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"Answer the phone. I'm going to get up." Zuo Zixian hurriedly stood up from the bed, but the redness on his delicate face did not fade.

"This phone number isn't important." As he spoke, he cut off the phone and switched on mute mode.

Zuo Zixian raised his eyes to meet his smoky eyes, and curled his lips, "Is it your sexy girlfriend, Miss Wen, who's looking for you? I think it's better if you don't slight others. "

She felt very awkward after she said it. The taste of her words was too sour. It was likely that anyone could tell that she was jealous, right?

Damn it, how could she say such a thing? Zuo Zixian felt extremely vexed, but no matter what he said, there was nothing he could do about it.

"You're jealous." His deep eyes locked onto her, and his large palm gripped her wrist. A faint trace of surprise could be seen in his eyes.

"I didn't." She was still being stubborn, but she did not realize how obvious her appearance was. It was as if this place was completely devoid of money.

"You didn't, why did you mention Wen Xia Wei? "Why do you speak in such a sour tone?" he asked, drawing her close, low on the soft top of her hair.

Zuo Zisheng's face instantly turned ashen, his body tensed up, and there was nothing she could say to refute his question.

"WenXia Wei is just a classmate of mine in university, and occasionally acts as my girlfriend."

Both of them were surprised to hear his explanation. Ling Yiheng was surprised that he would explain all of this to her, but there was actually no need for that. At the same time, Zuo Zixian was also shocked, it was clearly just a business relationship between her and him, and he had no reason to explain it to her, his fake fiancée.

However, she had no choice but to admit in her heart that his explanation was very useful, relieving her previous discomfort from seeing the news about his intimate contact with Wen Xia Wei. She even felt somewhat relieved and happy.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast." He didn't notice her emotions from her calm and charming face, so he very naturally pulled her hand and led her downstairs.

Zuo Zixian originally thought that he was going to buy breakfast, but he didn't expect that he would open her fridge to look for ingredients and even make her sit there and wait for food.

It was hard to imagine that such a noble young master in a shopping mall would always cook for himself despite exuding an incomparably noble aura.

Since she already knew something about him last time, she stopped asking about him always cooking. Moreover, his cooking was truly delicious.

There wasn't much in the refrigerator, but he still made a near perfect breakfast — two fried eggs, a vegetable salad, two Chinese pancakes, and two cups of hot milk.

"If it's not enough, we can have another bacon. I think it's in your fridge." As he spoke, he carried the items to the table.

To him, she was a bit thinner, so he hoped that she could get fatter and eat more, which would be better for her.

Once this feeling of concern began, it seemed that there was no way to stop it, so he wished he could personally cook breakfast for her.

"No need, that's enough." Zuo Ziqian quickly waved his hands, lowered his eyes and went to pick up his knife and fork to take a bite out of his pancake.

Although there were no eggs in the pancake, he put very little flour, sprinkled with green onions and leaves. It was very tasty.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Yiheng asked with a trace of probing in his eyes.

Actually, he hadn't made this kind of pancake for a long time. He didn't know why she would make this on a whim.

Zuo Zizhi opened his lips that were like the petals of a rose and smiled warmly, "It's delicious, thank you."

She had not forgotten the last time he had cooked, and she had asked the same question, wondering what his reaction would have been if she hadn't said it was bad.

His handsome face also had a hint of a smile on it, carrying with it a bit of charm and a bit of pleasure.

Zuo Zixian looked at his elegant smile and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eyes.

Heavens, this man was truly poisonous! Didn't they say that beautiful men were a creature that was more immune to looks? Why was it that the more she looked at his face, the more her heart beat faster, and the less she could resist his magic?

Breakfast was spent in the observation of Zuo Zixian's Little Deer Crash and Ling Yiheng with great interest.

After dinner, she would go to the winery to see Tabolte to settle some matters. Since Ling Yiheng had already given her the financial statements and evidence, it could be said that more than half of the matters had been resolved by now.

The next thing to do was to inform the police and wait for them to deal with it.

"Thank you, for helping me so much." When she reached the door of her house, she hesitated for a moment before blurting out to him,

Under the sunlight, the man's eyelashes were clearly long and slender, and his eyes that were like black holes had an unfathomable look to them. Then, he walked forward, reached out his hand to grab her waist, and whispered into her ear, "I said before, don't say thank you to me."