C61

"Sorry about that. I'm so outstanding, it's normal for you to treat me so well." How could a person be so proud!

An Xiaochu was speechless, and the gaze she used to look at Qin Ziang was full of helplessness! The tiny throbbing in his eyes had been hidden away without a trace.

"You take your time. I'll go back and rest. Good night."

An Xiaochu uncomfortably stroked the hair on her face, her eyes staring at the messy table, no one knew what she was thinking.

"You're not insomniac?" Qin Ziang pulled An Xiaochu's wrist, and asked somewhat puzzledly. His movements were too natural, An Xiaochu didn't even have the chance to struggle.

"How do you know?" If her memory was correct, from beginning to end, she hadn't said a single word about her insomnia.

"I won't tell you." Well, you can't sleep anyway, so do me a favor. Here … Do you see these? Help me sort them out. " Qin Ziang then pushed An Xiaochu down onto the chair that he had just sat on, and raised his chin towards the messy table, indicating for him to sit.

"Ah?" I won't. " This could be considered a secretary job, but she had never had any contact with it before.

"Follow the feeling." Qin Ziang picked up the chopsticks from the tray and focused on the food in the bowl. When he talked, he did not even bat an eyelid.

This was a decision made for him! An Xiaochu could only bite the bullet and go up. After she cleaned up the mess on the table, Qin Ziang could finally see the bottom of his bowl.

"Are you sleepy now?" Qin Ziang raised his head, just in time to see An Xiaochu covering his mouth and yawning. It seemed that his stack of data had a good effect on curing insomnia.

"Yes, it's already past 2. Good night." The clock on the wall ticked and ticked.

"I'll walk you back to your room." Qin Ziang stood up from the chair, and before An Xiaochu could do anything, he picked up the plate with one hand. His other hand supported An Xiaochu when he was tripping over the foot of the chair.

Naturally, Qin Ziang's hand fell on An Xiaochu's shoulder, and the two maintained a posture of half-hugging, all the way to the door of An Xiaochu's room.

— —

The spring sun in May was bright and gentle. An Xiaochu opened her eyes from sleep and subconsciously looked towards the source of the light. The room she woke up in was strange to him, and she started to doze off.

"Aiya, I've gone silly from my sleep!" This was the room Uncle Yao had specially prepared for her yesterday!

After washing up in the bathroom he brought with him, An Xiaochu slowly went downstairs.

"Eh, you haven't gone to work yet?" It was already 9: 30 PM. According to Qin Ziang's habit, he should be sitting in the Honorary International Building now to handle business.

Not like this, with coffee and breakfast.

"Later. Good morning, Xiaochu. "

An Xiaochu stopped pulling the chair. What was Qin Ziang saying?

Was she hearing wrongly, or was Qin Ziang speaking wrongly? In other words, China had a broad and profound history. There was something wrong with her words and understanding, but Qin Ziang had actually said "Morning, An Xiaochu".

"An Xiaochu's hands stiffened slightly, and the chair began to protest. With a squeak, the sound was especially ear-piercing in such a large restaurant. Even An Xiaochu herself frowned when she heard this early in the morning. She subconsciously looked at Qin Ziang's expression and discovered that he didn't have an expression on his face. His handsome face had tight facial features and was as cold as a sculpture on the street.

"Good morning, Qin …" Young Master Qin. "

An Xiaochu's mouth smoothly opened wanting to call out Qin Ziang's name, but only after speaking did she suddenly react, calling out's name was outside the scope of their relationship.

There was only a single contract between them.

An Xiaochu originally thought that she wouldn't care about her slip of the tongue, but who knew that when she raised her head, they would coincidentally fall into a pair of amber silent seas.

"As you wish." An Xiaochu stared fixedly at Qin Ziang's eyes, until he spat out the word, she suddenly regained her senses.

"Do as I wish? Do as I wish?" An Xiaochu read Qin Ziang's words twice in his heart, but still failed to understand what he wanted to express. She had never been one to make things difficult for herself, so she didn't mind.

Seeing her unconcerned expression, Qin Ziang's black brows unnoticeably furrowed.

"Xiaoxiao has just woken up. I'll bring your breakfast over immediately." The Steward Yao chuckled as he arrived at the dining hall. Seeing An Xiaochu sitting upright on the chair, a string of words immediately popped out of her mouth.

"Uncle Yao, let me help you." Letting an old man take care of himself in such a hurry was a very sinful thing to do.

She was not like Qin Ziang, who was born to enjoy his life.

"No need, no need. It has been prepared long ago. Just bring it over. You should talk to the young master here."

The older the Steward Yao, the more refined he became. With a single sentence, he revealed Qin Ziang's intentions. Did the young master really think that an old man like him would not understand if he didn't tell others? Qin Ziang had been eating breakfast for almost an hour, and he had even changed a few cups of coffee. In the past, the young master had already left for work. The reason was simply to wait for An Xiaochu to wake up.

Steward Yao left with a smile. An Xiaochu looked at Steward Yao's back with some suspicion. She kept feeling that everyone had been in a very good mood these past two days.

