Kiss You, Sweetheart

Song Zhixin's next words should prove her inner thought: "from now on, you will be responsible for my meals."

Demi: --

Just slightly opened his mouth, want to say something, song Zhixin pointed to the kitchen: "first put the food into the thermos."

Demi was a little confused.

Song Zhixin got up, went to the kitchen, picked up the thermos she had just bought, opened it, picked up chopsticks, put some vegetables on the dish, and said softly, "when we have a bowl, the dishes will be cold. Your father is not in good health, so eat something warm."

When Demi watched him do this, she was moved. In fact, she didn't think about it, but she didn't leave the dishes to Zheng Baogang first because she was afraid song Zhixin would mind.

After all, he is a respectable young master, for fear that he misunderstands that she left food first and gave him leftovers.

Unexpectedly, he thought of it on his own initiative.

Song Zhixin took a box full of vegetables, put them into the thermos, handed them to Demi, and pretended to blame: "careless girl."

Demi took the thermos and gave a smile. For the first time, she looked at Song Zhixin with warm eyes.

"Let's get some more rice and keep warm together." Song Zhixin exhorted.

Demi: --

All of a sudden, the incarnation of family warm man! She gently "um" a, carrying thermos into the kitchen, to Zheng Baogang meal. Can't help but turn around and look at Song Zhixin.

At that time, as soon as his cell phone rang, it was in his hand, so he sat at the table and picked it up. He didn't mean to avoid Demi.

"Ma." He kept his voice flat.

Demi filled the meal, put the thermos, quietly went to the table to eat quietly.

Song Zhixin's mobile phone has a good sound insulation effect. Although she is very close to him, she can't hear what Qi Pei says on the phone at all. She only hears song Zhixin's intermittent answers.

"Don't come back I know She is not a child. She doesn't need me to accompany her 24 hours a day All right, mom, I'm eating If you don't come back tonight, hang up first... "

Before Qi Pei could answer, song Zhixin hung up his cell phone, put his face aside and pushed the soup bowl toward Demi. His voice was a little uncomfortable: "Sheng Tang."

This tone really made her a servant.

However, Demi didn't care. She was probably just scolded by Qi Pei. She was not happy. Say what accompany not accompany, should mean that he didn't accompany his fiancee.

She looked at his home clothes and asked, "you Don't you plan to go home at night? "

Song Zhixin gave a quiet "um".

Demi gave her a mouthful of rice in her mouth and nibbled at her chopsticks: "that's not good."

She never thought that he would spend the night with her.

Song Zhixin looked at her displeased: "what's wrong?"

"It will, it will upset your mother." Demi doesn't dare to look at Song Zhixin's face, as if she was hurt. She bit her chopsticks and murmured, "besides, although the decoration here is luxurious, it's just an apartment. You shouldn't get used to it."

"What else?" Song Zhixin asked calmly.

"And..." Demi pursed her lips, a little vaguely. "And the most important thing is that you already have a family."

Family!

Song Zhixin suddenly sneers. Demi quickly lowers her head to pick up the rice and reaches for the food with her chopsticks.

The plate was pulled by song Zhixin, and her chopsticks were empty.