Rescue Little White Flower

"Be careful."

With slender but powerful arms on her waist, Shen Qingwei supported Zhao Xingyue’s shoulders to stand up. Just now, she leaned against Zhao Xingyue’s hair and smelled a very good smell, like the fragrant fragrance of the night. Some were dizzy, and a little dizzy after standing up, I don't know if I was scared or fascinated.

She stammered and thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao."

"Thanks all day long, I'm not tired." Zhao Xingyue took a step forward, gently took one of her hands, and said to her: "Okay, come with me."

When she returned to her home, she had to be taken away by others, causing Shen Qingwei's face to flush slightly. The darkness concealed her complexion, but could not conceal the rising temperature in the air.

"Are you very hot?" Zhao Xingyue, who has lived in a shady underworld for a long time, couldn't be more sensitive to temperature changes.

"No, no."

As he said this, the hand held by Zhao Xingyue unknowingly secreted nervous sweat.

Zhao Xingyue stopped talking, and the two walked up quietly. For a while, only the sound of Zhao Xingyue's high heels stepping on the ground and Shen Qingwei's flat shoes hurriedly followed.

Invisible, Shen Qingwei simply closed her eyes and let Zhao Xingyue lead her back to her home.

This kind of feeling is very good, very reassuring, like a person walking in the dark, suddenly groping for a rope that can guide her forward.

Regardless of whether the other end of the rope is light or darker, it is better to have a direction than a headless fly.

Patter

The lights are on.

With dim lights flooding the room, Zhao Xingyue just glanced at it and saw that there was something missing in this room compared to when he came last time.

All the memories of Shen's mother were put away, including a photo of a mother and daughter once placed on the TV cabinet.

As soon as she entered the house, Shen Qingwei fled into the kitchen. She felt her condition was weird, her heart beating wildly, and her cheeks could not stop flushing.

But thinking of Zhao Xingyue sitting in her own home, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but want to lift up.

There are not many dishes in the refrigerator. She said: "There are only tomatoes and eggs. Can I give you the following?"

"I also can."

Hearing the sound close at hand, Shen Qingwei turned her head quickly and found that Zhao Xingyue didn't know when she had walked behind her.

Her face turned red with a brush, and it was more red than the two tomatoes in her hand. She stammered: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, you can go to the living room and sit for a while, and it will be better soon."

"Is there anything I can help?" Zhao Xingyue made a gesture to roll up her sleeves.

Shen Qingwei helped her put it down, "No need, just wait and eat, I hope you don't dislike my craftsmanship, there is a TV in the living room, do I need to turn it on for you?"

Rejecting her request to help turn on the TV, Zhao Xingyue leaned on the door frame, watching Shen Qingwei's busy back.

She can't remember the last time someone cooked for her. There was a figure in her mind, which overlapped with Shen Qingwei's back in a trance.

Who is it?

It doesn't matter, Zhao Xingyue said to herself, it's all a long time in the past anyway.

Shen Qingwei felt that she was very strange today.

Zhao Xingyue's gaze made her feel uncomfortable, itchy, and her face was still hot.

She can only breathe deeply and carefully, forcing herself to calm down.

Don’t you just entertain your boss at home? What's so strange.

She couldn't help but want to turn her head to look at Zhao Xingyue. When she met her gaze, Zhao Xingyue would show a suspicious smile. Shen Qingwei turned her head, only feeling more confused.

"careful-"

A hand suddenly grabbed her hand from behind, and at the same time covered her with a soft body.

噗通—噗通—

The heart was beating violently, as if drinking three cans of espresso, and the whole mind was blank.

"What are you thinking about? It's about to be cut."

Hearing Zhao Xingyue's words, Shen Qingwei discovered that the kitchen knife in her hand had been put on her finger for some time.

Her face turned pale, Zhao Xingyue had already rolled up her sleeves and squeezed her away, "Okay, let me cut it, you beat the egg."

Shen Qingwei can't remember exactly how the next thing happened. Anyway, when she left, she had packed her luggage and followed Zhao Xingyue.

When she left the house, she came back to her senses and hesitated: "Mr. Zhao, is it not so good..."

Zhao Xingyue looked at her suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I live in your house, will you bother..."

Hearing that she was worried about this, Zhao Xingyue said indifferently: "Don't worry, I am alone in my house now, no one else is there. You don't have to worry that you are living in my house for nothing. You clean the house and the food is yours. Do it, repay the debt by labor, and issue rewards at the end of the year."

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Xingyue resorted to the ultimate move, "Do you really want to live with your cousin?"

Shen Qingwei shook her head like a rattle.

What's a joke, she is a girl in her twenties who lives with a man who is about to be thirty years old. Do you want to be innocent?

Help, help, she still wants fame.

Zhao Xingyue’s suggestion not only helped her return the favor smoothly, but also preserved her reputation. It also provided accommodations that were closer to home than at home. No matter how you looked at it, it was the best of all three methods.

