Hello, Heir

Zhuang Nina waved his hand. "No, I'll do it myself."

She entered the kitchen neatly, and brought out all the food. Before eating, she glanced at the housekeeper: "Did Si Zhengting eat?"

The housekeeper gave her a deep look. "Sir said, I have no appetite."

Zhuang Nina heard this, and hesitated for a moment, then "Oh", then ignored the steward's hot eyes, bowed his head, and slowly ate his own food.

She knew what the steward meant and wanted her to go upstairs to deliver meals.

But she thought ... At this time, Si Zhengting saw her, and her appetite would be even worse?

After barely eating something, Zhuang Nina went upstairs and continued to rest.

These two days, the two have actually been sleeping in separate rooms. Zhuang Nana has long been used to sleeping in a very empty bedroom. Lying on this big bed a few days ago, she still feels sweet, but she lay down today, but she feels lonely inexplicably. .

She took out her phone, flipped it, and sent a text message to Si Zhengting: [Good night. 】

This is also a habit developed these past few days, and they will say good night to each other every night.

But today's text messages seem to be destined for no one to return.

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In the study.

Si Zhengting was sitting on the balcony with a cigarette between his fingers.

In the smoke, his gaze was facing the master bedroom, and he seemed to be able to penetrate the thick wall and see what she was doing.

The cold wind blew in, making his brain clearer.

But the clearer, the colder I feel.

The dream weaved for myself a few days ago was so ruthlessly broken, he actually didn't know how to face Zhuang Nina.

The phone vibrated twice, and he lowered his head and glanced at it. It was her good night.

He froze for a while, then gently moved away from the phone, and then put a cigarette in his mouth with his fingertips, and took a hard breath.

Then, he wondered, was the design draft stolen by Chennai?

In the morning, that unconditional trust is an instinct.

But Gu Xingshan's words made him suddenly think of it. Some time ago, when she was talking to Ding Mengya on the balcony, what design draft had she said before ...

At that time, he focused all his attention on the latter sentence, but now think about it ...

It seemed that at the time, Zhuang Nina was on the phone with Gu Deshou, and Ms. Ding was warning her not to be sorry for herself?

He remembered that one day, he went back to her home with her. After she came out of Gu's house, she had been absent-minded. There seemed to be something wrong. Now I want to come. Is that when Gu Deshou asked her to make a design draft?

He knew that Zhuang Nina was a bottom-line person and would definitely not steal design drafts.

but……

He lowered his eyes again, his corner of his lips helplessly ticked, like Gu Xingshan said, what can she do for Ms. Zhuang?

So many coincidences, so many concealments, and so many directions, let the seeds of doubt take root and sprout in his heart.

Si Zhengting stood up and annihilated the cigarette **** in the ashtray. Then he picked up his mobile phone and called Ji Chen.

Ji Chen answered quickly, "Sir, the design draft has progressed a bit, and I am planning to report to you."

When Si Zhengting heard this, his eyes fell on the night in the distance from the villa. The sky in Beijing was severely haze for several days, so the sky was gray and black. There was almost no starlight except for a meniscus.

The distant mountains are quietly dormant in the darkness, as if between her and him, on the surface, there is a calm sea, but I do not know when it will suddenly be rough.