Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

"Why are you here?"

Zhou Shen didn't pause at the door. After all, this was his home. He took off his coat on the sofa and asked Qiao Yi with some doubts, but his expression was still indifferent.

Qiao Yi didn't know why he was here. He didn't have any memory after falling asleep. When asked by Zhou Shen, he froze for a moment, his surprised expression disappeared instantly, and shook his head slightly: "I, I don't remembered."

Zhou Shen remembered that Secretary Chen called him again later.

Secretary Chen told him that Qiao Yi had fallen asleep in the car, and she was still talking in a low voice, looking very pitiful.

Zhou Shen raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Yi, who was standing at the top of the stairs, was holding the box that he was holding in his hands, and stood straight with her head down. She was thin and thin, and looked like she had been bullied.

And the person who bullied him seemed to be himself.

Zhou Shen's eyebrows twitched, and he blurted out: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

He didn't have any requirements for the place where he lived. There were no blankets on the floor of the house. Even if the weather hadn't completely turned cold, it would still be cold to step on it.

Just after finishing speaking, Qiao Yi took two steps back and leaned against the ladder, her toes curled up, as if she wanted to find a place to hide. After a few seconds, Zhou Shen heard him whisper: "I, that I don't want to wear slippers."

Although I have already had psychological construction, I told myself that this Zhou Shen is not necessarily the person in the dream, he doesn't know himself, but hearing Zhou Shen's cold tone, Qiao Yi's heart was still sore, and he just wanted to give the cake in his hand to him. hide.

Qiao Yi was standing at the stairs, not knowing whether to go up or what to do.

The original body didn't live here before, so his appearance here was indeed quite abrupt.

Qiao Yi lowered her head and stared at her feet. After a while, she heard footsteps. Zhou Shen probably left the living room. She didn't know what he meant. Qiao Yi hugged the cake box tightly and pursed her lips, and then I was afraid that the cake would be crushed, so I had to loosen it again.

Just when he was at a loss, the sound of footsteps came back again.

A few seconds later, a brand new pair of gray fur slippers were thrown to his feet.

Zhou Shen said lightly, "Put it on."

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment, before raising her head to see Zhou Shen's expression clearly, Zhou Shen turned and left.

"... Oh." Qiao Yi responded in a low voice.

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"The boss... I don't know where Master Qiao lives, and it's not easy to send him back to Qiao's house, so I can only send him to your place." Secretary Chen explained for fear of offending Zhou Shen. : "You had a meeting today, I haven't had time to tell, tell you."

Secretary Chen closed her eyes, waiting for her salary to be deducted.

I said earlier that he is not a life secretary, so how can he take care of his private affairs? At that time, seeing how pitiful Qiao Yi was, the doctor said that he had nothing to do but was too tired. He didn't want to stay in the hospital all the time, so he wanted to send him back.

Before sending it back, he called Zhou Shen to ask about it, and Zhou Shen even mentioned that it was Qiao Yi's birthday.

Doesn't that mean... how can a person be hospitalized alone on such a good day like a birthday?

But Secretary Chen dared not say it.

He didn't dare to show his anger now, thinking that this young master Qiao could really sleep, he had slept for a whole day, and he didn't know what he did to make the boss call him to teach him a lesson.

Young Master Qiao sat on the sofa holding a cup of hot water, took a sip, but couldn't help but sneak a glance at Zhou Shen.

Zhou Shen was holding the phone in one hand, with a notebook on his lap. His side profile was exactly the same as that of the man he had dreamed about countless times, but he lost his tenderness. Qiao Yi went to look at his right hand again, but unfortunately it was covered and could not be seen at all. Do you have that mole on the side of your index finger?

Not knowing what was said on the other end, Zhou Shen only replied "Got it" and hung up the phone.

Qiao Yi quickly lowered her head.

Qiao Yi found that Zhou Shen always had an expression no matter who he was talking to, business-like, indifferent and alienated, as if saying a few more words would make his saliva not automatically secrete, which was more serious than the characters in the novels he had seen. Qiao Yi's dull heart made Qiao Yi's originally hurt heart feel better.

Zhou Shen ended the call, and the living room became very quiet.

