Song Qishen went to work when he said he was going to work, but the location was moved from the small study room to the master bedroom.

"I'll try my best to hurry up and have dinner together later in the evening."

Qian Zhi crouched in her bed. After hearing these words, an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

She felt that Song Qishen was too good at fooling people.

He was clearly the one who said he wasn't busy before, and even just now, he was the one who said he was dealing with small things.

And now, he is the one with his head buried in front of the table, concentrating on everything.

I don't know how long it will take to process.

Qianzhi just lay there like this. According to her past habits, she would definitely fall asleep soon.

However, a new venue, a new mattress, and a new perspective made Qianzhi break away from her previous assumptions.

She lay silently for a while, then turned sideways and looked at him through the gap in the thin quilt covering her.

Song Qi's jade-like brows and eyes were outlined in a painting by the night outside the window behind him. The room was lit with a small light, glowing with a warm yellow glow.

The faint light projected from the computer screen brings out the shadows under the eyelids.

He looks quite human and dog-like.

But now he is calm and calm, and he was slightly different from the one who occupied her in the bathroom before, but they gradually overlapped again.

Think...what!

Qian Zhi thought about it and then looked away, then raised her hand and pinched herself.

The slightly painful sting of being twisted hit her, and then she felt her mind became a little clearer.

The little girl let out a long sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Just when she was half-propelled to sit up and wanted to get up, she glanced at Song Qishen out of the corner of her eye. Then she realized that he had raised his eyes and lowered his gaze at some point.

Qian Zhi's movements paused, and their eyes met across the distance.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Qian Zhi held back her words for a long time.

Song Qishen didn't have the nerve to expose the peek she just thought others didn't notice, so he just smiled to himself.

While his lips were slightly hooked, his eyes moved down, not knowing what he saw, but staring intently.

His gaze was like a torch, and it was clear that nothing was wrong. Qian Zhi felt as if his heart was burning with fire.

"Your quilt fell off."

Suddenly, Song Qishen slowly opened his mouth.

Qianzhi lowered her head and took a look. Sure enough, after it fell, she was only wrapped in his nightgown, which was loose on the shoulders. Looking to the middle, she looked like white snow in winter.

She quickly picked it up with her hands and held it tightly.

This person just had to finish reading it to remind her, right?!

Qianzhi's inner barrage was like a rushing river, and she began to paint banners endlessly.

But no matter how much you slander, others don’t know.

Qianzhi had no choice but to give up as if resigned to her fate.

"When will you finish your work?" Qian Zhi cleared her throat and began to change the topic.

Song Qishen looked away and continued typing on the computer keyboard, "It's almost there, not much, just wait for me."

Qian Zhi originally wanted to think about what to do if she ran out of clothes, but now that Song Qishen was busy again, she didn't want to disturb him, so she just thought about it by herself.

All her clothes were thrown in the bathroom. They were now soaked and she definitely couldn't wear them again.

But the clothes Qianzhi used to change were all stored in her room downstairs, so how to get them became a problem.

Song Qishen's nightgown was too loose. Qian Zhizhuo pulled on her soft slippers, got out of bed and went to the closet on the side.

In addition to the bath towels prepared by the hotel, there are also several sets of men's clothes placed here. They are not neatly arranged, slightly messy, and have signs of being turned over. They should be the clothes Song Qishen brought when he was on a business trip.

Qian Zhi stepped forward and picked up a set of long clothes and trousers, which were Song Qishen's usual style of home clothes. The set she picked up happened to be in a style that was indistinguishable between men's and women's styles.

Her eyes fell on it, and then she turned to look at Song Qishen behind her. He lowered his eyes and was still busy.

Qian Zhi turned around again and secretly guessed that it was just a business trip. Was Song Qishen going out to prepare for a catwalk? He brought more clothes than even a girl like her.

However, her calculations were good and her thoughts were indeed beautiful. When she changed her clothes and came out again, she was dumbfounded.

She could indeed wear this set of long clothes and trousers, but when worn on her body, it looked like hand-made noodles from a street shop, dangling in the air and looking wide and long.

The sleeves on his arms were also hanging loosely, and he was holding them weakly, as if he was about to go out to sing in an opera.

Qianzhi was standing in the small living room at the door of the master bedroom. There was a full-length mirror near the sofa. She moved closer and saw that the girl's full-length image was clearly visible in the mirror.

She frowned and looked at it for a while, and as she looked at it, she found it quite pleasing to her eyes.

It's quite slender, Qianzhi comforted herself, doesn't it just look like a gibbon?

Gibbons go back to their ancestors and really want to have something to do with humans.

It was also a blood relationship.

The sound of "beep——" sounded right at this moment.

Then, the heavy brown solid wood door at the end of the corridor was slowly opened.

Assistant Xia's familiar face appeared, his usual cold expression.

The other person raised his head again after closing the door. He obviously didn't expect that Qian Zhi was in the small living room. He was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed from surprised to calm.

He had never seen any big scenes, and in the end, the experience he had accumulated over the years as a special assistant gave him the upper hand.

"My wife is here too."

"Yeah." Qianzhi responded softly, with a hint of imperceptible embarrassment in her voice.

Assistant Xia wanted to say something else, but then he saw the clothes Qian Zhi was wearing.

Then, his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

I have to say that Qian Zhi's outfit is quite unique.

If he remembered correctly, these were Mr. Song's clothes.

Assistant Xia politely looked away and coughed.

"Well, since you are here, I will give you the clothes directly."

Not long ago, it was Song Qishen who contacted him and gave him all the instructions.

After hearing this, Qianzhi looked towards Assistant Xia's palms, where he was holding the strings of two black and white bags.

What's inside that square bag should be clothes.

Qian Zhi felt a sigh of relief in her chest, neither rising nor falling.

Although Song Qishen's move was not explained, anyone would know what the two of them had just done.

It's all on my clothes, and Assistant Xia must be aware of it.

She still has clothes downstairs, okay?

"Mrs?"

Seeing Qian Zhi standing there in a daze, not speaking or reacting, just lowering his head and staring at the thing in his hand, Assistant Xia's palms were covered in cold sweat for some reason.

He kindly reminded her and called her.

Only then did Qianzhi come to her senses, took two steps forward, and took the bag.

"Yeah, I understand, give it to me."

Assistant Xia nodded slightly, "Then I'll go find Mr. Song first."

"Go ahead, you don't have to report to me." Qian Zhi waved her hands and went to the bathroom to change clothes.

Anyway, this is better than the gibbon.

After Qian Zhi changed her clothes and came out, there were two figures in the small living room.

Song Qishen and Assistant Xia are both here.

It's just that one is standing and the other is sitting.

Song Qishen was leaning on the sofa with his slender legs folded. Assistant Xia was standing in front of him, probably reporting something.

Hearing the sound of Chuo pulling his shoes on the floor, Song Qishen lazily raised his eyes.

Assistant Xia also stopped, and for a moment, silence filled the air.

"Have you changed it?"

"Um."

Qianzhi paused for a moment, then moved over almost slowly.

"Are you hungry? The hotel just delivered food. Let's eat together." Song Qishen waved to her.
To be continued...