Systematic Director’s Tender Love

"Didn't you say that you are not interested in Peking Opera?"

She asked her doubts.

"I wasn't interested yesterday, but I have it again today."

He said without shame.

Zhao Donghan was defeated in this duel, so he had to admit his fate and said:

"Okay, I sing."

I hope you stop tossing after I finish singing.

She added in her heart, lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyelashes gently, and sang in her mouth:

"The ice wheel of the island is beginning to turn, and see Yutu, Yutu rises early.

The ice wheel is clear from the island.

Haoyue is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace. "

She didn't know the name of this Peking opera, but she remembered it when she listened to her neighbor's grandmother repeating it every day.

No one has taught her how to sing Peking opera. She imitated the gourd in the same way, and she knew a few sentences, and she didn't know if the lyrics were correct.

Mu Yichen didn't interrupt her and listened to her singing quietly. There was a glimmer of brilliance in the dark and deep eyes.

After a long while, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he praised:

"Good voice."

Zhao Donghan didn't expect that in her life, she could still hear praise from Mu Yichen's mouth. His face couldn't help being startled.

Immediately, I heard the man continue to say:

"When you get dumped by me someday and can't find a job, you can consider it for a living."

Zhao Donghan: "..."

After a moment of silence, she picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup again.

After blowing it carefully, he brought it to his lips for the Nth time: "Now, can you drink it?"

Mu Yichen looked down at her and said unhurriedly:

"I want to go to the bathroom."

Zhao Donghan: "..."

She put down the bowl and spoon, deliberately not controlling her intensity this time, hoping to make a sound to express her strong dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, the table is covered with a thick layer of woven jacquard tablecloth. The porcelain bowl fell on it with only a slight noise.

Therefore, her resentment was not received by the other party.

"Okay, you go!"

Standing up from his lap, she said helplessly.

"I'm hurt, you help me over."

He didn't move, sitting there as steady as a mountain.

"Isn't it hurt your hand? Didn't hurt your leg? What does it have to do with walking?"

She frowned and asked in confusion.

"Excessive blood loss, weakness in the legs. I was pressed by a heavy object for a long time, and now my entire leg is numb."

He said every word.

Heavy? Refers to...her?

She is less than a hundred catties, is she heavy?

No, this is not the point.

The point is, she is unwilling to sit on his lap.

He forced her to sit up, and now he came to blame her again. Can he speak with a conscience?

Closing his eyes, Zhao Donghan sighed softly. Raising a pair of bare hands, they vacantly put them on his uninjured arm.

All the complaints in my heart rushed to my lips and turned into two words:

"Let's go!"

She has already seen it through, and she said nothing is useful, so it's better to do what he says to save time.

He glanced at her and pulled his arm back quickly. Immediately afterwards, he straightened himself up and stood up gracefully.

The posture is tall and straight, exuding a powerful aura that cannot be ignored.

What's wrong with this man? Saying that she was asked to help, and then deliberately stepped away. Is this playing with her again?

Zhao Donghan made a gap, and stopped in midair with both hands awkwardly, his posture was very funny.

She was about to retract her hand, and the man clamped her wrist.

I saw him inserting one hand into his trouser pocket, and the other hand, calmly guiding her hand through his arms, letting her take her arm tightly.

The low and dull voice slowly fell in her ears:

"Why, never helped a man?

You’re like that just now, but it’s not a help, so it is. "

I don't know why, Zhao Donghan's face suddenly became hot, his tongue knotted, and his heart beat faster.

I couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

He usually touched her, kissed her or something.

He is very cunning and knows how to choose an opportunity. Either when she was in a daze, or deliberately saying a strange word to distract her. Therefore, eight out of ten times, she couldn't dodge it.

Whenever he was frivolous, she felt ashamed and angry. However, none of them seem to be so nervous and embarrassed at this moment.

Just holding his arm, what is she nervous about?

Looking down, the two arms hooked together. Suddenly, she was distracted.

She and Mu Yichen held hands like this, it seemed a bit like...

I often see grandpa and grandma who walk with each other and walk together.

No, it's not right.

This analogy is extremely inappropriate for her and Mu Yichen.

She quickly retracted her mind and shook her head slightly, trying to get this ridiculous idea out of her mind.

Fortunately, the toilet is at the entrance of the dining room, only a few steps away.

Soon, the two people walked to the front of the bathroom.

Zhao Donghan quickly pulled his arm back as if being scalded.

Mu Yichen narrowed his eyebrows and seemed a little unhappy.

There was a long silence, he seemed to sigh lightly, let her wait at the door, and opened the bathroom door.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he didn't say, let her go in and serve him in the toilet or something, otherwise she would definitely run away.

As if thinking of something, the man's movements suddenly stopped. He lowered his head, said a word to her softly, and walked into the bathroom.

After the bathroom door was closed, Zhao Donghan looked at the sky speechlessly.

Before entering the bathroom, he said four words to her——

"No peeking."

She refused even if he was accurate.

She is not a nymphomaniac, and she has no perverted hobby of spying on others.

"Take a thousand hearts!"

Whether he heard it or not, she gritted her teeth and said to the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, the man leaned his back on the door, and slowly stroked his sleeves with his big hands.

That was the place she had just moved, and her temperature seemed to remain on it.

He closed his eyes lightly, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he could no longer hide his joy.

She held him like that just now, and the short distance she walked was very much like the situation when the bride and groom at the wedding walk across the red carpet.

She would not know that with every step he took, he felt that he was extremely happy.

Just imagining their wedding, he felt trembling in his heart and yearning for it.

They... will have such a day.

Right? Zhao Donghan.

The man's thin lips pressed into a straight line.

After half an hour, Zhao Donghan was finally relieved.

That's it.

The effort paid off. After Young Master Mu came out of the bathroom, he finally drank a few sips of soup. Forcing her to eat half a plate of vegetables and half a bowl of rice, the meal is over.

She stood up, and just about to go back to the room to rest, she was stopped by the man's overcast voice:

"Why, take my words as deaf ears? I said that in the future you must stay in the same space with me for twelve or four hours, forgetting it so soon?"

"I remember!" Zhao Donghan blinked his big beautiful eyes twice and looked at him. "Stay in the same space, you don't have to face each other all the time.

You're in your room, I'm in my room, and everyone is in this villa, isn't it all right? "