After rebirth, the paranoid boss dotes on her

the next day.

The morning light outside the window quietly poured into the room.

Wen Yu slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

Looking at this strange and novel arrangement, her mind suddenly went blank.

Wen Yu subconsciously lifted the quilt and looked inside. Seeing that her clothes were still there, she recalled that Qi Xiaoyi took her home last night, and she was completely relieved.

She sat up slowly and rubbed her swollen temples with her hands.

After a long while, she finally threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

Wen Yu put on her cotton slippers, opened the door and walked out of the room.

In the living room.

Qi Xiaoyi was wearing a dark green zebra-patterned ice silk long silk pajamas. He stood upright in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, talking to someone on the phone.

It is serious, yet also a bit evil and unruly.

Wen Yu didn't hear what they were talking about. She only saw Qi Xiaoyi hum a few times and then hang up the phone.

Qi Xiaoyi turned around and his eyes fell leisurely on Wen Yu who was standing quietly in the distance.

Because she cried last night, her beautiful eyes were still a little red and swollen, but it did not affect her appearance. Instead, it added a bit of lovable and fragile beauty.

"Awake?" Qi Xiaoyi's gentle voice sounded, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Yu shook her head and asked softly, "Why did you carry me to your room last night?"

Qi Xiaoyi's lips curled slightly, and he replied calmly: "What else? Let you sleep on the sofa? I'm not that heartless."

Wen Yu pursed her lips slightly, and then asked: "Your house is so big, don't you have a guest room?"

Qi Xiaoyi chuckled, and then replied to her seriously: "No, I can't sleep even if I have it."

Wen Yu was even more confused, "Why?"

"Because there is no bed in the guest room."

"..."

Wen Yu was speechless for a moment.

After a moment of silence, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Where did you sleep last night?"

Qi Xiaoyi stared at her, and seeing that she was asking seriously, he suddenly wanted to tease her.

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, and he asked leisurely, "What do you think? Where do you think I should have slept last night?"

Wen Yu was stunned.

Looking at his malicious eyes, she felt a little panicked and immediately raised her hands to protect her chest.

"You...you wouldn't have..."

Wen Yu's eyes were both shy and a little wary.

In the end, Qi Xiaoyi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in drunkards."

Hearing him say this, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Xiaoyi put his phone aside and walked towards Wen Yu leisurely. When he passed the edge of the sofa, he picked up a large paper bag.

He walked up to Wen Yu and stuffed the paper bag in his hand into her arms.

"Go take a shower, change your clothes, and come out for breakfast later."

Wen Yu lowered her eyes and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the slight scratch on the back of Qi Xiaoyi's right hand.

She frowned slightly, and a trace of concern quietly appeared in her eyes: "Your hand...what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Qi Xiaoyi lowered his head and looked at his right hand, then replied calmly: "It's nothing, I just accidentally got it last night."

"Oh..." Wen Yu moaned softly.

But thinking about how drunk she was last night, she asked with some uncertainty: "This...could it be me who did it?"

Qi Xiaoyi saw her apologetic and uneasy look, and instantly wanted to tease her again.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, deliberately lengthened his tone, and said jokingly: "Yeah, so what are you going to do?"

"What should we do?" Wen Yu was stunned.

Qi Xiaoyi leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them.

"How about you give me some compensation?"

His sudden approach made Wen Yu's breathing disordered.

She swallowed and asked in panic, "What...what compensation?"

"How about I pledge myself to you?"

Qi Xiaoyi's deep and lazy voice, with a hint of temptation, slowly unfolded in Wen Yu's ears.

"!!!"

Wen Yu's breathing stagnated, and the blush on her cheeks became even more intense.

She steadied her heartbeat and pushed Qi Xiaoyi away.

"You just broke a little skin, and you want me to marry you? You're dreaming!"

After saying that, Wen Yu turned around and was about to leave.

Qi Xiaoyi grabbed her wrist, with a hint of jealousy in his words: "What? Are you still thinking about that scumbag Yang Chuhuai?"

Hearing this, Wen Yu glanced at him sideways and gently broke free from his restraints.

"Can you please not bring up something that is not relevant to the topic?"

Seeing that Wen Yu was still determined, Qi Xiaoyi let go of his hand.

Looking at her figure walking away, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Wen Yu, we still have a lot of time.

Even if you hate me now, it doesn’t matter. I will wait until the day you like me.

Wen Yu took the bag Qi Xiaoyi gave her and stepped into the room filled with his scent again.

She went into the bathroom with a change of clothes and washed off the smell of alcohol from her body.

After taking a shower, Wen Yu changed into clean clothes.

Suddenly, she thought of a question.

How did Qi Xiaoyi know her bra size?

After this question arose, Wen Yu's little face turned slightly red.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the ripples in her heart, trying to calm the sudden shyness.

Then she opened the bedroom door and went out again.

Breakfast is already prepared on the table.

Qi Xiaoyi also changed his clothes, sat at the dining table and called out to her, "Come and have breakfast."

Wen Yu lowered her eyes shyly, not daring to look Qi Xiaoyi in the eye. She timidly walked to the dining table and sat down.

"After breakfast, I'll take you home?" Qi Xiaoyi said.

"What else?" Wen Yu lowered his head and drank his porridge while calmly replying, "You brought me to your home, so you have to send me back anyway."

Qi Xiaoyi said nothing, just looked at her and smiled.

After that, neither of them spoke.

But there is an inexplicable sense of warmth in the air.

After breakfast.

Qi Xiaoyi drove Wen Yu back to the Wen family’s door.

However, there was an uninvited guest at the Wen family's door.

Yang Chuhuai was waiting at the door of the Wen family at this moment.

Qi Xiaoyi looked through the windshield in front of him, his dark eyes fixed on Yang Chuhuai.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous light flashing in them.

Wen Yu obviously didn't expect that Yang Chuhuai would have the nerve to come to her.

When she woke up this morning and saw the message from Yang Chuhuai, she said nothing but replied with two words - break up.

After replying, she immediately blocked all contact information of Yang Chuhuai.

Presumably, he came to see her now only because he was afraid that the cooperation with Wanxing International would fail.

But...what's the matter with the wound on Yang Chuhuai's face?