I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

On the pink leather sofa, in the huge room, the girl was curled up in a small ball, her head was leaning against the cushion, her eyebrows were still tightly frowned.

The light was very dim, and the street lamps outside had already been turned on one by one.

Bian Jichen's long legs passed through various obstacles on the ground.

He finally found the button to turn on the light.

With a snap, the light was turned on, and he adjusted it to warm light.

Others walked up to her.

Holding the honey water, he just looked down at her condescendingly.

His eyes were unclear, he sat on the edge of the sofa first, and soon found the remote control of the air conditioner on the transparent coffee table, he reached out to pick it up, and turned on the air conditioner.

It's 24 degrees open.

He turned around, looked at her, and called her.

Make no sense.

Finally, he patted her face with his cold hands, "Ginger Chacha, wake up."

She groaned, woke up, opened her eyes, and looked at him in a daze.

He handed the cup to her face blankly, "Drink it yourself."

Seeing Jiang Chacha's serious expression but unable to translate his words.

Bian Jichen: ...

He grabbed Jiang Chacha, let her sit on the sofa, and then he personally handed the glass to her mouth, fed her, and watched her drink it with his own eyes.

It is difficult for him to have such great patience, not even when he is in front of children.

The woman in front of her smelled the sweetness, so she obediently let him feed her, and drank the honey water bit by bit.

She lowered her eyes, at this moment she was as clean as if she had no scheming at all.

He was in a daze.

If only she was as innocent as she was when she was drunk.

Then he shouldn't hate her either.

Maybe he likes her, maybe treats her like a younger sister.

When she was quiet, she was very pleasant, like a sister next door.Her fragile appearance after being drunk has taken away the usually arrogant minions, and just looking at people with wet eyes will make people feel a little pity for her.

However, Bian Jichen never imagined that her home would be in such a mess.

I didn't turn on the light just now, but it looked fine.

Now when the light is on, the environment in the room is exposed at once.

It's not as messy as the room rented by the homeless. In fact, everything is clean and there is no dust on the floor.It's just that the order of placement is too messy, too many and miscellaneous, so when you look at it like this, you feel very messy and chaotic.

Bian Jichen didn't even know how many days it had not been cleaned up.

Seeing her still drinking the honey water obediently, Bian Jichen raised his hands a little sour, his expression didn't change, but he asked calmly, "Ginger Chacha."

This time she recognized that he was calling her name.

She looked at him.

"Where's your nanny?"

The vice president in my impression is the most delicate woman he has ever seen in his life.Meals should be refined and picky. I heard that there are more than a dozen chefs of different cuisines waiting at home, and they take turns cooking for her according to her mood.

Every time a new luxury brand is launched, it is delivered to her home in carts and boxes.

He once thought to himself, if it weren't for the strong family background, how many men could support her?
"Nanny?" She rested her chin on her hand and thought about this question seriously. When he felt hopeful, she shook her head again, "I don't know."

"..."

She is so squeamish, Bian Jichen really doesn't know how she survived without a nanny?

Really won't starve to death?

Is she a cultivator?Live on air and dew every day?
After waiting patiently for her to finish drinking, she retreated to the sofa again, as if she was stuck here.

Bian Jichen put down his glass, looked at the environment here with a frown, such a chaotic environment, taking a second glance seemed to stimulate his nerves and challenge his bottom line.

Unable to hold back, he bent down and tidied up with a dark face.

But this is a large flat, and he was already very tired just by tidying up the living room.

I looked at my phone, it was almost eight o'clock.

He didn't understand why he wasted his time on her.

Before leaving, seeing her huddled there alone, he found a thin blanket in the living room.

Gently covering her with the blanket, Bian Jichen bent over and looked at her indifferently.

Without the rustling sound of him tidying up things, the living room regained its disturbing tranquility.

I thought, drinking a cocktail, she might wake up soon.

But no, her face was still tinged with an ambiguous pink color, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

Although her consciousness was very vague, she also seemed to realize that he was leaving now. She stretched out a white and soft little hand from the sofa, and when she tightly grasped his pants, she also felt that she didn't exert much effort. As if it could be easily brushed away.

She moved her head and turned over, her eyes filled with wet mist just stared at him through the mist.

It's so quiet, there's no sound at all here.

The only thing was the sound of his own heartbeat that was about to jump into his throat. It was very loud and deafening, so loud that he was afraid that others would hear it.

Like lack of oxygen and blood supply to the brain, he doesn't even know what thinking is.

Temporary distraction, doing things without brain.

All he remembered was that he put his hands on the sofa, bent down, kissed her hastily, and then he fled hastily.

He tried his best to think about the cool touch under his fingers on the sofa, not her lips, her body fragrance, and her unsuspecting drunken and red eyes.

After getting in the car, Uncle Chen in front was talking while driving.

The night is getting darker.

What was said, the content of the speech, he seemed to have heard it, but he didn't seem to hear it, he couldn't even remember what he said perfunctorily.

This despicable kiss must not be let her know.

Looking at the thick night outside the car window for a long time, people's emotions seem to be slowly smoothed, without edges and corners, and become submissive, as if they can be forgotten in a certain corner of the heart.

Bian Jichen's eyes were just like the night, dull, dark, and bottomless, all mixed together.

Can't tell why he was so nice to her tonight.

He took a chance.

She was drunk, so naturally she couldn't remember what he did tonight.

Then, as long as he doesn't mention it or admit it, the one who carries her home, feeds her honey water, and cleans the living room for her doesn't have to be him.

And that kiss didn't exist.

on a summer night.