The world's most sassy sweet wife

This man is really naive.

Because a few words will throw everything away and run back?

I don't understand his brain circuit at all.

He Xuanchen was half dressed, stopped his movements, looked at the screen and asked, "Then will you add me to your plan?"

Yu Ziqing was helpless: "Jajiajia. Come back after you finish your work."

When he thought of this man coming back, he would cling to her every step of the way, unable to get rid of her, so he didn't want him to come back.

Either way, hold on to him first.

He Xuanchen stopped and smiled with satisfaction.

"Then I'll stay and deal with work first."

Yu Ziqing realized later that she had been put in a different position.

She threw her phone on the bed viciously, not wanting to talk to this man anymore.

A gentle voice came from the phone: "Are you sleepy?"

Yu Ziqing said coldly, "No."

She was so angry that she was getting more and more sober.

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "It's my fault."

Yu Ziqing hung up the video directly, too lazy to listen to him anymore.

He Xuanchen sent a voice: "Good night, have a good dream."

Yu Ziqing turned off the phone after listening to the voice.

But this night, she couldn't sleep without saying anything.

The rare times of insomnia were all because of this man.

The next morning, she got up before the alarm clock went off.

She went to the closet and decided to take out the clothes for work first.

It was supposed to be ready last night, but He Xuanchen disturbed his thoughts, so he forgot about it.

As soon as the door was opened, the inside suddenly lit up.

She had hung a sensor light in it before, it was just an ordinary round light, on the far right.

But it's different now, there is a string of star lights hanging on the top, warm yellow lights, and it will imitate real stars, twinkling and twinkling.

Yu Ziqing looked at these anomalies in surprise, and her first reaction was that He Xuanchen did it.

But when did he do it?
Before he got on the plane, did he come back?

When we left in the morning, it wasn't like that.

After returning from get off work, she brought her pajamas from the balcony, so she hasn't opened the closet yet.

Looking down, I saw a black box tied with a golden ribbon.

This brand of clothes is very expensive. Although she is rich, she rarely buys such expensive things.

Opening the box, a set of black underwear lay quietly inside.

Yu Ziqing looked serious, immediately took out her phone and sent a video to He Xuanchen.

The other end was still connected in seconds, and asked with a smile: "Did you see the gift?"

Yu Ziqing used one index finger to pick up the shoulder strap of the underwear. It was made of ultra-thin silk, with a delicate texture and negligible light weight.

"Why did you send me this?" She looked puzzled, and began to guess the man's conspiracy.

Is this provocation?
Can successfully pull her emotions and influence her thoughts.

Are you proud?

He Xuanchen smiled and said, "I found that you rarely buy clothes, so I bought a few for you. Do you like it?"

Yu Ziqing's expression was cold: "So?"

He Xuanchen was used to her reaction, whenever he did something, it would become abnormal in her eyes.

"Nothing else, just give you clothes."

Yu Ziqing threw the underwear into the box: "When you come back, take the things away."

He Xuanchen asked: "What's the matter? The size is just right, it should be very suitable."

Yu Ziqing snorted: "I can't control it."

She usually pays attention to how she dresses, but she is not so unrestrained.

There is no difference between wearing this kind of clothes and not wearing them.

Although it was worn inside, I still felt something was wrong.

He Xuanchen said: "This brand store's new product, the clerk said that women like this kind of product."

Yu Ziqing frowned: "Is the clerk who said this to you a man or a woman?"

He Xuanchen replied: "Men. But he said that many female customers choose this one."

Yu Ziqing kept smiling: "Promise me, don't go out to buy women's clothing by yourself in the future."

He Xuanchen didn't understand what she meant: "I think you look good in your clothes."

Yu Ziqing laughed and said, "Not every woman can accept this style."

He Xuanchen still didn't quite understand: "Don't you look good? You have a perfect figure and can be controlled."

Yu Ziqing frowned: "It's not a question of whether it looks good or not."

What other people wear has nothing to do with her.

But she would never wear it herself.

He Xuanchen looked a little disappointed: "I'm sorry, I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you not to like it."

Yu Ziqing said, "You don't need to spend so much time on me."

She took out the clothes to wear from the closet and closed the door.

He hung up the video without saying hello.

What is this man thinking?
Until she sat in the office of the studio, she still had those two pieces of ultra-thin silk fabrics in her mind.

Yes, in her eyes, clothes are not even counted, they can only be counted as fabrics, and they are leftovers.

I was really shocked.

While she was in a daze, there was a knock on the office door.

Yu Ziqing withdrew her thoughts: "Please come in."

Chang Baiyuan opened the door and walked in.

Yu Ziqing looked surprised, got up and asked, "Chairman Chang, aren't you in the hospital?"

She looked around and found that Chang Baiyuan's complexion was not very good, his complexion was blue, and his lips were slightly purple.

There must be something wrong with his body.

"Sit down, please," she said.

Early in the morning, dragging the sick body to find her, there must be something very important.

Chang Baiyuan sat on the chair, grinning with slightly purple lips.

"Mrs. He, I want to discuss a business with you."

Yu Ziqing frowned: "About business? You want me to be the middleman to help you contact the old Chinese doctor?"

Before she finished speaking, Chang Song hurried in.

"Dad! Come back to the hospital with me!"

Chang Song went to the doctor in the morning to talk about his father's condition, and after only a short while, when he returned to the ward, he found that his father had disappeared.

He immediately guessed that the old man had come to the studio.

Chang Baiyuan said: "Xiao Song, I have something to say to your sister, don't get involved."

Chang Song also didn't want to get involved in his father's affairs, but he couldn't do it now.

"Dad, how many times have I told you, don't bother my sister about our family's affairs."

Yu Ziqing sized up the father and son. If he didn't know Chang Song well, he would have thought they were singing a double reed.

She didn't rush to ask about the situation, and asked the father and son to discuss a result first.

Chang Baiyuan coughed twice, and his complexion and lips became darker again.

"Xiaosong, listen to Dad, you go out first. I'll talk to your sister later."

Chang Song disagreed, and pulled Chang Baiyuan's arm, trying to forcefully drag him away.

Chang Baiyuan kept coughing: "Cough cough...cough cough...cough..."

Chang Song was frightened, let go of his hand, and continued to persuade: "Dad, come back to the hospital with me, you still have to be treated."

Chang Baiyuan couldn't stop coughing, but he couldn't control it too much. He waved to his son and insisted on letting him go out.

Yu Ziqing looked at Chang Baiyuan calmly and examined him.

"puff--"

Chang Baiyuan vomited a mouthful of blood.