He's so cute

Chapter 324 You Want to Give Me Money
Song Yi revised the manuscript again and handed it in. After returning home at night, she collected the clothes hanging on the balcony, and Shen Xingzhou's suit was also dried.

She simply made some dinner, and then sent Shen Xingzhou a text message, roughly asking him to send someone to take away his clothes tomorrow night.

After sending the text message, Song Yi washed up and climbed into bed. The nightlife upstairs started again. She scratched her hair a little irritatedly, then put on noise-canceling headphones and turned on the computer to continue working.

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The next day, Song Yi booked a high-speed rail ticket to Los Angeles three days later, and planned to take a week off to accompany Qianqian; after the manuscript was revised last night, she handed it over to Lin Mi, but Shen Xingzhou was still not satisfied and needed Modify again.

Hearing this news, with a snap, the pen in Song Yi's hand was broken by her.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Song Yi walked out of the company with his suit bag in his hands. After walking a few steps, Song Yi saw Shen Xingzhou under a tree not far away.

He is tall and slender, wearing a white shirt with one collar button undone. He is sitting on a random chair in front of the car door. He is pocketing with one hand, with a half-smile on his lips, and he is looking at her casually.

Song Yi had to admit that her heart skipped a beat at this moment. She looked away, exhaled softly, and then walked over to hand the clothes to him: "Don't worry, it's already been washed."

Shen Xingzhou hummed, then reached out to take it. He opened the car door and said, "Get in the car."

Song Yi took a step back reflexively, "No need." The clothes have already been given to him, and he is also cleared.

As soon as Song Yi turned around, Shen Xingzhou grabbed her wrist.

"You—" Song Yi felt the strength in her hand, and she broke free, but she didn't break free, as if thinking of something, she let him pull her, but her tone was not very good: "Shen Xingzhou, why didn't my manuscript be approved? ?”

Shen Xingzhou groaned, mixed with a small chuckle, and suddenly he bent down, hugged Song Yi in his arms, and put him on the passenger seat: "The writing is too complicated."

Song Yi's throat suddenly caught her breath, and she made a gesture to get out of the car. With a click, the seat belt was fastened on her body, and Shen Xingzhou's voice came from above her head: "Don't move, I'm just taking you home."

Song Yi: "..."

Speechless all the way, Song Yi got out of the car, glanced at him, and then went straight into the community.

Shen Xingzhou looked at the figure from behind, lowered his head and chuckled.

As soon as Song Yi got home, she laid herself down on the bed, rolled around twice, then sat up a little annoyed and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

In the evening, she revised the manuscript again and sent it directly to Shen Xingzhou this time.

Song Yi: [President Shen Da, what is not concise enough this time? 】

After a while, Shen Xingzhou's news came in, it was a voice.

Song Yi clicked on it, and hearing Shen Xingzhou's deep voice mixed with a small smile, she couldn't help but shiver, then put her phone aside, and buried her face on the pillow to calm down.

After calming down, Song Yi slandered him several times in her heart, and then changed it according to what he said.

Over and over again, more than an hour passed unconsciously.

Song Yi saved the revised manuscript and sent it to Lin Mi. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. The slightly cool water slid down her throat. She leaned against the smooth countertop behind, a little lost in thought.

I thought I forgot, after all, she overestimated herself too much.

Three days later, Song Yi packed her luggage and went to the station with her suitcase. She bought a ticket for around [-]pm, and it took three hours to get to Los Angeles.

Song Yi was pulling the suitcase and looking for her seat while walking. Her seat was a two-seater seat by the window. After putting away her luggage, she sat down. Just as she took out her mobile phone and was about to put on her earphones, there was a rustle next to her. voice, a man sat next to her.

Song Yi raised her eyes, her eyebrows frowned, and her tone was a bit surprised: "Why are you here?"

Shen Xingzhou adjusted the seat, crossed his legs, and chuckled lightly: "Ah, go back to Los Angeles."

"..." Song Yi hooked the broken hair next to Gou's ears, grinding her teeth in her heart, what a coincidence.

She didn't speak, just put on the earphones, leaned on the backrest, half-closed her eyes, and looked out of the window.

Shen Xingzhou was also very quiet, sitting next to her and didn't play with her mobile phone or bother her.

After half an hour, Song Yi couldn't stand the naked gaze from the side, so she took off her earphones and glanced at Shen Xingzhou.

Shen Xingzhou was looking at her with his head tilted, and he didn't blink or avoid his gaze when he met her. There was a smile in those peach blossom eyes, as if they were full of peach blossom wine, Song Yi's heart beat when he saw it.

Song Yi's scalp was a little numb, she took off her jacket, covered her head, then leaned on the backrest, closed her eyes and rested.

Sure enough, she heard a small chuckle, Song Yi gritted her teeth, she moved her body, and her whole body tilted a little bit inward.

What Song Yi didn't expect was that she actually fell asleep. On the high-speed rail, next to Shen Xingzhou, she actually fell asleep!
After Song Yi woke up, she took off the clothes on her head, the lights above her head were dazzled for a moment, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, then turned her head.

Shen Xingzhou was still sitting there with his legs crossed, his slender and beautiful hands resting on his stomach, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

As if remembering something, Song Yi subconsciously reached out and touched Shen Xingzhou's forehead, with a worried tone: "Shen Xingzhou, do you have a stomachache?"

Shen Xingzhou opened his eyes, saw the worry in Song Yi's eyes, and raised the corners of his lips vaguely: "Well, it's okay."

Song Yi bit her lip, he knew that Shen Xingzhou had a stomachache, and he would have a fever when he had a stomachache.

He doesn't often have stomach pains, but when he has stomach pains, it will be very severe, and he will even vomit.

She remembered that when they were together, every time he had a stomachache, she would put his head on her shoulder and put her hands on his stomach.

At first, Shen Xingzhou was reluctant, thinking that he was too weak, but he couldn't hold back Song Yi, so he had no choice but to follow her.

Song Yi looked at Shen Xingzhou, whose lips were a little pale. She struggled for a while, then took his hand, and put her own on his stomach, with an unnatural tone: "Don't get me wrong, I'm a For treatment, you are going to give me money."

Xia Tian's clothes are quite thin, through a thin piece of fabric, Song Yi can clearly feel the smooth lines and muscles, she coughed lightly, trying to keep her expression as natural as possible.

"Oh." Shen Xingzhou's eyes fell on Song Yi's fair side face, mixed with a smile: "Then, how much does my little ex-girlfriend want?"

Hearing this address, Song Yi paused for a moment, then continued; in order to show her confidence, she looked directly at Shen Xingzhou and said, "I'm not greedy either, you are the president of a big company anyway, so I will do as you please." Let’s count 5.00% of the worth.”

In fact, she didn't know how much Shen Xingzhou was worth; she said it out as soon as her brain got hot.

Shen Xingzhou chuckled, "Okay."

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(End of this chapter)