Surrogate wife every step of the way

Zhao Zifeng listened to her explanation, frowned and looked at her for a while, but didn't say anything.

Sun Mengjiao suddenly remembered that it had been a whole night, and she was staying out for the night again, and she was afraid that she would be scolded by Wang Wenshu again after she went back.

She took out her mobile phone from the bag next to her, checked the phone information and caller ID, and there was nothing.Maybe Luo Hao didn't care if he didn't go back all night.

She laughed at herself, and using her other uninjured hand, she slowly sat up on the bed, lifted the quilt, and was about to get out of bed.

Zhao Zifeng watched her movements and asked, "Want to leave?"

Sun Mengjiao put one foot off the bed and glanced at Zhao Zifeng, "Yes! I'm a married person, and I don't come home all night. It's so ugly to say it. If I stay any longer, my reputation will be lost."

Said that he was about to leave the bed and stand up, but Zhao Zifeng stood in front of her, hugged her and put her on the bed.

"Hey, Zhao Zifeng, what are you doing? Tell me to go back!" Sun Mengjiao was taken aback by his actions.

Zhao Zifeng pressed her body, leaned over to look at her, and said word by word: "Don't even think about leaving before your injury heals."

"But I..." Sun Mengjiao still wanted to refute, but when she raised her upper body and remembered, Zhao Zifeng pushed her down again.

"Otherwise, even if you get hurt, I don't mind cleaning you up on the bed." Zhao Zifeng looked at Sun Mengjiao with a wicked smile, but his tone was full of threats.

Sun Mengjiao was so angry that she grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it at him, "Zhao Zifeng, you are shameless!"

Zhao Zifeng just took it in his hand, "So it's best not to mess with me."

He glanced at Sun Mengjiao's injured arm, his eyes were burning.

Sun Mengjiao could only resign herself to her fate and continue to lie on the bed, obeying someone's overbearing terms, and not allowed to go home until her injury healed.

However, Zhao Zifeng took very good care of her.

Sun Mengjiao injured her right hand, so it was very inconvenient to eat, and her left hand couldn't hold the food, so she was so angry that she threw the chopsticks back into the plate and stopped eating.

But Zhao Zifeng silently took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks and fed them to Sun Mengjiao.

She felt it was a waste to let a man worth hundreds of millions feed her.

"Eat." Just when Sun Mengjiao was wondering whether to open his mouth in embarrassment, Zhao Zifeng spoke in an orderly tone.

Sun Mengjiao could only avoid his gentle gaze, and opened her mouth obediently, for fear of drowning in his deep pool and being unable to redeem.

Although his tone was brutal and cold, his actions were gentle.

Sun Mengjiao really couldn't bear to be fed by someone like him. She felt like she owed him millions. She cleared her throat: "I'm full."

Zhao Zifeng mixed the bibimbap with chopsticks, and gave a simple and clear order: "Eat it.!"

Sun Mengjiao couldn't help but stare at him, thinking it was so simple, is there anyone who takes care of others like him?

"Or I'll eat you?" He added with a blank expression.

This time she lost again, compared to someone with a thick skin and no bottom line, she has no chance of winning!
"Okay, I'll eat! I'll eat!" Sun Mengjiao hurriedly changed her words, "Where is there such a domineering person like you? Bullying patients."

Seeing that she ate it bite by bite, and the bowl of rice was quickly drained, Zhao Zifeng smiled with satisfaction.

"Mother Zhang, I'll cook some bone soup and bring it up later." Seeing Mama Zhang packing up the dishes, he reminded her.

Zhang Ma smiled very happily, looking at Sun Mengjiao again and again made her happy, "Okay, young master."

"No way! I still want to eat?" Sun Mengjiao felt that she was being fed like a pig with the way she was recuperating today!

Zhao Zifeng was provoked by her tone and smiled, and was caught by Zhang Ma who was beside her, and she was also happy for the two of them.

Whether Zhao Zifeng was happy or sad, he never showed it on his face. Today, for the first time, he smiled because of a woman.

"Miss Sun, the young master loves you so much!" Zhang Ma couldn't help saying it because of the atmosphere between them.

"It hurts?" Sun Mengjiao laughed and leaned forward, "Mother Zhang, you really know how to joke!"

She looked at Zhao Zifeng who was at the side and slandered: "He is the only one who knows how to hurt others? It is thankful that he hurt her on the bed,"

Zhang Ma gave Zhao Zifeng an embarrassed look, "Master, then I'll go make soup first, call me if you need anything."

As soon as the soup was mentioned, Sun Mengjiao rubbed her stomach and pouted in protest: "I really can't eat any more, can I not..."

"I don't have two pieces of meat, why don't you make up more?" Zhao Zifeng saw her pouting and complaining, and started teasing her again. While talking, he deliberately scanned her body from head to toe.

Sun Mengjiao was looked at by his obviously serious eyes. She pursed her lips and subconsciously wanted to protect her chest from him, but she forgot that her hand was injured.

"Hiss!" As soon as she raised her injured hand, she cried out in pain.

Zhao Zifeng's face turned pale, and he placed her arm for her, and said in a reprimanded tone, "Why move? Do you know it hurts?"

He lowered his eyes to examine the injury carefully, and Sun Mengjiao looked at him quietly, suddenly feeling that the years have been peaceful, as if he hoped that this kind of relationship can last forever.

"Does it still hurt?" He looked up at Sun Mengjiao and asked.

Those deep eyes were actually full of tenderness and concern today, Sun Mengjiao had the illusion that such Zhao Zifeng really fell in love with her.

She can clearly warn herself not to be deceived by his appearance, maybe he is like this to any woman, and she is no exception.

