The quilt routine of the almighty queen

Chapter 2 Sing to Me
The crisp knock on the door rang five or six times in a row, but there was no movement at all in the room.

"Is anyone there?" After Xiao Ziyun shouted, there was still no movement in the house.

Xiao Ziyun already had the intention of retreating in her heart, but she also thought of Fang Zheming's instruction not long ago.

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the door and walked in.

The bedroom did not turn on too bright headlights, but turned on a bedside lamp that was not very bright. The dense light added a bit of warmth to this astonishingly large bedroom, but it also added a bit of ambiguity .

Xiao Ziyun's gaze swept over the most obvious bed in the house, and when she found that there was no one on the bed, she unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to the sofa not far away.

The man lying sideways on the sofa looked to be in his early twenties, with three-dimensional and handsome features, but unusually thin and haggard.

In particular, the unhealthy paleness of his face and the deep black under his eyes all showed the person's physical condition.

Could it be that Secretary Fang didn't deceive himself?Is this man really troubled by long-term insomnia?

The balance in Xiao Ziyun's heart tilted for a moment, and she looked a little more seriously at the person in front of her.

Taking a closer look, this person is thin but tall, and he is also very handsome. Of course, if he can gain weight, he should look better.

There's nothing to be picky about his facial features, he's a bit more handsome than those popular stars in the entertainment industry, but he doesn't know what his closed eyes will look like when he opens them.

Xiao Ziyun was thinking like this, but the man lying on the sofa seemed to feel her gaze, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.

The long and narrow eyes hit Xiao Ziyun's heart like a falcon, domineering and fierce, Xiao Ziyun shivered in fright, and took a step back subconsciously, but it was still too late.

Xiao Ziyun only felt her wrist tighten, and after a while of dizziness, her back slammed hard on the sofa.

One of the man's hands tightly grasped his wrist, while the other was pressed against her neck, and the man was even more pressing on her body, making her unable to move.

"who are you?"

The man's voice was hoarse and cold, and because of his posture, Xiao Ziyun could even see the red blood in his eyes clearly.

"My name is Xiao Ziyun. It's... Secretary Fang asked me to come."

"Zhe Ming?" Chu Nanting narrowed his eyes slightly, as if feeling something, he said, "Are you the one who sang in the hospital yesterday?"

"Yes……"

Chu Nanting sized up Xiao Ziyun for a while, then suddenly got up and pulled her towards the big bed behind him.

Chu Nanting was skinny but not weak, Xiao Ziyun stumbled and was pulled to the bedside by him, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

But he didn't want Chu Nanting to throw him to the bed, so he lay down on the bed and ordered: "Sing."

"what?"

Looking at Xiao Ziyun's stupid look, Chu Nanting frowned and said, "Fang Zheming asked you to come here, but didn't tell you what you need to do?"

"Yes..." Xiao Ziyun woke up like a dream, "I'll sing right away."

Chu Nanting then closed his eyes and didn't say anything more.

In just a few seconds, he seemed to remember something again, opened his eyes again, and warned sternly and coldly: "Don't do unnecessary things."

Xiao Ziyun was stunned for a while before realizing what the so-called redundant things in this population were, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

However, since this person has said so, does it also mean that her previous worries can be completely let go?
(End of this chapter)