Especially this person, when he thought of this, An Xiaochu's eyes subconsciously shot towards Qin Ziang's direction. He was holding the handle of his coffee cup between his fingers and moving it to his lips. The European style thick cup was very compatible with his cold and aloof temperament.

But...

The moment the words came to her mouth, An Xiaochu did not know whether she should say it or not. Hesitating, she glanced at Qin Ziang a few more times. Putting aside the past things, in the past two days, Qin Ziang had been treating him quite well, and this could be seen from the way she lived.

"Coffee in the morning isn't good for you." Swallowing her throat, An Xiaochu softly spat out a sentence. Qin Ziang's hand that was holding onto the coffee cup paused, and she looked at An Xiaochu with disbelief.

"Yes." As if by some strange miracle, Qin Ziang quietly put down the cup in his hand. From the corner of his eyes, An Xiaochu saw that he was cooperating well.

"You slept late last night. You have to take some time off. Coffee isn't the way to go."

The volume of his words was similar to that of a normal voice. Qin Ziang's calm eyes suddenly shone with light.

When Steward Yao walked to the door with his breakfast for An Xiaochu, he just happened to hear what An Xiaochu was concerned about. The advancing footsteps stopped at the door. Having lived for so many years, he had to be aware of what was going on.

"How do you feel about your new room?" Qin Ziang's voice came from inside. According to Steward Yao's twenty odd years of experience in taking care of him, the young master's current mood was very good. Listen, these words have an uppercut tone to them.

"It's fine, thank you!" I wanted to thank you last night, but I forgot when I was too tired. "

This was something that only An Xiaochu remembered when she woke up this morning. Originally, the reason why she cooked the midnight snack last night was to thank Qin Ziang for taking care of her during the day. In the end, when she was in the study room, she was interrupted by Qin Ziang and she forgot about it.

"Suddenly being so kind and polite doesn't seem like you." Qin Ziang held onto his chin, his probing gaze falling on An Xiaochu's face as he sized him up.

"This is the real me, alright? I'm a fairy in the first place, if you didn't force me, would I have used my viciousness to conceal my true identity?" In any case, it was Qin Ziang's responsibility. One had to know that in the eyes of outsiders, she, An Xiaochu, was a very good young man with five officials and three views.

"Little Fairy …" Qin Ziang's words that had an unspeakable meaning gave An Xiaochu the illusion that she was being looked down upon.

Even the Steward Yao who was standing by the door eavesdropping felt that their Young Master did not know how to chat. Afraid that the atmosphere inside would turn cold due to the young master's lack of understanding of the situation, Steward Yao took the time to carry the tray in.

"Xiaochu, this is your breakfast. Come and eat while it's hot."

The Steward Yao had prepared some porridge and delicately styled side dishes and pastries for An Xiaochu, as well as a seemingly light bowl of soup for him. A strong Chinese flavor, but it was a great tonic for those who were not in good health.

Qin Ziang casually swept it over and secretly nodded in his heart.

"Thank you, Uncle Yao. Have you eaten yet?" Qin Ziang's breakfast was all Western style, but the breakfast he had been given was Chinese style, it was obvious that it had been meticulously prepared. A touch of emotion danced in An Xiaochu's heart, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes glistened with the splendor of water.

Steward Yao smiled and nodded towards An Xiaochu.

"Master, do you need me to bring you a glass of milk?"

The Steward Yao didn't agree with Qin Ziang drinking coffee in the morning, but with Qin Ziang's personality, he had always been stubborn since young, and his ideas were even better than an adult's. When he grew up, it would be even harder for him to listen to other people's words.

Now that he was willing to listen to An Xiaochu's words, Steward Yao was happy as well.

Qin Ziang did not speak. With just a slight movement, Steward Yao went down in high spirits. When An Xiaochu saw the two's tacit understanding between each other, she sighed in heartfelt amazement. Probably only someone like the Steward Yao, who had no temper, could endure the fickle Qin Ziang.

But to tell the truth, Qin Ziang actually listened to his words and did not drink coffee, which surprised her a lot.

— —

If you had to ask, what kind of days passed the fastest? Then An Xiaochu would definitely say that it was the day where she ate and waited for death in Qin Ziang's villa.

Ever since Qin Ziang brought her back from the hospital to the villa, she had been wandering around the villa.

It's been two days, so boring!

An Xiaochu helplessly threw the flower shears in her hands to the side, hugged her knees and sat on the grass as she basked in the sun.

Today was the 28th, right? She vaguely remembered that on this day, she seemed to have something to do, but what was it?

An Xiaochu was about to fall asleep when she suddenly thought of something.

Hurriedly returning to her room to change into decent clothes, she found her ticket in the cupboard and packed her bag. Under Steward Yao's doubtful gaze, An Xiaochu ran out of the villa.

The location of the villa was too remote. It was already 5 o'clock, so he didn't know if he could make it to the start of the 7 o'clock concert.

— —