Qiao Yi didn't know what to say, he was not a person who would take the initiative to communicate with others, unless that person was someone he trusted very much.

But the person in front of him is no longer counted.

After taking two sips of water, Qiao Yi moved her butt back.

After sitting here for a long time, my ankle started to hurt again.

When Zhou Shen looked over, the hem of Qiao Yi's shirt just brushed against her fair thigh.

Although Qiao Yi is thin, her thighs are still fleshy, and they are as white as they have been without light all year round, but the place where the side is pressed is a little red.

Zhou Shen typed twice on the keyboard, and saw Qiao Yi reach out and pull the hem of the shirt, covering the thighs.

Zhou Shen froze for a moment, and turned his gaze back to the computer.

It's all men and nothing else.

Without changing his face, Zhou Shen deleted the word "white" that appeared out of nowhere after a series of English words on the computer.

"The meal is ready, sir, Master Qiao." The aunt who was called back in the middle of the night broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Qiao Yi obediently said hello.

When he was wearing slippers just now, he was so hungry that his stomach hurt. He couldn't hold back the pain and covered his stomach. Then he realized that he hadn't eaten for a long time. He wanted to endure it. eat some.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Shen called his aunt directly to cook.

Qiao Yi thought that Zhou Shen was going to eat supper, but after waiting for a while, Zhou Shen had no intention of getting up at all. She couldn't help but look at Zhou Shen several times, and was too embarrassed to take the initiative to call him. The aunt on the side reminded: "Sir, don't eat supper. Yes, Master Qiao, just go and eat."

My aunt usually comes to clean up the house when Zhou Shen is not at home. If Zhou Shen comes back, she will prepare meals for him, but Zhou Shen really does not have the habit of eating supper, and Zhou Shen does not like other people at home, so the aunt basically Never stayed here in the middle of the night.

Auntie wasn't there when Secretary Chen sent someone back yesterday, so she didn't know that there was an extra person in the family.

Thinking of this, Auntie couldn't help but look at Qiao Yi twice.

This is not the first time she has seen Qiao Yi. When Zhou Shen and Qiao Yi first got married, Qiao Yi ordered someone to change a room as soon as they arrived here, and changed it into a mess. Qiao Yi even wore a suit that day. The leather jacket, if not for his good face, would be a disaster.

Auntie didn't know that Zhou Shen and Qiao Yi were forced to marry, and she didn't know that they were in name only. Although she didn't watch Zhou Shen grow up, she also knew that Zhou Shen was a strict person, so she couldn't figure out why Zhou Shen fell in love with Qiao Yi Such a person even indulged him in changing the room.

Auntie was very worried at that time. After all, this was one of her bosses. She thought that her future job would not be easy, but she never thought that Qiao Yi would never come back to live in the room before the renovation was completed.

While heaving a sigh of relief, he felt worthless for Zhou Shen.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Yi came back today.

But after taking a few glances at Qiao Yi, she felt that he was different from before.

I don't wear messy clothes, the shirt on my body... seems to belong to my husband, and the slippers belong to my husband. I sit there obediently and accompany my husband to work without talking or making noise, which is quite lovable.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Qiao Yi was a little surprised. Did Zhou Shen ask his aunt to come back and cook for him?

Zhou Shen replied to him: "Don't eat."

He really didn't have the habit of eating late at night, and asking his aunt to come back to cook was purely because Qiao Yi's face turned pale from clutching her stomach pain just now, and she was afraid that he would let her carry him to the hospital as before.

Zhou Shen raised his eyes, glanced at Qiao Yi's waist covered by a large shirt, remembered something, couldn't help frowning, and heard Qiao Yi's voice.

The boy pursed his lips and didn't look at him again. He stood up and stood there for a while as if hesitating. Zhou Shen's words of rejection came to his lips again. Qiao Yi picked up the cake box on the coffee table and hugged it tightly. In Li, he pursed his lips and looked a little aggrieved, his eyes widened slightly, and his expression was like that of a cat protecting food.

The food-protecting cat stood there, its red-marked thighs exposed to the air, and the aunt beside him was staring at him with a loving smile on his face.

