Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

After Shen Xiang went upstairs, he quickly searched for the things on the bedside table, but he didn't see the memory stick Aunt Sun mentioned.He even bent down and searched the head of the bed and the floor once.Still nothing.

Shen Xiangzhi's brows could not help but tighten.If there are none here, and Aunt Sun really put the things here, then there is another possibility that Song Qingtian put them in her bag when she was packing up.Sooner or later she will see...

Shen Xiangzhi sighed helplessly, maybe it was God's will.

After a while, Song Qingtian came upstairs.

Seeing her coming up alone, Shen Xiangzhi couldn't help asking, "Where's Xiaoxi?"

"Aunt Sun took care of me." She walked into the room and asked, "Shen Xiangzhi, what do you want to say to me?"

Shen Xiangzhi turned his head to the side, looked at her for a while, then suddenly stood up from the bed, walked to the French window, outside the window, the breeze was blowing the leaves, making rustling sounds.

He stood there for a long time, so long that when Song Qingtian thought he would stand like this forever, he finally opened his mouth slowly, "Song Qingtian, about the reason why I broke up with you more than 500 days ago, what do you think?" do you know?"

Song Qingtian looked at him in surprise, her eyes widened involuntarily.

Why did you break up with her?Isn't it because he still likes pottery art, so he can only abandon her if he chooses one of the two?Are there other reasons?

My heart was pounding suddenly, and I stood there stiffly, without answering or moving a step.

Of course, Shen Xiangzhi didn't intend to ask her to answer.He decided to tell him the story, he should tell the story, and she just listened to it.

"Song Qingtian, open your bag and see if there is a memory stick inside." He turned his head, and the dim street light outside the window shone on his side face, reflecting his tough side face extremely softly and softly Even a little fragile.It is no longer like the usual pair of cold faces that keep people away thousands of miles away.

Seeing Shen Xiangzhi like this, Song Qingtian suddenly wanted to go over and hug him, just for a moment, without saying or listening to anything, just hug him, he looked a little pitiful.The dim street lamps illuminated him, making his figure even more lonely.

But she didn't go there after all. She obeyed his words, opened the bag, rummaged inside for a while, and found a memory stick.

She froze for a moment, and took the thing in her hand, "What is this?"

"Here is the answer you want to know. But, Song Qingtian, I don't want you to read it, not for the rest of your life."

Song Qingtian was a little dazed.This is the answer she wants?What is the answer she wants?However, he didn't want her to see...

"Why is this thing in my bag?"

"The pottery was delivered by someone. Aunt Sun put it on the bedside table. When you were packing up, you put it in your bag together."

"Pottery?"

"That's right, Tao Yi." Shen Xiangzhi finally walked over from the window, he stretched out his hand, stared into Song Qingtian's eyes, with a bit of pleading in his eyes: "Song Qingtian, can you not look at it?"

Song Qingtian raised her eyes, met Shen Xiangzhi's gaze, and there was even a touch of fear in her pleading.He was terrified, afraid that she would see what was in it.

Song Qingtian couldn't bear to see Shen Xiangzhi like this.He is obviously a high and proud person like a god, but in front of her, he looks so helpless and pitiful.

She put the memory stick in Shen Xiangzhi's palm, looked at him, and couldn't help asking: "Shen Xiangzhi, didn't you break up with me because you didn't like me?"