Zhou Zeyi glanced at her with complicated eyes before saying, "The fortune teller said that I am destined to be a widowed king, and whoever marries me will be defeated."
"Pfft..."
It's obviously a very sad thing.
Qiao Mengxing suddenly burst into laughter.
Zhou Zeyi: "Are you happy that I am the widowed king?"
Qiao Mengxing waved her hands awkwardly: "No...hahaha..."
Zhou Zeyi looked at her with gentle eyes. Seeing how hard she was laughing, he stretched out his hand and pinched her waist: "You're still smiling."
Qiao Mengxing jumped and sat down a little further: "If you don't laugh, I will... I will go to your house, but we have agreed first that we can sleep in the same room, but I have to make a bed on the floor."
If Zhou Zeyi is destined to be a widowed king like her, then they really share the same fate.
Therefore, she must do this favor.
"How can a woman be allowed to sleep on the floor?"
"I don't care. If you don't agree, I will have a showdown with your grandfather."
Zhou Zeyi's tone was helpless and doting: "Okay, I will listen to you."
Qiao Mengxing twitched her lips in embarrassment, wondering why Zhou Zeyi's tone sounded a little awkward to her.
It felt like she and he were really in love.
However, Qiao Mengxing never expected that she had just returned home with Zhou Zeyi.
Zhou Li'an was waiting for them in the hall.
As soon as Qiao Mengxing entered the luxurious living room, a well-dressed servant came to her and said politely: "Young mistress, the master asked me to prepare a tonic soup for you."
"Tonic soup?" Qiao Mengxing looked confused.
Zhou Li'an sat on the sofa, holding his crutches with a smile on his face: "Both you and Ayi need to drink. Drinking will make you more likely to get pregnant."
Qiao Mengxing: "..."
Zhou Zeyi took her hand: "Grandpa also has good intentions, let's go."
After saying that, he pulled her to the coffee table.
Seeing Zhou Zeyi drink the soup, Qiao Mengxing did not hesitate.
Anyway, no matter what Dabu Decoction she drinks, as long as she and Zhou Zeyi don't sleep together, it's impossible to get pregnant.
Seeing the two of them drinking soup, Zhou Li'an glanced at the antique clock on the wall: "It's getting late, you go to bed early."
"Okay grandpa."
After the two said goodbye to Zhou Li'an, they entered Zhou Zeyi's bedroom together.
Qiao Mengxing discovered that Zhou Zeyi's bedroom style was exactly the same as Zhou Zetian's.
Whether it’s wall decoration or room furnishings.
What's even more outrageous is that when she was going to look for clothes to go to the bathroom, she found a lot of floral shirts in Zhou Zeyi's closet.
When she met Zhou Zetian, he liked to wear floral shirts the most.
Zhou Zetian, who dresses himself like a trendy boy from the 1980s and 1990s, is not only handsome, but also has a sense of the times.
Her temperament is unique and very attractive to her.
As soon as Zhou Zeyi walked behind her, he saw Qiao Mengxing staring at those floral shirts in a daze.
He wanted to put away the floral shirt, but it was too late.
"Zhou Zeyi, do you also like to wear floral shirts? In my opinion, you and Zhou Zetian have very different personalities, so you shouldn't wear floral shirts, right?"
And I have never seen Zhou Zeyi wearing a floral shirt.
Zhou Zeyi blinked guiltily and then said, "My brother put it here for me, and I haven't confiscated it."
Qiao Mengxing's eyes suddenly turned red because she missed Zhou Zetian.
Then, she made a small request to Zhou Zeyi: "Zhou Zeyi, can you show me a floral shirt?"
"If you want to see it, you can."
Qiao Mengxing felt a little excited.
When choosing clothes for Zhou Zeyi, his hands were shaking slightly.
She chose a set that Zhou Zetian wore most often and handed it to Zhou Zeyi: "Put this on and show me."
"good."
When Zhou Zeyi turned around and entered the bathroom, Qiao Mengxing was sitting on the sofa waiting expectantly.
Zhou Zeyi and Zhou Zetian are very similar to each other. If they wear the same clothes, will they look more alike?
After what seemed like a century of waiting, Zhou Zeyi finally came out of the bathroom.
After Zhou Zeyi put on the floral shirt, his temperament was exactly the same as Zhou Zetian's.
She is handsome with a bit of a bit of a ruffian, and she also has that youthful look of the era that fascinates her.
"Zhou Zetian?" At this moment, Qiao Mengxing seemed to be dreaming back to Zhou Zetian.
She stood up like a dream and ran towards Zhou Zeyi quickly.
She hugged Zhou Zeyi tightly and kept murmuring: "Do you know how much I miss you? When I loved you the most passionately, you abandoned me. Zhou Zetian, please don't leave me again, okay?"
"
Zhou Zeyi's eyes were slightly moist, he kissed the top of her hair and whispered: "Okay, I will never leave you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman who was holding him suddenly stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.