It looks cold.

Zhou Shen tapped on the keyboard, casually picked up the blanket beside him and handed it over: "The restaurant is cold, it's covered."

Qiao Yi blinked: "...Thank you."

Thank you for the cake, and thank you for the dinner, and thank you for the blanket.

He watched Zhou Shen frowned, and his voice was softer than before.

Zhou Shen watched as he took the blanket from his hand, rolled it up again and hugged it into his arms, rubbed the lower half of his face against the furry blanket, his eyes were bright.

Qiao Yi didn't stay any longer: "Then I'm going to eat."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the slippers that were a few sizes too big and walked away, and his back looked a little bit excited.

As soon as Qiao Yi and her aunt left, the living room fell silent.

Zhou Shen rubbed his eyebrows, and was about to call the driver at home to ask him to pick up Qiao Yi and leave, but suddenly remembered Qiao Yi's aggrieved expression when he said he would not eat, and frowned.

Based on his understanding of Qiao Yi, Qiao Yi's behavior is really abnormal, but he still doesn't know what Qiao Yi's purpose is.

Zhou Shen's heart suddenly calmed down, he flipped through the address book, and just as he found the driver's number, a call came in.

"I heard that Xiaoyi is with you?" The call was from Zhou Shen's grandfather.

Most likely Secretary Chen told him.

Zhou Shen rubbed his eyebrows.

Grandpa also knew that he and Qiao Yi didn't get together very much after they got married, but grandpa still insisted on letting them be together, the old man was stubborn.

Zhou Shen didn't refute him, and his grandfather smiled: "Oh, I'm enlightened, did you give someone a birthday present?"

Zhou Shen didn't speak.

Grandpa didn't care, anyway, he was used to his grandson's temperament of not being able to pronounce ten words in 800 years, and asked again: "That's right, did Xiaoyi tell you about his father's project?"

Zhou Shen stopped typing on the keyboard for a moment.

In the restaurant, Qiao Yi wrapped herself in a blanket and chewed while holding her mobile phone.

Not long after he entered the restaurant, a strange caller called him, Qiao Yi was a little puzzled but still answered.

As soon as the connection was made, a male voice full of air asked him rather fiercely: "Where are you?"

Qiao Yi murmured twice.

The other side yelled at him impatiently: "Speak."

Qiao Yi suddenly remembered who this person was, and finally swallowed the thing. He grabbed the fur on the blanket and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Father Qiao was taken aback by the elder son's tone of voice. He glanced at the phone number to confirm that he had called the wrong person, and then continued, "Have you looked for the thing that asked you to find Zhou Shen? It's been a few days, you know?" I don’t know how much the company needs to win that project?”

After being mentioned by Qiao's father, Qiao Yi remembered.

A week ago, Qiao's father suddenly found Yuanshen and asked him to help blow the pillow. Qiao wanted to win a project from Zhou Shen's side.

Qiao's father usually would not look for Qiao Yi when he had nothing to do, so he just pretended that he didn't have this son. He let Qiao Yi and Zhou Shen get married in the first place in the name of Qiao Yi's good.

Qiao Yi stuffed something into her mouth again, chewed in small bites, and replied politely: "I'm sorry."

Father Joe: "?"

As she said that, Qiao Yi said aggrievedly: "Zhou Shen is very busy, I can't see him."

Father Joe: "?"

If Mr. Zhou hadn't heard that Qiao Yi was ill and returned to Zhou's house, would he be able to make this call?

When Zhou Shen came over, he saw Qiao Yi sitting there, occasionally standing on tiptoe, occasionally shaking her calf, with one hand pulling back and forth on the blanket covering her knees, tilting her head, and she didn't know who she was calling. .

Zhou Shen remembered what his grandfather said, and was about to go in and tell him that the car was ready, when Qiao Yi said politely and sincerely: "I'm at a friend's house now, that's my red-haired friend who likes to wear leather clothes, do you remember Is it? He had a party and invited a lot of people, and I'm going to dance with him later, you're bothering me."

Zhou Shen: "?"

The author has something to say:

Zhou Shen with red hair and leather jacket: Come on, dance