Qian Zhi sat in the car and waited for a long time, but did not wait for Song Qishen to come back.

When she was bored, she lowered her head and looked carefully at the two red marriage certificates in her hands.

After a while, she had nothing to do. She turned on the camera of her mobile phone, raised the two books with one hand and placed them in the air. After focusing on them, she took a picture with a "click".

After a long time, Song Qishen left and returned, carrying a large plastic bag with bulging bags, and it looked like he had bought a lot.

He put the shopping bags in the back seat first, then opened the front door and got in the car.

"You bought a lot." Qian Zhi turned sideways and looked at the back seat of the car, and also at the snacks Song Qishen said he wanted to buy her.

In fact, Qian Zhi remembered that there was already a lot of food in Nanyuan's kitchen cupboard.

When she went to Nanyuan for the first time, Assistant Xia was very generous and emphasized that it was arranged by his boss.

Qian Zhi wanted to ask just now, and also wanted to talk to Song Qishen, but the words came to her throat, and when she was about to call him, she got stuck.

At that time, Song Qishen had already got out of the car, turned his back to her, and walked very quickly, leaving only a slender figure behind.

"Aren't you afraid it's not enough?" Song Qishen started the engine neatly, clearly tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel.

Then, he didn't know what he thought of. He stopped tapping with his hands, turned his head slightly to the right, and looked towards her.

Qianzhi's eyes just returned from the back seat, and they looked at each other.

Suddenly.

Their eyes met.

The two of them came to collect the certificate very early today. At this moment, the sun had just risen from the horizon. The faint morning light passed through the semi-transparent glass window in front of the car. The narrow light leaked in from above and reflected on his handsome face.

Well defined.

There is a faint light and shadow on the edge of the solid-color shirt, and the collar is also dyed with a gentle brightness, making it as crisp as new.

The little girl blinked and looked away first.

Song Qishen noticed Qian Zhi's calm gaze, smiled secretly, and said nothing.

It was still very early when I returned to Nanyuan. Qianzhi came here yesterday on Friday, and all the gadgets and groceries she needed and didn't need had been moved here.

From now on, it can be regarded as officially settling in Nanyuan. There are many rooms and a large space, which is suitable for her to do whatever she wants.

In the morning, she fell asleep in a daze, and when she was about to wake up from tossing and turning, Qian Zhi was grabbed by Song Qishen.

At this moment, she was paralyzed when she got home, and she didn't want to get up anyway. The memory of staying in bed on weekends in the past was deep in her mind. When the time came, her biological clock would automatically switch. There was nothing she could do to stop it, and she couldn't overcome it.

No.

Qian Zhi originally thought of just lying down on the sofa, but after all, she had just lived with Song Qishen, and it was her first time on the road for a newbie, so she hadn't fully adapted yet.

Comparing whether she was familiar with it or not, what Qian Zhi felt in her heart was a little bit of fear that suddenly jumped up. However, this feeling was not obvious in the past. Instead, it only came up in detail after receiving the certificate. Although

It doesn't make people uncomfortable, but it also scratches people's hearts.

Qianzhi readily agreed to the engagement at the beginning, but when it came time to actually spend the days and nights with him, what she didn't understand and couldn't guess was whether the days to come would be sweet, sweet, or honey.

In other words, it is like plain boiled water. After it is boiled and scalded, it has no ripples and is ordinary.

Qian Zhi thought for a while and suddenly found that she was a little unfounded and thought too much.

After all, considering the current state of getting along between the two of them.

Still, very relaxed and comfortable.

She yawned and felt sleepy. She felt that sleeping and resting were the most important thing. She sat upright on the sofa, leaned back, squinted her eyes and began to rest.

As soon as Song Qishen came out of the garage, he went to the bedroom first and tinkered for a long time without knowing what he was doing. He didn't come out for a long time.

Because the master bedroom on the second floor was relatively connected to the living room, Qianzhi could vaguely hear movement in the master bedroom, such as the sound of the bedside table being opened and closed. It was not heavy, but not light either.

Qianzhi was disturbed by such a movement, her thoughts wandered around, and she did not fall asleep.

This time I said it was a nap, which means I really took a nap.

After Song Qishen put the things away and walked out of the bedroom, he saw Qian Zhi with her face up and her eyes closed, looking like she was sleeping soundly.

Several times in the past when Song Qishen was in Nanyuan, he was busy beforehand, and it was like this when he found her again.

Every time I see her, she is either lying down, prone, or on her back, motionless.

Especially need to sleep a lot.

Thinking that she must change her habit of sleeping in and getting up late in the future, Song Qishen did not wake her up now, preparing to give her an extra day.

