Hidden Contract Marriage

Shu Xiaotong didn't know when Qi Zixiu was in front of him.

Warm big hands gently touched the injured forehead for fear of hurting themselves.

Shu Xiaotong looked up slightly. Two distant mountain like eyebrows, a strong nose and slightly trembling lips suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qi Zixiu lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Suddenly, her face turned red and her heart hit like a deer.

Qi Zixiu stared at her, who was so shy that he didn't mean to take his eyes away.

What is this?

I secretly hate her. How could she be so worthless.

Shu Xiaotong took back his sight and instinctively retreated: "I, I'll have a rest." he didn't dare to look at him any more and hurried upstairs.

Qi Zixiu downstairs was stunned for a few seconds.

"Bang ~" Shu Xiaotong returned to the room and immediately closed the door.

The whole body collapsed on the bed.

Why did he treat her so gently? Why do you care so much about yourself?

The person he likes is Xu Qingxin. It doesn't make sense.

Or was he hit in the head?

Shu Xiaotong couldn't figure it out.

After a period of time, Shu Xiaotong's injury gradually improved. Her friend Jiang Zhen called her and invited her out to dinner to celebrate her recovery.

Shu Xiaotong, who had been at home for a long time, was already bored. After hearing Jiang Zhen's words, she was very happy and agreed with joy.

In the distance, Jiang Zhen wore a milky white dress, thick black shawl hair, and a fashionable black hat was gently put on her head.

A bright smile was outlined at the corners of his mouth.

"Shu Xiaotong, you're not loyal enough. You haven't called me for a long time. Do you still think I'm a sister?" Jiang Zhen's face was full of joy and some anger.

"There's no way. Qi Zixiu seems to take the wrong medicine. He looks at me at home every day and doesn't give me out."

Jiang Zhen joked, "he doesn't want you so much?"

Shu Xiaotong blushed and twisted Jiang Zhen's arm angrily.

"Oh, miss, please forgive me. I'm wrong." Jiang Zhen begged again and again.

Shu Xiaotong loosened his hand: "see if you still say it." he walked along the path with Jiang Zhen.

"You know, last time I heard that you were injured, I was so anxious that I went to you. Then I didn't expect to meet the president of gaoleng. Guess what?"

What Jiang Zhen said made Shu Xiaotong interested and looked at Jiang Zhen suspiciously.

"He said, Jiang Zhen, Xiaotong is resting now. You'd better go back and come again next time."

"Poof ~" Shu Xiaotong couldn't help laughing.

"You dead girl, if I don't teach you a good lesson, you don't seem to be able."

Seeing that things were bad, Jiang Zhen raised her feet and ran away.

"Still running, stand up for me!" Shu Xiaotong shouted behind.

"Where's grandma?"

In Qi's house, Qi Zixiu, who had just entered the door, asked.

"Grandma and Miss Jiang went out."

"Oh, haven't you come back yet?"

A trace of surprise swept gently and disappeared, leaving only the usual calm on his face.

"Haven't come back yet, young master."

He didn't seem to care. He asked lightly and went upstairs.

Until the evening, Shu Xiaotong leisurely rushed home. When he got home, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

He should have fallen asleep so late.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, she'd better not make a noise to wake them up.

She deliberately lowered her pace and crept upstairs.

"Young grandma, you're back." Aunt Li said with a smile around her apron.

"Well ~" she answered softly, but her heart was startled.

It's like being caught as a thief.

Shu Xiaotong straightened up: "why haven't you slept so late?"

"The young master is afraid that you will come back late, so he ordered me to cook some porridge for you. Would you like to come down and have a drink?"

Just now she was still depressed. Why did Aunt Li come out of the kitchen in an apron so late? It was to cook porridge for herself.

"What about the young master?" Shu Xiaotong asked.

Aunt Li, who was just about to answer, pursed her mouth and silently walked into the kitchen.

Shu Xiaotong was confused. He didn't know what was going on. Qi Zixiu's intentional cough came from behind.

God, why is he behind me? Why is he here when he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night.

If the whole family is really a thief, it will never come back.

She covered her face anxiously, then suddenly looked at nature, turned her head and looked at Qi Zixiu: "why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"I should ask you this," Qi Zixiu said faintly, and his expressionless face could not see his mind.

Shu Xiaotong immediately felt guilty.

"Aunt Li, is the porridge ready?" Qi Zixiu asked loudly and walked silently beside her.

"Just a minute."

A moment later, Aunt Li came out with a bowl of porridge, "young grandma, come and have a drink, or it will be cold."

Shu Xiaotong was embarrassed. Eat. She wasn't hungry. Don't eat. She was embarrassed to leave as if nothing had happened.

Reluctantly, he sat at the table.

"I said Qi Zixiu, why are you suddenly so kind?"

"Have you?" Qi Zixiu asked faintly, as if he had never taken it to heart.

Shu Xiaotong almost choked.

Next to him, Xiao Yun came over and handed a handkerchief respectfully.

It's so obvious that when she is stupid, he is obviously intentional and pretends to be a noble hypocrite!

She is in place of Xu Qingxin, and her face is very similar.

Although she never cared what Qi Zixiu thought of her, Qi Zixiu's proximity made her more and more uncomfortable these days.

She even wondered if Qi Zixiu regarded her as Xu Qingxin.

"I think your injury is almost OK. Go to the hospital tomorrow. After confirming that it's OK, you can go back to work."

Qi Zixiu left slowly.

Shu Xiaotong kept stirring the porridge in the bowl, dull and depressed.

To her right, the black angel said, "you are occupying the magpie's nest."

On the left, the white angel argued, "how can you blame yourself? Qi Zixiu is close to her, not her flattering him."

So the white angel and the black angel quarreled and shouted over her head.

Shu Xiaotong was upset and angry. He got up and walked upstairs.

"Young grandma?"

"No more."

Xiaoyun looked at Shu Xiaotong's back suspiciously and couldn't touch his head.

Although it's 3721, when you wake up, tomorrow is still a beautiful day.