot as soon as I came back? Before I even had time to tell you." Song Jiaren decisively passed the pot to her best friend.
Xia Jingze reluctantly accepted this explanation and turned slightly to let her open the door.
Song Jiaren pressed her fingerprint and the door lock automatically opened. She opened the door and was about to go in.
"Wait a minute." Xia Jingze held her back.
"What are you doing again?" Song Jiaren shook her hand a little unaccustomedly.
Xia Jingze let go of her, pointed at the combination lock and said, "Enter your fingerprint for me, or tell me the password."
"Why?" Song Jiaren reflexively refused. Only she and An Zhisu knew the password to her house's door lock, and only her and An Zhisu's fingerprints were recorded. Even her parents didn't know the password.
"What are you talking about!" Xia Jingze gritted his teeth, and his back teeth were about to break: "Do you need me to remind you of our current relationship every moment?"
Song Jiaren:......
What kind of person is this? He threatens himself with this at every turn. It’s so boring.
"Can't I have my own privacy?" Song Jiaren felt that she could still fight for it.
"I didn't ask you to record my fingerprints on your mobile phone. Didn't I record your fingerprints on my home last time?" Xia Jingze said forcefully.
Song Jiaren let out a whimpering voice and reluctantly recorded Xia Jingze's unlocking fingerprints.
"Okay, the recording is done, you can go back now." Song Jiaren entered the house and wanted to lock Xia Jingze out.
Xia Jingze passed her directly and walked in: "I'm not leaving tonight."
Song Jiaren felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy: "What do you want to do? We have made an agreement, don't forget it."
"I remember that your house has more than one room and more than one bed." Xia Jingze walked in swaggeringly, changed into disposable slippers at the door, and then walked towards the living room.
Song Jiaren followed up with anger: "Then you can't stay at my house overnight. What if your neighbors see you when you leave tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, I'll be careful. As long as I try to hide, no one can find me." Xia Jingze gave her a reassuring look.
Song Jiaren was not at ease at all, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she didn't let Xia Jingze live here, she would definitely cause trouble again.
"You can stay if you want. Anyway, the guest room has not been cleaned for a long time. There are clean sheets and quilts in the cabinet. You can change them yourself. I don't care about you." Song Jiaren returned to her bedroom angrily.
Xia Jingze was not angry at all and went to the guest room by himself.
Song Jiaren returned to the master bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and angrily took her pajamas to the bathroom to take a bath. She filled the water and soaked in the bathtub. Unharmonious pictures emerged in her mind, all from that night.
matter.
"Crazy!" Song Jiaren shook her head fiercely. She didn't know if she was crazy, why she kept thinking of what happened that night, and even dreamed about it.
Song Jiaren closed her eyes, pinched her nose, slid down, and suffocated herself into the bathtub. After more than ten seconds, she suddenly rolled up again, opened her mouth and breathed heavily. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, and she finally stopped thinking about it.
those things.
Xia Jingze changed the bed sheets and quilts in the guest room and did a simple cleaning. This was the first time he had done these things. He had been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. Servants had always done these things. This was his first time.
, a bit crafty, but well done.
After Song Jiaren took a shower, dried her hair, put on a facial mask and walked into the guest room, she was surprised that he actually knew how to change the sheets and quilts.
"You think I'm mentally retarded. What's so difficult about this?" Xia Jingze was a little speechless. He didn't want to do it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He's never eaten pork and never seen a pig run away.
Song Jiaren chuckled: "There are new towels and toothbrushes in the bathroom. You can find them yourself. I'm asleep. Don't call me if you have nothing to do."
"Good night, sweet dreams." Xia Jingze made an OK gesture.
Song Jiaren thought about what a nightmare she had. She had been having that kind of dream every day for the past two nights. It was annoying her to death. It was best not to have any more dreams.
While complaining secretly in her heart, she turned around and returned to the master bedroom.
Xia Jingze didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He went to the bathroom outside, took a shower and brushed his teeth. He took out a change of underwear and pajamas from the backpack he brought, put them on and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
…
The next day, Song Jiaren was woken up by a smell while she was still sleeping. She turned on her phone and checked the time. It was not eight o'clock yet. She was still very sleepy, but her stomach had completely woken up and she let out a cry of protest.
.
Song Jiaren was forced to get up from the bed, rubbed her eyes and walked out of the bedroom. At a glance, she saw Xia Jingze busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of breakfast filled her nostrils.
Song Jiaren was in a daze for a moment, as if the man in the kitchen was not the most distinguished actor in the entertainment industry, but just an ordinary man who got up early every day to make breakfast for his girlfriend.
Apart from her parents, this was the first time someone would prepare breakfast for her. The tip of Song Jiaren's nose felt sore inexplicably. The man she thought they would stay with forever had never washed her hands and made soup for her.
"You're up, go and wash up quickly, I'll be fine soon." Xia Jingze seemed to be aware of her gaze and said without looking back.
Song Jiaren sniffed and returned to the bedroom silently.
When she finished washing and came out, a beautifully presented breakfast was already placed on the table in the small restaurant.
"I heard from my sister-in-law that you had a bad stomach, so I made millet porridge, soy milk, and egg custard for you. See which one suits your appetite." Xia Jingze pointed at the exquisite breakfast on half the table.
Song Jiaren was dazzled by what she saw. This was too rich. She usually had a box of milk and a piece of bread for breakfast when she got up early, but she didn't eat it at all when she got up late. At least four or five days a week were the latter.
"Where did you get the ingredients?" Song Jiaren sat down on the dining chair and asked strangely. Although she couldn't cook, An Zhisu bought her all the kitchen utensils, hoping that she could stretch out a bit when she had time.
Because of her cooking skills, she never opened many kitchen utensils.
"What I brought last night was just a breakfast. Your refrigerator is empty. I'll buy some more things to store later." Xia Jingze said.
Song Jiaren almost squirted out a mouthful of soy milk: "What do you mean, you still plan to stay here forever?"
"With this plan, I haven't made any announcements recently." Xia Jingze nodded.
Song Jiaren:......
"I don't agree!" Song Jiaren intuitively felt that this was a dangerous thing.
"Objection is invalid." Xia Jingze dismissed it and reminded for the nth time: "We are boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Do boyfriends and girlfriends have to live together? They are not husband and wife." Song Jiaren retorted.
"Then ask my sister-in-law." Xia Jingze brought out his trump card.
"I..." Song Jiaren is dead!
Song Jiaren leaned in and said, "You're being cruel, it's up to you. Anyway, I'm going on a business trip recently."
"where to?"
“City B!”
"When?"
"In a few days."
"What day is it in the next few days?"
"The next few days will be the next few days. I want you to take care of which day."
"That's a coincidence, I'm going to City B too."
"When?"
"In a few days."
"What day is it in the next few days?"
"The next few days will be the next few days. I want you to take care of which day."
"Why are you trying to imitate me?"
"No."
"Yes."
"I am telling the truth."
The whole breakfast passed in the middle of an inexplicable and nonsensical bickering between the two. Song Jiaren accidentally ate too much and wiped out half of the breakfast table by herself, which was as much as she had eaten for a week.
"Damn, delicious food is misleading!"
Song Jiaren deeply despised herself in her heart. She was so unprincipled. No wonder An Zhisu would be defeated by Ye Lancheng's cooking skills. It was too dangerous.