But she seemed to have been attracted by his deep pool, and she gradually let go of her guard.

People are actually very strange. Sometimes they know that there is a cliff in front of them, but they still go to bump into it without hesitation, even if they fall to pieces, they will not hesitate.

But when she thought of her father and the Luo family, all her thoughts came back in an instant.

If you know that you can't do it, you will definitely fall miserably.

Sun Mengjiao adjusted her mood and shook her head slightly.

Zhao Zifeng looked at her pale face, it was much better than after returning from the reception yesterday, those black and white eyes were looking at him, in addition to being clear, there was also some indistinct expression in the eyes.

For the first time, he felt incomprehensible.

"I have to go back." Sun Mengjiao looked away, staring at the quilt, as if speaking to him, but also as if speaking to herself.

Zhao Zifeng's face darkened, he stared at her and questioned: "You know he treats you badly, why did you go back?"

Sun Mengjiao was startled, not knowing how to answer.

Tell him that the Luo family is kind to her and her father, and she can't be ungrateful?
Or tell him that his father wanted her to marry Luo Hao, and he always wanted to see the two of them together?
It's impossible, so what can I say?
"After all, I'm married." Sun Mengjiao thought for a while, and chose the most formulaic and reasonable excuse, which was considered an answer to his question.

Zhao Zifeng squinted his eyes, and suddenly pinched Sun Mengjiao's chin. Considering that she was injured, he only used a third of his strength. He leaned forward and approached Sun Mengjiao, their faces were very close.

"You still love him?"

Sun Mengjiao was forced to face him face to face. The breath he exhaled while speaking was sprayed on Sun Mengjiao's face. Such a quiet distance contact made her feel a little uncomfortable. She twisted her chin and asked doubtfully, "Do I love him?" What does it have to do with you?"

She and him were just that unreasonable contractual relationship. Thinking about it further, Sun Mengjiao didn't think that a man like him, Zhao Zifeng, would give up a forest for her.

Zhao Zifeng was completely enraged by this little woman's words. He increased his strength and reminded her domineeringly: "I tell you, Sun Mengjiao! Whether you love him or not, you can only be my woman!"

Sun Mengjiao's jaw was pinched, she frowned and slapped his hand away, staring at him: "You are too conceited."

"I'm going to the company now. If I don't see you when I come back, you know the consequences." Zhao Zifeng put on his coat and walked out in front of her.

Seeing the bedroom door being closed, Sun Mengjiao curled her lips, "What else can you do to me besides being a threat?"

I don't know if it was too quiet in the room, or what, but she fell asleep in a daze.

The phone rang, and she picked it up casually, and after looking at it, she found that it was Luo Hao calling, and she woke up after dozing off.

She adjusted herself to the best state and connected the phone.

"Mengjiao, what time is it? Why haven't you come back?" Luo Hao's tone on the phone was a little anxious.

Sun Mengjiao could hear Wang Wenshu angrily questioning and scolding him.

Sun Mengjiao pretended she didn't hear it at all, and thought about it: "I succeeded in the interview, the company sent me on a business trip, and I won't be able to go back until a few days later."

"Really? That's great! I knew you would be able to do it, Mengjiao, you should pay more attention to safety when you are outside alone." Luo Hao kept telling her.

Sun Mengjiao responded softly: "Okay."

Even after calling, Wang Wenshu is still relentless over there, as if she is afraid that she won't hear.

"By the way, tell my parents for me, lest they worry."

Luo Hao's voice faltered, "Okay, my parents are also very... worried about you, when will you come back?"

"It may take about a week." Sun Mengjiao looked at her arm, which was still tied with a thick layer of gauze.

"That Mengjiao, remember to come back early, my dad's birthday will be in a week."

Sun Mengjiao was startled, "Okay, I see, I will definitely go back."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Mengjiao no longer felt sleepy. It was really boring to be alone in the room, so she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, not feeling any discomfort. Thinking of how nervous Zhao Zifeng was when she got up just now, "It's really a big fuss, this little injury is nothing, And let me lie down."

"Miss Sun, the bone soup is ready." Mama Zhang knocked on the door and drove in. When she saw Sun Mengjiao standing up, she was startled and said nervously, "Oh, Miss Sun, why are you up? Your injury ..."

As she spoke, she hurried over to help Sun Mengjiao, her face full of worry and concern.

"Mother Zhang, I'm fine! It's not that I hurt my leg, so I can't walk." Sun Mengjiao smiled, staring at the bone soup that Zhang Ma put on the table, full of fat floating on the soup, her expression changed.

"Sit down, this soup is ready, drink it while it's hot." Zhang Ma pointed to the bowl of soup, as if she was going to bring it to Sun Mengjiao to feed her.

"Hey, Mama Zhang!" Sun Mengjiao called to stop her again and again, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, I'll drink it myself later, you can put it away first."

Zhang Ma thought she was embarrassed, so she put down the soup bowl and said, "Okay, remember to finish drinking, I will go out to buy vegetables later."

Sun Mengjiao looked at Zhao Zifeng's bedroom for a while, but found nothing interesting. The black and gray tones really made people feel depressed.

She opened the bedroom door and looked around for a while, but she couldn't hear a single sound. It seemed that she was the only one left in this mansion?
She walked around the corridor and saw that the door of the study room was half-opened. Driven by curiosity, she hesitated for a while before turning back and gently pushing the door open.

The furnishings in the study are also very simple, just like his style, the bookshelves are full of books, there is a computer on the desk, and nothing else.

Sun Mengjiao gently brushed the desk with her hand, and looked at the books on the bookshelf, all of them were about finance and economics, and many of them were out of print.

I can't help but sigh, the world of the rich really starts at a higher level and works harder than small ants like them.