Young Master Li's Flash Marriage Wife

"What are you laughing at!"

Xinran was very depressed, and now her scalp was numb when she saw this man's smile.

Zhao Zhihuan shook his head slightly and put the beer in front of Xinran.

He said slowly in a tone that was not worth mentioning.

"Usually they invite me, but I haven't been there."

"Never been?"

Xinran was about to take a sip but stopped immediately.

His scrutinizing gaze swept across Zhao Zhihuan, automatically ignoring the first half.

"Yes, is it weird?"

Zhao Zhihuan picked up a fried skewer and was now quite comfortable eating junk food.

"……is a bit."

Xinran hugged the beer can, her mind a little confused for a moment.

This man has obviously had so many girlfriends, but he has never been to the woman's residence even once?

It sounds like it was made up.

She didn't know what she was thinking, so she said something casually.

"You're not saying that we have to defuse everything before the game. It can't be in an activity room or something like that."

"how do you know?"

As a result, Zhao Zhihuan gave her a subtle look.

The corners of Xinran's eyes twitched, and she suddenly didn't want to know more details.

"Okay, stop it, don't affect my appetite."

Zhao Zhihuan's eyes sparkled, he paused and said abruptly.

"You're the first girl I brought home."

After his words fell, the living room was silent for two seconds.

Xinran almost choked on a mouthful of fried chicken and hurriedly beat her chest.

I drank more than half a can of beer and finally got through it.

She was a little confused, wiped her mouth and said blankly.

"When did I go to your house?"

In my impression, wasn't it that they went to his friend's house on Christmas Eve?

She actually wanted to get drunk and do that kind of thing in someone else's house. Now she wanted to burrow into the ground.

"You think I could do that in someone else's house?"

Zhao Zhihuan looked at Xinran mysteriously, with an intriguing smile on his lips.

"Can I make breakfast for you the next morning?"

"No, what else?"

Xinran just drank a few sips of wine, and her brain was a little exhausted.

Or maybe she didn't want to guess the answer that would make her even more confused.

Zhao Zhihuan seemed to be waiting here, half-smiling but not smiling.

"That's my home."

"To be precise, it's the house where my parents and brother live."

"Crash..."

Xinran didn't take a sip of the wine, and it all spilled out of her mouth.

Zhao Zhihuan was startled, but he didn't expect her to react so strongly, so he quickly handed her a tissue.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

When she came back to her senses, Xinran was about to explode.

Good guy, the first time she went to the other party's parents' house was in the living room...

Xinran didn't dare to think about it any more, and Xinran was too embarrassed to see anyone.

Covering his face with his hands, he didn't know who to blame.

"Such, such an impolite thing... you really piss me off!"

She grabbed a bottle of wine and threw it at Zhao Zhihuan.

Zhao Zhihuan took it easily and didn't take it seriously.

"What's the matter? No one was there that day."

"That can't be like that!"

Xinran's face turned red and she thought it would be better to stay away from this person forever.

In this case, her dark history can be turned a blind eye.

But Zhao Zhihuan had the completely opposite idea and pushed the side dishes in front of Xinran.

Looking at her, he said something quite serious.

"I didn't know you minded that much, but it's my home too."

He picked up a relatively large skewer and cut it into bite-sized pieces with the scissors provided.

Pushed to Xinran again and continued.

"I told you before, I became independent very early."

"In fact, I rarely go back, but I will take you back this time when I become an adult."

"It's the most worthwhile."

Saying these words in a calm tone, the warmth in Zhao Zhihuan's eyes melted away at some point.

Xinran looked at him blankly, then suddenly turned away.

But he couldn't help but glance back, a little embarrassed.

"...What are you talking about?"

My heart was racing at the moment, and I couldn't tell whether it was the effect of alcohol or something else.

She doesn't care, just live like this!

The next morning, Xinran woke up in the bedroom.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the door was ajar.

She walked out in a daze and saw that the living room had been tidied up.

There is a thermos box on the table.

Underneath the thermal box, there is a note.

"I'll go back first and make some hangover soup. Remember to have breakfast."

After a quick warning, Xinran immediately opened the thermos box.

The soup inside is still steaming, and her favorite sandwich is for breakfast.

"Quite good at it."

Xinran couldn't help but smile and sat back on the table.

I held the note and secretly rejoiced for a while.

At this time, Zhao Zhihuan returned to the house where he lived alone.

"Beep!"

After the combination lock was opened, a pair of red high heels appeared in the entrance hall.

Zhao Zhihuan frowned, threw the key on the entry cabinet, and strode in.

As soon as he reached the edge of the living room, he saw a tall figure from behind.

Facing the sun, her waist-length black hair moves with the wind.

The slightly exaggerated design of the big white earrings complements the white holiday hat.

Wearing a smart yet elegant white suit skirt, several agate rings on her fingers sparkled.

Upon hearing the action, the other party turned around first.

The moment he saw Zhao Zhihuan, he walked straight towards him.

He stretched out his arms and gave him a big hug naturally.

"You're back."

"……How did you come?"

Zhao Zhihuan did not move, but a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

The woman winked, held his face and spoke affectionately.

"Of course I miss you."

"My dad went on a temporary business trip, right?"

Zhao Zhihuan remained calm and pointed out the key points directly.

"Tsk, what a disappointment."

Mother Zhao's face changed every minute, and she left her son to find a sofa to lie down on her own.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhihuan took two steps inside, but his tone was not good.

In his house, only his younger brother occasionally brings things for his parents.

"You still ask me?"

Mother Zhao held her face up in a charming manner, staring at the big boy with a pair of see-through eyes.

"It's fine if you don't go back home over there, but now you won't even go back here?"

"If I remember correctly, you never sleep outside, right?"

Mentioning this, Mother Zhao smiled ambiguously.

Zhao Zhihuan turned his face away and said without even frowning.

"It's none of your business. I sleep out occasionally."

"is it?"

Mother Zhao sat up lazily, her slender legs crossed elegantly.

Putting your hands gently on your knees, you said quietly.

"I asked Xiaoyao."

"..."

With these five simple words, Zhao Zhihuan's expression changed slightly.

Cheng Yao was the child who always gave him advice and was very familiar with the elders of the Zhao family.

"what."

Mother Zhao caught the change in her son's expression and suddenly became happy.

"Son, we are in love."

"Did he say that?"

Zhao Zhihuan frowned and was already thinking about how to make his hair grow smaller.

Mother Zhao smiled happily, half-covered her mouth and said.

"Is it true? Xiaoyao just said that you were not at his place last night."

"Does it look serious this time?"

Mother Zhao looked a little pleased. As she spoke, she suddenly stood up.

"What are your plans this time?"

"I have my measure."