To Be His Dream Girl

He Xinying was stunned for a moment because of Shen Junquan's serious expression. He couldn't tell whether he really cared about himself or acted on the surface

His face still remains his temperature, disturbing he Xinying's mind.

"Well." She nodded thoughtfully and began to struggle in the stories compiled by Huo jingnian and Zhang Ya.

At half past one in the afternoon, Shen Junquan left home on time.

Before leaving, he specially told the housekeeper to call him immediately if he Xinying had anything to do.

Especially don't let her contact Zhang Ya and Ji long.

After repeated exhortations, he was relieved to push the door and leave home.

In the quiet space, the clock ticks.

The hot sunlight fell in the room through the windowsill, bringing a trace of warmth to people.

He Xinying lay flat on the bed, quietly closed her eyes, but she didn't fall asleep.

"Well..."

Hearing the faint sound of the door being closed, she slowly opened her eyelids and breathed a sigh of relief. She gazed into the bright room, not feeling a little trance.

Back here again, or familiar with the layout, let her feel inexplicable attachment.

Turning over, he saw the picture on the small table and reached for it.

It's a group photo of Shen Junquan and she. In the photo, he smiles like a flower, and his cold eyes are covered with soft meaning. He hugs her tightly and looks very intimate.

"When was this taken?" Don't feel up the corner of her mouth, she stroked the eyebrows of the people above, murmured a word.

Time is so far away that she can't remember the details.

Looking at herself in the picture, she couldn't help feeling a lot.

At that time, she looked very happy, nestled in his side, no scruples

Associate to now of oneself, he Xinying's smile in the Mou gradually faded down.

She has a heart knot, no matter how to smile is also very uncomfortable.

Turning the frame of the photo, he Xinying stopped looking at it.

Staring at the ceiling in a daze, I don't feel sleepy.

When the eyelashes quietly fit on, she fell into sleep, and the huge house is silent for a long time.

In the afternoon, the sun was a little tired, and there was no such strong temperature.

Zhang Ya, who has been in her room for a long time, can't help but walk out of the room, sips tea on the sofa in the living room, and then puts it on the table. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of the housekeeper passing by.

"Shen Junquan went to the company again?"

Her eyes fell on the closed door of the master bedroom, and she spoke in a poor voice.

"Well, I went to the company earlier." The footstep of housekeeper is one meal, answer a way subconsciously immediately. Zhang Ya smell speech, the corner of the mouth raised to wipe unidentified smile.

The housekeeper looks at her, but he doesn't feel a click in his heart. When he thinks of Shen Junquan's instructions, he has no idea what Zhang Ya is planning.

Although Zhang Ya can be regarded as his master, Zhang Ya who lives in these days doesn't want to respect her. In addition, Shen Junquan's words make him more scrupulous about her.

"Well, you go down first." Looking at the housekeeper at the door, Zhang Ya waved and drove the housekeeper out. "The garden is not a new gardener. Go and watch."

"But..." The housekeeper's face was embarrassed, and he was a bit hesitant. When Shen Junquan left, he specially told him to stare at Zhang Ya. Now Zhang Ya's behavior is so strange, how can he leave at ease.

But before he finished, he was interrupted impatiently by Zhang Ya.

"But what? But, I told you to go down, didn't you hear me?" Frowning, Zhang Ya scolds coldly. In the Shen family, Shen Junquan, in order to congratulate Xinying, the woman doesn't respect her elder. Even a mere housekeeper keeps talking to her, her heart suddenly ignites a touch of anger.

When Xun found out something was wrong with her words, she calmed down and added, "there are many high priced flowers in the garden. Go and watch them. Don't let them be damaged."

Under her gaze, the housekeeper moved away. After a walk outside the garden, I still feel uneasy.

While going out, he sent a short message to Shen Junquan.

Inside the room, Zhang Ya looks at the housekeeper's figure disappearing in the field of vision and sneers.

After deliberately wandering around the house for a while, and observing the interior of the house, making sure that the only servants of the Shen family had been sent away, she moved and pretended to go to he Xinying's door unintentionally.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

He Xinying, who was sleeping, frowned and turned over. She half opened her eyes with some difficulty and called out, "who is that?"

Consciousness is not fully awake, eyelashes gently tremble."It's me."

After a while, Zhang Ya's voice was deep and cold.

He Xinying shrinks her legs in the quilt. She wakes up and stares at the gate in confusion. She doesn't respond for a moment.

In his gentle mind, he can't help but wonder what Zhang Ya wants.

At the same time, she raised the alarm in her heart, and her intuition told her that there was nothing good about it.

"What can I do for you, aunt?" Get out of bed, drag shoes to the door, he Xinying did not open the door, do not know how to call the woman in front of.

"Come out, let's talk."

Through the cat's eye, he Xinying can see Zhang Ya's bad look on her face. He Xinying knows that such a move is very impolite, but the tight strings in her heart make her dare not go out easily.

When thinking about how to refuse her request, Zhang Ya seemed to see through her mind and pointed to Xiaochen's room, "or do you want me to talk to your son first?"

He Xinying was startled and put her hand on the doorknob. The door opens, he Xinying is still wearing pajamas, clear eyes have been cold down, glaring at Zhang Ya.

At this time, Xiaochen is still sleeping soundly in his room.

He Xinying tries her best to hide her unhappiness. Even though Zhang Ya is an elder, she now has the impulse to curse.

"I'll wait for you in the room at the end. Don't make any noise. Otherwise, I'll have to find a chance to talk to your son." Ignoring he Xinying's anger, Zhang Ya points to Ji Long's room and says coldly, full of threat.

He Xinying's fingers trembled in the air, and her face became ugly. From the beginning, she felt Zhang Ya's inexplicable malice to her.

Now she is still lured to Ji Longman. It can be imagined that she has no good intentions.

Clenching her lower lip, she looked at the door of Xiaochen's room. As soon as her heart was horizontal, she made a decision.

"It's sticky on my body. I'll go there after I take a bath." He Xinying looks at Zhang Yading and says that she doesn't think of a way to refuse. She just doesn't want to face Ji long so quickly and delay time.

Looking at her, Zhang Ya said, "don't try to play with your heart."

After that, Zhang Ya went to Ji Longman.

Hiding her face at the head of the bed, he Xinying tries her best to stabilize her mood.

After killing time, put on a coat, she took a heavy step toward the end of a little bit of move past.

There was a little fluster on his face.

Forced to suppress her uneasiness, she firmly fixed her eyes and comforted herself, "it's OK. Compared with the detention center, it's nothing at all..."

He breathed deeply and stood at the door.

The people inside are waiting for her to come in. The door is open, and the conversation between Zhang Ya and Ji long can be heard.