Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

After seeing Father Qiao off, Zhou Shen took a sip of the cold coffee, flipped through the document that Father Qiao brought in his hand, and threw it back with a frown.

It was a little too rough.

Just as he put down the coffee, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure on the stairs from the corner of his eye.

Qiao Yi didn't know when he went downstairs, so he was wearing pajamas, the collar was not fully buttoned, and it was open from the collarbone to the chest, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin, which was still light pink, It seemed that he had just got up from the bed, and even his face was red.

Qiao Yi lay on the stairs, cautiously sticking out half of her head toward the door, as if to confirm whether Father Qiao had really left.

Probably aware of Zhou Shen's gaze, he retracted his head and looked at Zhou Shen, his eyes were still innocent, his mouth was slightly opened, and he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips.

Zhou Shen's fingers stuck to the cold coffee cup without moving.

Qiao Yi had already come down the stairs and jumped to his side like a little rabbit. She couldn't see the weakness when she was lying on the hospital bed a few days ago. Although the bruise on the back of her hand was not healed, her spirit very good.

Qiao Yi picked up the pillow next to Zhou Shen, sat next to Zhou Shen, blinked and asked him, "He's gone."

Recovered by his call, Zhou Shen hummed.

Qiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't actually afraid of meeting Father Qiao face to face.Although he didn't like the way Father Qiao got along with Yuanshen, and he couldn't understand that Father Qiao never gave Yuanshen any care and love after remarriage, but what he was really afraid of was that Father Qiao was Yuanshen's after all. The biological father is a relative of flesh and blood, but he is no longer the original body.

Zhou Shen rolled his eyelids and rarely asked, "Why don't you want to see him?"

Qiao Yi didn't expect him to ask, grabbed a corner of the pillow and pulled out a small strip, looked at Zhou Shen with a bit of blank eyes, and whispered: "Because I don't like him."

In comparison, even Zhou Shen, a stranger, was better than Qiao's father to Yuan.

Qiao Yi knew that he and Yuan Shen were not alone, and he shouldn't have such negative emotions towards someone he had never gotten along with, but he couldn't control his emotions a little bit.

Qiao Yi rested her chin on the pillow and unconsciously continued to grab a corner of the pillow, lowered her eyebrows, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhou Shen withdrew his gaze and hummed.

He and Qiao Yi haven't reached the point where they need to ask each other's family thoroughly.

But judging from Qiao Yi's current attitude, what grandpa said about Qiao Yi and his parents was probably true.

The relationship between Qiao Yi and Qiao's father is not good.

But Qiao Yi moved her butt, and suddenly moved to a place very close to Zhou Shen, almost touching Zhou Shen's arm with her arm, and could still smell the scent of shower gel on his body.

Zhou Shen straightened his back in an instant, and saw Qiao Yi's chin sunk in the soft pillow, looking up at him, muttering aggrievedly: "He even froze my card."

Otherwise he wouldn't be so poor.

Can't even afford a hotel.

Qiao Yi just complained casually. He had other things to do when he came downstairs. Before Zhou Shen could react, he held up the phone in front of Zhou Shen. The grievance on his face was replaced by a smile, and his face changed very quickly.

He pointed to the phone screen: "Does it look good?"

Following his fingers, Zhou Shen saw himself on the screen of Qiao Yi's phone.

A picture of myself sleeping.

Qiao Yi's photography skills are very good, even the light is just right.

What is Qiao Yi doing secretly filming herself?

For a moment, Zhou Shen felt that his breathing stopped, and Qiao Yi asked him: "Can I draw this? Brother Zhou Shen?"

Qiao Yi was full of admiration for this photo: "I like this photo very much."

"I thought it would be perfect for turning into a painting."

Qiao Yi pursed her lips as she spoke, "I never drew this kind of painting before."

Zhou Shen didn't know when he was talking about before. As far as he knew, Qiao Yi didn't draw at all, but the design drawing that Qiao Yi drew last time exceeded his imagination.

He barely thought and said, "Yeah."

After getting the answer she wanted, Qiao Yi hugged Zhou Shen's arm, and subconsciously rubbed her cheek against his arm, as if coquettishly: "You are the best."

Zhou Shen was stiff all over.

After a while, the ears turned red and hot at a strange speed.

Realizing that she seemed to have done something again, Qiao Yi quickly let go of the other party, pursed her lips and hugged the pillow.

But this time, Zhou Shen didn't look at him with the same strange eyes as before. He stared at Zhou Shen's red ears curiously, but Zhou Shen didn't show anything on his face. Instead, he changed the subject, " It's Grandpa's birthday next week, and your father will also be there."

"I'll see him."

Qiao Yi said softly, and was immediately distracted, her joy was diluted, she pursed her lips and lay on the pillow, "Then what should I do."

On that occasion, it is inevitable to deal with the other party.

"Just stay with me." Zhou Shen took a sip of the cold and bitter coffee, feeling that the heat had faded a lot, "Anyway, when the time comes, we need to...pretend in front of outsiders."

Although he and Qiao Yi agreed to get married, no one else knew about it.

Grandpa is getting old, and his only wish is to hope that he can find someone who suits him, although I still don't know why grandpa chose Qiao Yi.

Zhou Shen used to disdain to do such superficial things. He and Qiao Yi had a bad relationship, so no matter how much he pretended, it would be useless.

But now Qiao Yi changed.

Qiao Yi tilted her head towards him, seemed to understand what he meant, and nodded with a hum, "Is it like the last time I went to see your friend?"

He said, grabbed Zhou Shen's hand, put it on his waist just like he did when he saw Lin Yan last time, and patted Zhou Shen's stiff fingers, letting him hug his waist, although he was still afraid I shrank back itchyly, but I was mentally prepared, and I didn't hide like last time.

He leaned his head lightly on Zhou Shen's shoulder, squinted his eyes and asked, "Should I call you husband like last time?"

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