Chapter 327: Chapter 232 I Want to Wear a Double Fork
Ziyan was washing his white shirt, but her gaze kept falling on those black boxers.
It’s said that washing a man’s underwear is embarrassing, but what made Ziyan blush even more was that the man, now, aside from a bath towel, had nothing else on his body.
She washed them carefully, and when she took them out to hang, he was resting his hands on the sofa, his eyes on her: “Done washing?”
Ziyan just glanced at him, nodded, then quickly looked away and opened the glass door of the balcony. The wind gushed in.
As she hung each piece of clothing and looked at the heavy rain outside and then at the still-dripping clothes, she guessed they probably wouldn’t dry by tomorrow…
If it really doesn’t work out, she didn’t know what to do.
She’d think about it when the time comes; he should have some solutions.
Planning to walk past him into the room, she realized something was amiss. After all, he was a guest in the house, and moreover, he wasn’t exposing much wrapped in a blanket.
Ziyan still stopped, asking him: “Aren’t you cold?”
Su Yuecheng looked at her and asked, “What can you do if I am cold? Will you sleep with me?”
Ziyan staggered in fright, dared not to continue the conversation, and hurriedly ducked into her room.
Su Yuecheng smiled, took a deep comfortable breath, and snuggled deeper into the sofa.
The narrow sofa, though somewhat cramped for him, felt unusually comfortable.
During the night, Ziyan got up twice to make formula milk for Dudu, and he didn’t sit idle either, helping to hold the crying Dudu.
Ziyan, seeing him wrapped only in a bath towel around his lower body, had to keep her eyes fixed on Dudu’s face.
The little one chewed on the pacifier and played with the bottle, her eyes bright and alert in the middle of the night, looking at Su Yuecheng holding her.
Her expressions were somewhat mischievously cute.
“The daughter doesn’t look much like you,” he said.
Ziyan awkwardly smiled: Nian’nian said the same.
Su Yuecheng fell silent, gazing at Dudu, thinking the daughter actually resembled him more. If Ziyan saw his photos from when he was a child, she might even find it fascinating.
Yet this secret, he didn’t know how long he could keep it.
He didn’t want to disrupt this tranquility.
The next morning, Dudu unexpectedly woke up very early, and moreover, without crying. Her round little body climbed onto Ziyan, murmuring her own language, waking Ziyan up.
Glancing at the time, it was indeed about time to get up.
Sitting up, she looked outside the window. The rain seemed to have fallen all night, now reduced to a drizzle, leaving small puddles on the ground.
She picked up Dudu and walked outside; the man on the sofa also opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at them: “Up so early?”
Ziyan nodded, then walked out to the balcony to feel the clothes she washed last night, indeed, they hadn’t dried.
Turning to go back inside, she noticed him standing by the door, couldn’t help but reach out to hold the adorable Dudu and asked, “Not dry?”
Ziyan nodded: “What should we do?”
Ziyan thought he would suggest calling someone to bring something, but instead he said, “It’s alright, I’m not in a hurry to leave.”
Ziyan uncomfortably glanced at him, thinking that even if he’s not going out, he can’t go all day without [underwear]…
He didn’t seem bothered, but she found it too awkward to look directly.
“Your hospital doesn’t need you?”
Su Yuecheng shook his head: “I’m off these few days.”
“Then you sleep a bit more, I’ll take Dudu out to buy breakfast. What would you like to eat?”
Su Yuecheng, holding Dudu, said, “Buy whatever you like, I’ll eat the same, and Dudu can stay home with me.”
Ziyan looked, Dudu seemed quite well-behaved in his arms, not fussy or a stranger to him, her little hands on his face, babbling away.
After Ziyan washed up and changed her clothes, she left the house.
Actually, buying breakfast was just an excuse; the main purpose was to buy clothes for him.
The commercial district wasn’t far, and since the rain had lessened, Ziyan walked there under an umbrella.
At seven in the morning, there was quite a bit of traffic, so Ziyan hadn’t noticed the car that had started following her at some point.
Inside the car, the driver carefully reminded, “President Tang, this isn’t the road…”
In the passenger seat, the man, his gaze on the woman holding the blue umbrella, stubbornly said, “Just follow her!”
The driver had no choice but to comply, driving slowly.
Arriving at the commercial street, the woman walked and stopped along the street, seemingly looking for something.
“President Tang… we can’t park here…”
Tang Shaosheng was silent for two seconds, then ordered, “Open the door.”
Picking up the backseat’s black umbrella, he opened the car door, stepped out, and told the driver, “Find a place to park and wait.”
Holding the umbrella, he walked far behind her.