After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 68 The twisted melon is not sweet
The huge bedroom was empty.

And her bed!

Such a big bed.

Why is it gone?

She woke up from the bed this morning!

Could it be because after Sheng Xifang fell asleep last night, she got angry and threw her bed angrily!
Then give her a new bed!

This……

how did she sleep
She went to the opposite side aggressively, "Sheng Xifang!"

Throwing Sheng Xifang's suit on the light gray sofa, he unbuttoned his shirt with his slender fingers. Turning around, his cold and indifferent eyes fell on her, "Do you have any objections?"

Staring at him, he suddenly lost his momentum, and whispered softly, "There is..."

Why throw her bed?
"Say."

"Where do I sleep?"

"Where do you sleep?" Sheng Xifang paused as he unbuttoned the buttons, thinking of the soft bed last night, he was uncomfortable sleeping all over, especially in the morning when his physiological reaction was stronger than before.

He walked up to her and leaned over slightly, "You want to share the bed with me so much?"

"I didn't...I didn't!" She shook her head, "You did too much! If you want me to go, you can just say that you threw away my bed and I slept on the floor?"

Bed, throw it away?

Who threw her bed away?
Nonsense.

What does that look mean?
She pointed at the door, "Go and see if you don't believe me!"

The two went to the opposite room together, and the place where the big bed used to be is now empty.

"Few people in this villa will listen to me. It is impossible for me to throw it away. I understand now how much your Sheng family hates me." She whispered, "I am losing memory now, maybe because You have done too much, I don't want to remember what I have spent in your Sheng family for the past three years!"

A good bed, if you say no, it will be gone.

Do bully her.

Sheng Xifang looked at her slightly drooping head, like a listless little rabbit.

"not me."

She retorted, "Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

"It's me!" Sheng Lao stood at the door and shouted loudly, "How can a couple who dare to marry for two or three years sleep in separate rooms? From today on, you will give me a room! Go to sleep!"

Zhao Chumian: "..."

Grandpa, you are too domineering.

If she had been courageous before, she would not have traveled here from the age of 18.

gas!
"Grandpa isn't coming home tonight?" Sheng Xifang asked lightly.

"No! I want to stay here for a few days!" Old Sheng put his hands behind his back, his old face was serious, "Why are you still standing there, are you a man?"

He is not.

He is Mr. Sheng...

Humph.

"what!"

Her wrist was grabbed forcefully, and she was pulled outside.

"Grandpa, good night..." She chuckled.

"Good night." Sheng Lao stood in the corridor and watched them with a smile, "Come and watch someone at the door, let's see who dares to come out tonight!"

Zhao Chumian carefully closed the door.

No need, right?

Twisted melons are not sweet.

Sheng Xifang let go of her hand, went straight to the bathroom, closed the door, and soon there was the sound of water flowing.

She stood in the center and looked at the whole room. The walls were white-gray, and shimmered with gold under the yellowish light of the wall lamp. There were a few landscape paintings by unknown painters on the walls, which added some color to the cold room.

A large light gray bed, a dark gray wardrobe, and a few books and hydroponic spider plants on the black oval coffee table.

She went to the sofa, pressed it, it was soft and comfortable, this is her bed tonight.

She picked up Sheng Xifang's expensive suit, touched the fabric curiously, and stared at the only button on it. The faint dark pattern on the exquisite and delicate button seemed to be the word "West".

This guy, from top to bottom, from hair to toes, is outrageously delicate.

She walked to the closet and was about to hang up his clothes, but when she opened the closet, she was stunned.

(End of this chapter)