Jing Xiao narrowed his eyes, and stared at her with his dark eyes, his eyes sharp and cold, "I said, you can move here, but this is my home, you made it like this It looks like I don’t feel very comfortable.”
It was already cold in December, and even in a heated room, Tang Muzhi felt chilly when he stared at her like this. In addition, his words at this moment made her even colder, making her shiver.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was low, filled with apology and fear, as if a little bird was being stared at by a bird of prey and felt the threat of death.
She suddenly realized that she should report to him when she was doing these things. She would indeed be a little angry if her territory was suddenly invaded.
But he just said that this is his home.
Yes, this house belonged to him. It turned out that even after getting married and moving out of her stepfather's house, she still lived a life of dependence on others.
Jing Xiao stared at her aggrieved face, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. He recalled what he had just said, and it seemed that it was a bit too much.
He suddenly realized that he should not over-restrain this little thing who was only 21 years old, and should not force her to live a boring and boring life like him. He should not say that this was his home, and he should not let her Don't mess around.
After a few seconds, he softened his tone and said, "Sorry, I just don't eat these things myself, so I can't accept it for a while. Don't worry, you can eat it if you want. I have no objection."
Hearing this, Tang Muzhi was obviously a little surprised. She looked up at him, then pursed her lips and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I should have told you in advance."
"It's okay." He sighed, stood up from the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and said slowly, "And... this home was mine before, but from now on, it belongs to you and me. .”
His words made Tang Muzhi feel as if the room had become warm again.
On this cold night, he finally said something that made her feel slightly warm.
They just looked at each other, with a hint of indescribable complexity in their eyes. This complexity was like a weak flame, shining little by little in the darkness.
A few seconds later, Jing Xiao walked past her and left the living room.
Tang Muzhi looked at his back and asked with concern: "Mr. Jing, do you want a midnight snack? I'll cook something for you."
Jing Xiao paused when he reached the door of the bedroom, and then asked coldly: "What are you cooking? The instant noodles on your table?"
She choked for a moment and didn't know how to answer. After all, there seemed to be nothing else in this house except potato chips, spicy strips and instant noodles on the coffee table.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Jing Xiao sneered, and then said: "Button your pajamas and go to bed early."
His words revealed a man's unique protectiveness and possessiveness. As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
Hearing this, Tang Mu Zhi glanced down sharply, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she fastened the buttons in a panic, muttering: "Why are you saying it now? Won't everyone be seen?"
Although they are now husband and wife, this kind of thing needs to be done step by step, so she still felt a little uncomfortable, so she decided to eat something to distract her attention.
Half an hour later, Jing Xiao came out of the bedroom.
At this time, Tang Muzhi was sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa, eating instant noodles, and even put on a variety show with the meal.
When she saw him, she looked a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.
Jing Xiao walked to the dining table and poured a glass of water, smiled softly, and said gently: "Eat it, I just said it, I have no objection."
Hearing his words, Tang Muzhi lowered his head slightly, with a blush on his face, and explained: "I was originally going to go back to the room to eat, but I was afraid that the smell in the bedroom wouldn't escape."
"No, you can eat here and go to bed early after eating." Jing Xiao said softly, then walked to the sofa, picked up the remote control, turned down the TV volume, glanced at her, and said, " I’m a light sleeper.”
"Oh." She responded blankly.
Seeing him turn around and walk to the room, she kindly invited him again, "Are you really not going to eat something?"
"I don't eat late-night snacks." After saying this, the door was closed with a bang.
Tang Muzhi smiled awkwardly and stared blankly at the closed door for a long time. Only when he was sure that he would not come out again did he look back and continue to eat instant noodles and watch the variety show.
After eating and drinking, she put away the trash, then went back to the bedroom, washed herself again, and then lay down on the bed.
That night, she didn't sleep well, and her dreams were so complicated that she couldn't distinguish them.
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and scattered on the bedroom floor.
Last night, Tang Muzhi slept a little late, so she naturally woke up late.
Although she didn't feel angry to get up, she still stayed in bed for a while.
It was New Year's Day these days, so she was finally able to relax, and she had nothing to do today. Naturally, she wanted to sleep until she woke up naturally. After all, when the New Year's Day holiday was over, she would have to go back to school and get busy.
At around nine o'clock, Tang Muzhi lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, because she felt that Jing Xiao should not be at home by this time.