She couldn't tell the reason for her refusal.

"That's not enough." Zhao Xingyue said, "Let's go, go back to the room you need to clean up by yourself, I won't help you, if you can't get up tomorrow, don't blame me for not waiting for you."

Shen Qingwei closed the door neatly and followed Zhao Xingyue, showing her attitude with actions.

Although Zhao Xingyue said she wanted Shen Qingwei to clean up the guest room by herself, there was nothing to clean up. With her cleanliness level, even the guest rooms that were not used frequently were cleaned up. Shen Qingwei moved in, but she just took her own clothes and private. Put the supplies in the place where they should be put, and spread the sheets and quilts by the way.

Zhao Xingyue’s real estate is in a high-end residential area. There is a 24-hour convenience store downstairs in the community. Before returning home, Zhao Xingyue directly asked Shen Qingwei to buy all the things that should be bought, so when he moved into Zhao’s house, Shen Qingwei didn't feel any inconvenience.

Lying on the bed, Shen Qingwei still felt that she was dreaming.

If it weren't for the time displayed on the phone that it had passed twelve, she would even think that everything now was just Cinderella's dream, and the fairy godmother made her dress and crystal shoes for her, which would disappear after twelve o'clock.

She recalled everything she had experienced during this time, and suddenly felt that it was not a terrible thing to meet Zhou Yongjia’s scumbag when she entered the Zhou clan. Without Zhou Yongjia’s unspoken rules for her, how could she have met Zhao Xingyue, and even more Don't say so much intersection with her...

She closed her eyes, her eyes filled with Zhao Xingyue's kindness to her.

Time and time again, she felt that Zhao Xingyue was like her own prince and rescued her from the evil dragon of life.

She clutched her chest, curled up into a ball, and slowly closed her eyes.

If all of this is a dream now, she hopes that this dream can be longer, and it's better to grow until she dies.

Zhao Xingyue didn't think it was such a great thing to bring people home.

She had this idea suddenly, the moment she ate the noodles made by Shen Qingwei.

It was a very ordinary bowl of tomato and egg noodles, with ordinary appearance and ordinary taste. It was delicious, but it was definitely not the top delicacy.

But at the moment of the entrance, a familiar feeling passed through Zhao Xingyue's heart.

She couldn't tell where this feeling came from, but she wanted to catch it.

Just as she had eaten the same bowl of noodles before.

…

The part-time job of life assistant did not make Shen Qingwei's life hectic, but made it easier.

After she lied in bed, she jumped up from the bed and realized that she was not living in a home that took more than an hour to go to work, but Zhao Xingyue's home, which was only a 10-minute drive away from the stairs.

She unscrewed the door and was about to prepare breakfast. The living room was empty, and it seemed that Zhao Xingyue hadn't woken up yet.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief... Living with the boss makes her somewhat nervous. If she gets up behind the boss, she always feels like she is behind the boss when she goes to work.

But soon she knew she was wrong...

On the balcony, a woman wearing a close-fitting yoga suit is projected onto the screen through the transparent glass window.

Shen Qingwei who heard Zhao Xingyue's voice almost bit her tongue, "Zhao, Zhao, when did you get up?"

"An hour ago." After doing a stretch, Zhao Xingyue got up from the yoga mat and put on slippers, "Do I need me to call you in the morning?"

An hour ago?

Shen Qingwei glanced at the phone stiffly with a smile. It was only a few minutes after 7 o'clock, meaning that Zhao Xingyue got up at 6 o'clock?

Zhao Xingyue glanced at the time, "Is it so late? Oh, I got up at half past five, it should be an hour and a half ago."

Shen Qingwei looked at Zhao Xingyue with her self-confident eyes. He didn't go to bed until two o'clock and got up at 5:30. The three-and-a-half hours of sleep can still be so energetic. Is the physical fitness of the current president so non-human?

"Stop teasing you," Zhao Xingyue smiled when the smile on her face was almost unsustainable, "I sleep less, just get used to it. When there are no special things, get ready before 7:30. Breakfast will do."

She blinked and Shen Qingwei let out a sigh of relief.

Her sleep time was saved.

When going to work, Shen Qingwei naturally walked with Zhao Xingyue.

"I don't go to the company every day. If I have something to do, you can just take a taxi, and the ticket will be reimbursed by me."

Shen Qingwei only promised to say that it would be fine to walk at this distance.

Zhao Xingyue rolled her eyes at her.

The car they got off together was naturally the company they came to together. Before joining the company, Shen Qingwei hadn't felt anything. After entering the company, the feeling of being on her back made her feel unnatural.

Not to mention that when Zhao Xingyue stopped to ask her whether to go home at noon and wait for her to notify, she felt that she was going to be staring at her behind her back.

When I turned my head, I saw the colleagues who were doing their own things and walking hurriedly, no one was surprised.

What she didn't know was that the current Zhao Xingyue fan support group had already exploded because of a secret photo of her and Zhao Xingyue.