I became the sweetheart of the mortal enemy

Chapter 137 Happy New Year.

Yo, this looks like a bad mood.Or, did he provoke her again?

Fu Jingxing thought for a while, walked up to Jiang Qiao, and asked a little fawningly, "What are you doing? Do you need my help?"

Afraid that he would see the content of the document, and even more afraid that the novel he wrote based on the two of them would be discovered by him, Jiang Qiao was so nervous that her heart would jump out of her throat, but she still closed the notebook with a calm expression on her face. .

"No, I'll do it myself."

After finishing speaking, she frowned and looked at Fu Jingxing again, and said displeasedly: "It smells like wine, it stinks to death!"

Fu Jingxing smiled, "Then I'll take a shower."

Jiang Qiao replied arrogantly: "Yes."

Fu Jingxing got up and was about to take off his clothes, but before entering the bathroom, he turned around and said to Jiang Qiao, "Don't sleep, wait for me."

Jiang Qiao: "..."

Why are you waiting for him?She didn't stay up to wait for him, but to update the codeword.

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After sorting out his thoughts, Jiang Qiao wrote a thousand words, mainly about the female pig's foot Jiang Qiao suspected that the male pig's foot Jing Xing had a dog outside, and then in order to get revenge on the male pig's foot, he agreed to Xiao Xianrou's invitation to go out for dinner.

After sorting out the plot and feeling that there was no problem, Jiang Qiao released it.

Fu Jingxing's mobile phone outside suddenly sounded a notification, Jiang Qiao glanced at it, and finally decided to ignore it.

What if it's about work, she's not the kind of person who checks the phone of someone.

Withdrawing her eyes and thoughts, when she was about to write the next chapter, Jiang Qiao's gaze shifted to the laundry basket at the door of the bathroom.

After thinking twice, she quietly climbed off the bed, ran over to pick up his shirt like a thief, carefully checked for lipstick marks, and sniffed for perfume.

Upon inspection, there was neither lipstick marks nor perfume smell.

Okay, today I can't catch the handle.

Jiang Qiao was about to put down his shirt when Fu Jingxing opened the door from the bathroom.

One of them was in the bathroom, the other was outside the bathroom, staring at each other, speechless.

After a while, Fu Jingxing asked first, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Qiao came back to his senses, and said falteringly, "I... I'll see how many clothes need to be washed, and I want to do it myself."

"Wash it yourself?" Fu Jingxing frowned, "Your hands are still not healed, if there is something for the servant to do, don't force yourself."

"..." Jiang Qiao glared at him, threw the shirt into the basket, and folded back on the bed to lie down.

After drying his hair, Fu Jingxing walked to the bedside, picked up the phone and unlocked it, and then began to check for any news just now.

Not knowing what he saw, he actually stared at the screen for 5 minutes.

During these 5 minutes, his expression was very complicated, which is enough to see that his mood at this time must also be very complicated.

After a while, he put down his phone and stared straight at Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao didn't notice it at first, but later his gaze was so hard to ignore that she slowly raised her head and asked with a puzzled face, "Why are you staring at me?"

Fu Jingxing didn't speak, but after a while, he got up suddenly to pick up the coat he was wearing today, took out a delicate rectangular box from the coat pocket, walked to Jiang Qiao, and handed the box to Jiang Qiao .

"Happy New Year."

Jiang Qiao was stunned for a while, then looked at the clock again, only to realize that it was already past zero, and the new year came as promised.

(End of this chapter)