She stepped on the floor with her bare feet, walked to the window and opened the curtains. In an instant, the dazzling light hit her. She stretched out her hand to block it, squinted her eyes and looked outside, stretched again, and then Turned around and left the bedroom.
When she went out, she saw that Jing Xiao's door was open a crack, and it seemed that he had gotten up and went out.
But when she walked to the living room, she found a man with a slender and straight back standing on the balcony.
Jing Xiao's back was facing the room, one hand was supporting the railing, the other was holding a cigarette, and his eyes seemed to be looking into the distance.
Tang Mu Zhi was stunned for two seconds, glanced at his pajamas, then slowly turned around and walked back to the bedroom.
Because her footsteps were so light, Jing Xiao didn't notice them.
By the time she finished changing her clothes and tidying up, Jing Xiao had already come in from the balcony and was sitting on the sofa looking at the iPad in her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Jing." Tang Muzhi greeted him with a smile.
He raised his eyes and glanced at her, saying indifferently: "It's getting late."
Hearing this, Tang Muzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing. Then he walked to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door and took out a bottle of mineral water.
"It's not good to drink ice in the morning." He said suddenly.
Tang Muzhi opened the lid for a moment, looked sideways at him, said oh, then put the water back into the refrigerator, turned around and took the room temperature water from the table and poured a glass.
After taking a few sips, she realized something was wrong. Didn't this person say last night that he had no objection to her eating habits? What's happening now? Sleep and forget again?
"There is breakfast in the kitchen. You can heat it up and eat it yourself." Jing Xiao still didn't look at her and just continued.
She glanced in the direction of the kitchen and then shook her head, "I'm not used to having breakfast."
Before at her stepfather's house, she had no choice but to get up early to have breakfast every day in order to cope with her mother. After all, she felt that nothing was more attractive than a warm bed in the morning.
Jing Xiao frowned and glanced at her lightly, but said nothing more.
He knew that he should not have any additional requirements for Tang Mu Zhi, and should respect her choices and decisions and let her live the life she wanted. Even if that life was not good, at least she would be comfortable and happy.
One of them eats late-night snacks and doesn't like breakfast, and the other doesn't eat late-night snacks and wants breakfast. They are really not from the same world.
Tang Muzhi bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to ask, "Mr. Jing...don't you have to work today?"
"Rest." He said two words lightly.
The atmosphere became awkward inexplicably. Tang Muzhi hurriedly found a topic and said, "Did you make breakfast yourself?"
Jing Xiao put down the iPad in his hand, looked at her with raised eyebrows, and asked, "Do you think I can spread eggs with my bare hands?"
The implication of his words was that he couldn't cook because there were no kitchen utensils in the kitchen.
He has only come to this house twice since he bought it, once to bring some clothes, and once back last night. Even when he bought the house, he never came up to take a look, so the things in the house, Almost all are taken care of by Shi Qian.
As for the kitchen, Shi Qian probably knew that his time was precious and he was busy and had no time to cook, so he omitted to buy kitchen utensils.
Even today's breakfast was sent by Shi Qian. He would not go downstairs to buy it himself.
The topic was chatted to death again. Tang Mu Zhizhi twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing more.
She really felt that she was stupid for asking such a question. When she moved in yesterday, she knew that his kitchen was as clean as new. Besides, he looked like the kind of person who didn't cook.
The two were quiet for a moment, and it seemed like the only sound in the room was their breathing.
After a long time, Tang Muzhi took the initiative to speak, and asked in a nervous voice: "Then, do you need me to cook for you from now on?"
"You know how to cook?" Jing Xiao was a little surprised and snorted, but did not refuse or agree immediately.
She pursed her thin lips and continued: "I will make something simple."
Jing Xiao was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No, I will do it when I have time. You have to go to school every day, so there is no need to waste time on such things."
"Oh." She responded in a low voice, feeling really surprised.
He can actually cook? He also said just now that he would cook it when he has time in the future. Is it cooking for himself?
Jing Xiao saw her strange mood, thinking that he didn't have to go to the company this morning anyway, so he had nothing to do, so he just chatted with her for a while, "Can you..."
"Ah?" She looked at him doubtfully, her expression was blank, and she was inexplicably cute.
Jing Xiao paused for a few seconds, looked away, and continued: "Can you stop standing there, this is your home, come and sit."
"Oh." She responded obediently, then walked over and sat down on the sofa next to him.
