Chapter 101

Her face gradually paled. She could not have anything to do with Qiao Zixi, definitely not.

"Young Master Qiao, I'm going to work. Just now, thank you, but …" Can you keep this a secret for me? "

Zhi Zhi Qing opened her mouth, her voice was very sincere, but Meng Shaoxuan felt that a thorn had suddenly stabbed into his heart that had just had a hint of happiness.

"You don't have to say it. I will keep this a secret for you, but I have a condition."

Zhi Qing nodded her head, but her heart was a bit cold. If she didn't guess wrongly, he must have taken the opportunity to ask her to offer something …

"Stop walking with your head down, stop being subservient, stop frowning, stop being afraid of people and nonsense. Know that you should always smile." He took a step forward and gently smoothed her messy hair. "Go back to your work."

She was stunned, and when she reacted, Meng Shaoxuan had already turned around and left. She looked at his tall and big figure walking away step by step, still maintaining his unbridled and unrestrained appearance, and suddenly felt a slight pain in her heart. She lightly clenched her fist, and couldn't help but look in his direction …

And he, too, stood still, as if he knew she was looking at him, so he turned and smiled at her with a strange brilliance, leaning against the wall, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a cigarette. When her eyes met his, he blew out a beautiful smoke ring, and his eyes narrowed into a bright smile.

Zhi Zhi gave a faint smile. She slightly straightened her back and turned around. Step by step, she moved slowly but firmly.

Seeing that she still had his head down, but had already lost a lot of his timid appearance, Meng Shaoxuan felt joyous in his heart, but he also suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Eight in the morning in Los Angeles.

When Meng Shaoting came out from the bathroom, he was in the small living room outside directing the servants to carry their luggage. He held onto the soft and pure white towel in his hand as he wiped his wet hair, and went to the bed to get some clothes.

Underwear, white shirt, woolen sweater... Meng Shaoting's motion of wiping his hair suddenly stopped, and he immediately walked to the wardrobe. He had clearly said earlier that he would be wearing that grey, smoke-colored woolen sweater, but why did Man Jun give him a dark blue new one?

He rummaged through the closet, but didn't find anything. They didn't bring any clothes, so the closet still maintained its original appearance. It was a little messy, and most of it was Man Jun's clothes, Lin Dong. They were stuffed inside in a mess, but there was no obvious separation between the four seasons.

He could not help but frown. His mind could not help but focus on the neat bedroom at home, the clean living room, the kitchen that was always filled with fragrance, and the warm and tidy wardrobe.

Knowing that he had always made a mess of his wardrobe, he quickly tidied it up. His shirt was his shirt, and his inner shirt was his inner shirt. Clothes are the insides. Clothes, coats were always ironed, hanging there, and there was no need to look for any of them.

And now, when he got up in the morning, he often went into the mess of the closet to rummage through her own clothes. At that time, Man Jun was still fast asleep. When he pulled out a wrinkled shirt to put on, she would always take out a sock or a sock from her sleeves. Clothes...

It had been five years, but instead, it was he who had learned to organize some personal things. And Man Jun was still the young miss, who knew nothing at all. Shao Ting, what are you looking for? " Suddenly, Man Jun pushed open the door and entered. Her sleeves were rolled up high and there were crystal beads of sweat on his forehead. When he ran to the dressing table to carry a small box, he curiously watched him wrapped in a bath towel and blanked out in front of the wardrobe.

"Man Jun, have you seen my grey woolen sweater? The one I said I was going to wear this morning. "

It was unknown when she bought the woolen sweater, but he felt comfortable wearing it. Man Jun had good eyes when she bought clothes for herself, and also bought a lot of them for him, but because the style was too fashionable, the comfort level was greatly reduced, so whenever it got cold, he liked to wear that woolen sweater.

When Man Jun heard his question, her face suddenly turned somewhat pale. The fingers that held the box tightened after another, and her delicate bones turned white. "That woolen sweater looked really old, so I threw it away for you."

For some reason, a dark expression suddenly appeared on his face. Man Jun stealthily sized him up, and spoke in a low voice while feeling a little wronged, "Shao Ting, I also bought you a lot of woolen sweaters, there are even three smoke-colored sweaters."

Meng Shaoting did not speak for a long time. After a while, he finally stood in front of the bed with his back facing Man Jun as he put on his clothes. At the same time, he casually said, "It's okay, I'm just asking.

"Oh." Man Jun replied as she carried the box out. Her movements of dressing became slower and slower, and finally she stopped. He donned her shirt, put down the dark blue woolen sweater, and turned around to the wardrobe, taking a thick windbreaker. Right when she was about to tie his head, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and when Meng Shaoting raised his head, she saw Man Jun holding onto a set of clothes.

Meng Shaoting looked at Man Jun, who had suddenly started to cry, with a little bit of shock, as he randomly threw the clothes in his hands onto the bed. Just as he was about to reach out to hug her, he saw a small piece of old cloth being shaken out from within the woolen sweater, slowly falling to the ground …

Suddenly, Meng Shaoting felt that he had lost his ability to move. He stared blankly at the thin, transparent white cloth that had been washed, and the four words that were embroidered with black silk seemed to be a little blurry. He almost couldn't see clearly, but he could see clearly.