After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Chu Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked straight into her eyes.

Those eyes were clear and determined, and seemed much warmer than when he first saw them.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had seen it wrong, or maybe she wasn't a boring person after all.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything."

After saying this, he pretended to clear the dishes on the table.

But before his hand touched the plate, Song Mai stopped him:

"You've worked hard, I'll do it."

She walked for three days and she lost weight, and he also lost weight.

There was a faint dark blue tint under his eyes, showing that he hadn't slept well. Even if he tried hard to stay awake, she could still see that he was tired.

Song Mai did not clean up the dishes immediately, but took out the shirt she bought for him from her bag and stuffed it into his hand.

"I'm going to wash the dishes. Go take a shower and try on your clothes to see if they fit you."

The man held the shirt and looked stunned for a moment:

"For me?"

Song Mai had imagined the situation of giving him the clothes countless times in his mind, but when he really gave it to him, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you for helping me so much that day. I saw this dress in Ningcheng and thought it suited you very well, so I bought it. I hope you don't mind it."

Chu Xing didn't refuse, but he thought the color and fabric of the clothes were not his style.

He casually unfolded the folded clothes. The clothes were of traditional Chinese style and the material felt good. Although they were not very good clothes, they must not be cheap.

"This dress..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the woman turned her head, her eyes tinged with worry.

"Do you not like it?"

He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He couldn't help but like it, but he would never even look at clothes of this style.

"No, this dress should be quite expensive. Actually, what I made is not worth much, so there is no need to spend so much money."

Song Mai shook his head very seriously.

"No, it's not expensive. It's just a piece of clothing. It's not worth the help you've given me. But I don't have much to offer you, so I can only thank you with a gift. I hope you don't mind."

Looking at the woman's appearance, Chu Xing finally couldn't bear to refuse and took the clothes to the bathroom.

He is a natural clothes hanger. His body proportions and height are comparable to those of a supermodel. In addition, his face is handsome and elegant. When he is not smiling, he is as cold as the sweet spring water on the top of the mountain. When he smiles, it is like melting snow and a spring breeze blowing on your face.

Not to mention this shirt, even a sack would look great on him.

Song Mai was stunned at first sight.

On weekdays, he always wore the cheap black suit she bought for him. He looked handsome, but it always obscured his noble aura, like a pearl covered in dust.

And once he put on this shirt, he looked incredibly good even with just a pair of ordinary black trousers.

The usually cold and handsome man now had a bit more warmth and bookish air, which neutralized his overly strong sharpness and made him look a bit gentler.

It was not until this moment that Song Mai finally fully understood the line "The man on the street is as beautiful as jade."

[It’s really beautiful…]

She couldn't help but praise in her heart.

The man felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.

It seemed that this was the first time he had seen such a crazy look on her face.

He coughed lightly: "If there is no other problem, I will go change my clothes."

Song Mai finally came to his senses and looked away embarrassedly.

The man took off his clothes and handed them to her, and Song Mai quickly washed the clothes and hung them up to dry.

She also told him to take it and wear it after he finished it.

After doing all this, she was probably really exhausted, and she simply asked Chu Xing a few questions about starting a business and how the things he had hurriedly rushed back to deal with that day were going.

After the man briefly explained, she didn't ask any more questions and went back to her room to rest.

Chu Xing sat on the sofa and continued to deal with his unfinished work. He looked up inadvertently and saw the washed shirt hanging on the balcony.

The shirt was made of silk. She didn't wash it in a washing machine. Instead, she washed it bit by bit by hand, and hung it on the balcony after drying.

But the room was too small after all, the balcony was too narrow, and there was no sunlight. At this moment, the shirt hanging on the balcony dripped a few drops of water from time to time, wetting the already worn wooden floor.

The air seemed a little more humid than before.

The man looked around, an idea slowly forming in his mind.

It seems that after winning the mobile phone, the plan of moving house should be put on the agenda.

However, the lottery method from last time is no longer useful. He still has to think of a natural, logical, and non-suspicious way to replace this old and dilapidated house reasonably.

Song Mai returned to his room and lay on the big bed in his bedroom. He suddenly felt a sense of security as if he had finally returned home.

This feeling was something she could never get no matter whether she was at the Song family or staying in any high-end hotel.

She rolled around on the bed while replying to Lin Ran's message.

Lin Ran sent her a lot of messages during these three days, most of which were asking her if the meeting went well, and some were reminding her to be careful when she was alone outside.

Although Song Mai didn't have time to reply to the message, she read all the messages she sent. She felt very happy to have such a friend around her.

Last time, due to time constraints and Song Mai's anxiety to get the paper documents first, I didn't have time to explain the matter to her in detail about the USB flash drive. Now that the business trip is finally over, Song Mai lay on the bed and told her the whole story in detail.

And don't forget to ask her:

"Ran Ran, do you remember who moved my desk when my USB drive was on the desk after I copied the data and left?"

After hearing this, Lin Ran recalled the events carefully.

Finally she gave a name.

"Zheng Yao, it was her! I remember that she was the only one who approached your desk during that time period that day, and I felt it was very strange that day. Although you do have to go through the workstations in our department to go to the tea room, she has always been at odds with you. Why did she have to go through the path next to your desk when there were so many other ways to go?

Besides, the road is so wide, she just happened to spill a glass of water on your table, and then this happened, your USB drive was replaced by someone else, isn't this too coincidental?"

Apart from Zheng Yao, Lin Ran really couldn't think of anyone else. Although she didn't notice whether Zheng Yao touched Song Mai's table, apart from Zheng Yao, no one else had ever approached Song Mai's table.

If you don't get close, how can you do all this?

Moreover, she couldn't help but think of the situation when Zheng Yao slammed the door and walked out of the manager's office two days ago.