100 Days of Secret Love: Mr. President, please enlighten me

When Zhao Xiaoqiao stepped on the gas pedal all the way home, it was still early.

Normally, at this time of day, He Ziyue would read newspapers and news in the living room. His life pattern was unchanging, and it seemed extremely monotonous.

Zhao Xiaoqiao rushed home at this point.

In my heart, I kept remembering that he hung up his phone nervously last night.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, she was still angry.

Although she suddenly came back to look for him today to inquire about the situation of Mu Shangxun and Ji Yunshen, but with the little vengeance last night, she felt that she still couldn't suppress her pride and compromise with him.

With her straight back and high heels, she walked in proudly.

Swear to be the first to win!

However, when she proudly walked to the living room, she only saw the servant cleaning the room, but did not see He Ziyue.

Look at the time, at this time, he should be here.

Looking around for a week, he still couldn't find his figure, so he couldn't help muttering, "Huh? Where is he?"

Seeing him come back, the servant hurried up and said with a smile, "Madam, you are back."

"What about sir?"

"Mister just left the house."

"Where did he go? Did he say when he'd be back?" He Ziyue's legs and feet were inconvenient, which was probably the reason why he seldom went out, so Zhao Xiaoqiao couldn't help asking one more question about his going out.

The servant shook his head: "Mister didn't say anything."

"OK then……"

Zhao Xiaoqiao casually threw the satchel on the sofa, scrolled through a few Weibo in a bored way, watching the time tick by, He Ziyue still didn't come back.

The mood of waiting is getting more and more boring.

I really miss the days in the United States, drinking, having fun, bars, happy.

Turn on the TV, play a song, and soon dance to the music.

When He Ziyue came back, he heard explosive music coming from the living room. It was very loud and noisy, giving him the feeling of being in a bar.

He frowned in displeasure, and was about to scold the servant to turn off the music, when he saw a beautiful red figure twisting his waist in the living room, swaying his body seductively.

She has come back.

Her figure was slender and graceful, the anger on He Ziyue's face only stayed for a moment, and then disappeared.

For a moment, she actually forgot to ask Zhao Xiaoqiao to turn off the music, sat in the wheelchair, her eyes fell on her exquisite body, and she didn't look away for a long time.

Sensing a gaze, Zhao Xiaoqiao came back to her senses, and met He Ziyue's deep eyes at a glance.

She stopped and looked over, "You are finally back!"

The dancing time was too long, and she was in a good mood. She forgot that the two of them were still embarrassed, and hurried up and asked, "Aren't you usually at home in the morning? Where did you go today? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

She just stopped dancing, panting slightly, the aura on her body is not as stubborn and powerful as before, her reddish face is full of coquettishness, and her eyes are covered with mist.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his whole body exuded a charming fragrance.

Leprechaun.

This is a word that flashed across He Ziyue's mind instantly.

"Hey, let me ask you something!"

Her tone was coquettish, with a bit of self-willedness.

One sentence interrupted He Ziyue's gaze, he realized his gaffe, his eyes moved away from her delicate face, but accidentally bumped into her chest.

For a moment, his vision froze.

Zhao Xiaoqiao wore a red V-neck body-fitting dress today. She had just finished dancing, and the dress was a little messy. The neckline slid down one shoulder, revealing her round shoulders, and even a large piece of skin on her chest. The look of wanting to greet and reject is simply extremely sexy.

His eyes seemed to have been electrocuted.

I asked him twice in a row, but he didn't answer, his cold face was like a proud fighting chicken.

A surge of anger rushed into Zhao Xiaoqiao's heart.

Then, belatedly, I remembered something...

Yesterday, he forcibly hung up the phone and was angry with himself. Just now, in a moment of desperation, he made a mistake and took the initiative once. Why didn't he hurry up and take advantage of this step to come down?

"I said, aren't you cold standing on the altar?"

She muttered dissatisfied.

In my heart, I suddenly had an evil thought: Pull He Ziyue, a cold-faced guy, from the altar!

This crazy idea made her smile.

He was like a proud little lion just now, and suddenly he was full of smiles. He Ziyue was so smart that he could tell what bad idea was in her mind at a glance. After giving her a cool look, he returned to his usual cold look , while controlling the wheelchair to slide forward, said: "Didn't you say that you are usually at school and only come back on weekends?"

The arrogant tone directly poked Zhao Xiaoqiao's heart: "What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Of course you have something to do."

Zhao Xiaoqiao told herself that if she wanted to spy on information now, she had to be steady, steady, and not to be distracted by his few words, so she took a rare step forward, grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair, and pushed him to the center of the living room .

"What's the matter?"

he asked.

Yesterday and today, she behaved differently than usual. Could it be that she wanted to inquire about Mu Shangxun again?

Could it be that she noticed something?

Regarding the secret of the supernatural being, He Ziyue raised his vigilance by 120 points in his heart, but on the surface he was indifferent, and even deliberately changed the topic: "Turn off the music, it's too noisy."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiaoqiao readily agreed, and did not argue with him. She turned off the music happily, and came over to sit beside him.

She winked at him charmingly: "I..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, he was interrupted by him: "I'm hungry, let's cook."

"..."

Zhao Xiaoqiao held her breath in her throat, coughed loudly, and looked at him sadly: "Isn't there an aunt?" Didn't you say that you regard her as a contract wife, not a servant who does laundry and cooking?

"I want to eat what you made."

His answer was quite natural.

Zhao Xiaoqiao endured the thought of beating him up, her smile became brighter and brighter, but her eyes became more and more dangerous: "I can cook for you, but you have to answer my question first."

"Answer after eating."

"You answer first!"

"You go to cook first."

"No, I have doubts about your character. For a person who didn't even attend his own wedding, I have zero trust in you. I cooked dinner, but you didn't answer my questions? Wouldn't I Was tricked by you once?"

"..."

He Zi gave her a cold look: "Since the trust between us is so low, then forget it."

So, he directly ordered the servant to cook.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He made it clear that he could not eat her cooking, so he would not answer her questions.

Zhao Xiaoqiao finally gave in.

He slandered unhappily: He Ziyue, when I know the truth, see if I don't push you to the ground and beat you to death.