seek her

Song Sipu was silent for a while and said, "My car is waiting downstairs."

Jing Shu arrived as scheduled, she sat in the back row, and Song Sipu drove the car himself. On the way back, Jing Shu kept looking at his phone, trying to contact Lao Cheng.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Song Sipu asked suddenly.

Jing Shu said, "I don't have much appetite."

Song Sipu parked the car at the vegetable market, he got out of the car to buy vegetables, and Jing Shu followed. He was familiar with the twists and turns here, and he was familiar with the daily necessities of life. He actually knew how to distinguish the old vegetables from the tender ones. The weight and freshness of vegetables.

Song Sipu is completely different from Ji Linjiang.

Ji Linjiang does not eat fireworks in the world.

Song Sipu lived a frugal life under the dogma of his grandfather's thrift and thrift, unlike the heir to a wealthy family. Jing Shu didn't even see him spend money indiscriminately to enjoy any special services, and he didn't have too many demands on the brand. In-depth understanding, he doesn't seem to have much pursuit of money, career, or enjoyment.

But he seems to pay more attention to the abundance of the spiritual world, and the books on his bedside table are piled up.

Because of the pursuit of the spiritual world, they are loyal and cautious to love.

But he is also an untouchable ancestor.

Back home, Song Sipu naturally went to cook, Jingshu stood at the door and watched his obvious changes. Since he jumped off the building to save her that day, his changes were visible to the naked eye, but they were also expected.

Now that he knows that she is pregnant with his child, he seems to naturally regard her as a part of his life. Fortunately, she bet on his attitude and held him, instead of continuing to confront her badly.

Jing Shu pretended to be confused while pretending to understand, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to wash a skirt in the bathroom, changed her slippers and ran over, but couldn't find it.

"Have you seen my dirty skirt?" Jing Shu asked him.

Song Sipu said, "Washed, packed up."

Jing Shu calmed down, this man is really hard-working. When he lived with him before, Jing Shu knew that this man was hard-working. When he was at home and had nothing to do, he would do housework, read books, watch movies, and listen to music. He didn't like to follow outside contact.The house is often kept spotless by him.Such a rich man, it is almost never seen that he hired a babysitter, nor did he use his privilege to do anything.

It's just that he didn't expect him to wash her clothes. She remembered that he used to make breakfast, and he only made his own.Most of the meals at home were cooked by her to please him, no matter how much she tried to please him, he was indifferent with a stinky face.

"Song Sipu, did you suddenly realize your conscience?" Jing Shu asked him.

"No conscience." Song Sipu turned his back to her to burn the frying pan, his back was straight, one arm was still injured, but the other arm was flexible.

"That's right." Jing Shu circled his chest and came behind him, poking his head and looking into the pot, "What will you do?"

Oily smoke rose suddenly.

"Get out." Song Sipu held her with one hand and pushed her out.

Jing Shu leaned against the wall to stand firm. This man really doesn't understand how to be gentle with Lu Jinqiao. He is afraid that he has only been gentle with Lu Jinqiao alone. Song Sipu stayed at home and did not go out.

Jing Shu didn't sleep much all night, and when she walked out of the guest room, she saw that the white shoes she wore yesterday had been brushed on the balcony as if they were brand new and were drying in the sun, so white that it was dazzling.

Except for the underwear and panties that were not washed for her, all the other clothes were washed for her. His clothes were washed on the same day they were changed, so even her clothes were disposed of by the way.

Jing Shu was startled, and turned his eyes to search for Song Si Pu's shadow, and saw him tidying up an unused room, Jing Shu leaned against the door and said, "You washed my shoes, what am I wearing today?"

"The changing room has prepared some clothes and shoes for you, according to your size." Song Sipu said without raising his eyebrows, and he took a tape measure to measure the size of the house.

"What are you doing?" Jing Shu asked.

Song Sipu ignored her.

Jing Shu took two steps forward, looking at the picture he called up on the screen of his mobile phone, baby room?

Jing Shu froze for a moment.

Song Sipu suddenly snatched the phone, and pushed her out a little angrily, as if Jingshu had peeped into his mind and made him ashamed, he turned around and walked away with a cold look on his face.

Jing Shu was speechless for a while, he was actually preparing the baby room?He wants to keep this child?She blushed slightly, and seeing the breakfast he left in the dining room, Jing Shu turned to the changing room to open the closet, and saw that he had prepared so many clothes for her at some point, basically based on her usual clothes. I prepared it for the style I like, and it seems that I want her to live here often.

Jing Shu picked out a sports-style home clothes, went into the bathroom, took a shower, and went into battle lightly. She didn't plan to go out for the time being. She had some things to clarify with Song Sipu. Some entanglements and grievances should be settled. According to the current rhythm From the looks of it, he shouldn't hurt her again in a hostile capacity.

She had achieved her goal, so she was about to withdraw.

Jing Shu was sitting on the balcony under the golden sunlight, wiping her wet hair, full of thoughts, she didn’t know what to say, her hair is not of good quality, she doesn’t want to blow it with a hair dryer, her ears seem to be filled with water, buzzing Humming and itching, she rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find ear picks, and sat in the sun on the balcony to clean her ears, but she couldn't solve the problem of humming.

"Do you need my help?" Song Sipu asked her.

Without waiting for Jingshu to refuse, Song Sipu took a small stool and walked over naturally, and sat beside her.He patted his leg, "Lie down."

Jing Shu hesitated for a moment, then slowly put his head on his lap, turning his face sideways.

The wet black hair covered his legs.

Song Sipu concentrated on helping her clean her ears, and even brought a cotton swab.

The breeze is coming, the flowers are swaying, the blue hair is long, and the sun in the morning is warm and comfortable, making people let go of all their guards, and there is a kind of peace that has been quiet for years.