He went straight to the kitchen on the first floor, arranged various bottles and jars, and placed them in the cupboard.

Qian Zhi had already sensed it when Song Qishen walked out of the room.

But he didn't bother her, so she just let it go and squinted lazily for a long time.

Finally, it was almost time to rest. Qian Zhi straightened up and stretched lazily. She yawned halfway and had not yet finished her yawn. She raised her eyes and saw Song Qishen standing on the middle step of the stairs.

Going up and to the right of the spiral staircase is the small living room. When you go up, through the white and hollow stair pillars, and through the gaps, you can see everything in the small living room.

Qian Zhiying's lips were half-opened, her delicate and slender neck was hunched, and her hands were hanging upwards, stopping in mid-air in a strange posture, neither going up nor down.

She didn't know how long Song Qishen had been there. From a distance, Qian Zhi could only see the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

Song Qishen saw that she had finally come to her senses, and then turned her head, put one hand in her pocket, and walked up the stairs step by step, not slow and not at all impatient.

His posture is leisurely and his movements are slow. No matter how you look at it, he can't fit in with the people who were so busy before and often worked late into the night.

When Song Qishen came to her and pinched her cheek, Qian Zhi recovered from the slight pain.

"Don't you need to go to the company?" Qian Zhi held it in for a long time and then said this lightly.

She was really confused, because since Song Qishen took over the Song family, he had planned everything but never had a complete day's rest.

Qian Zhi came over on the previous weekend, and he couldn't get away because of his busy schedule. When he couldn't make it, he called his special assistant, Assistant Xia, to come over and help her.

Song Qishen bent down and lowered his gaze to hers, "Why do you want to go to the company?"

As he said that, he sat down next to her, leaned back on the sofa, and said in a lazy tone, "Brother, when I get married, I have to have a wedding leave, right?"

"Besides, at times like this, the company has to give some face." Song Qishen said, wrapping an arm behind her and leaning closer.

This close posture makes the two of them cuddle up against each other, making them very intimate.

Qian Zhi's light brown pupils were instantly filled with him. She thought for a moment, "Then why didn't I?"

"You are still a college student, so of course you don't have a marriage leave." Song Qishen paused, and finally added, "If you don't have one now, you won't have one in the future."

"Or..." Song Qishen's tone was deliberately elongated, and the tail tone went back and forth several times, deliberately rising, leaving enough suspense - "Do you want to get married for the second time in the future?"

Or do you want to wait until later to get married for the second time?

Qian Zhi connected his words together, read them silently, and then successfully closed her mouth.

Really every time.

every time!!

Everything that came out of his mouth seemed to make perfect sense.

The teasing meaning in the man's eyes was obvious, and his peach blossom eyes were full of teasing.

"You think about it, but my brother doesn't think about it yet."

"There are no doors."

Song Qishen's last words fell lightly into the air.

In fact, Qianzhi slept in Nanyuan for a few nights and gradually got used to it.

She has also found the right direction in terms of daily life and so on through groping. At the very least, she will not know where there is a room that she has never known.

Speaking of which, she was already quite familiar with the entire Mid-Levels Nanyuan.

But the kitchen is just a simple decoration. It is placed there, clean and tidy, and it is not stained by a trace of dust, nor is it stained by the smell of oil smoke.

At least as long as she has lived here, Qianzhi has never seen anyone use it.

Song Qishen asked her before if she wanted to call Sister-in-law Li over, but Qian Zhi refused without even thinking about it.

At that time, Song Qishen was surprised for a moment by her straightforward answer, but soon, the staring, smiling eyes looked at her and did not speak.

But even though he didn't say anything, Qianzhi suddenly understood what he meant. It was probably that since you think about the world of two people so much, it's not impossible for me to have similar thoughts.

If Mrs. Li doesn't come, it seems natural that there will be no one to cook at noon and evening.

Qian Zhi didn't know what Song Qishen's cooking skills were. She didn't ask, but she could only cook the most basic things, such as glutinous rice balls and dumplings, and other similar quick-frozen foods.

At noon and evening, both of them had takeout.

During dinner, Qian Zhi didn't eat much, but after she finished the soup, she found that Song Qishen had finished eating early and was sitting opposite her with his eyes slightly lowered.

It seemed like he had been looking at his phone from the beginning.

"Brother, can you cook?" Qian Zhi scratched her face, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked.

After hearing this, Song Qishen raised his head and asked, "Cooking?"

"Yes, I see your kitchen is so luxuriously decorated, do you still know a little bit about it?" Qian Zhi's tone was sincere, with a hint of compliment.
To be continued...