Chapter 191 I'll use your excuse to give myself a meal
The girl shivered slightly due to the cold air outside, and the man saw it. Shang Jianghan took off his black down jacket and put it on the girl.

The familiar woody scent and warm body temperature immediately calmed Shen Chaoxi's restless heart that had been restless all night.

Being protected too well, Shen Chaoxi felt that his heart had become extremely fragile recently, and his emotions were also firmly tied to this person.

When Sister Liu was about to return to her room, she heard Shen Chaoxi ask, "Have you had dinner?"

She's a little hungry.

"I'm a little hungry, what can I eat?"

Shang Jianghan's eyes drifted towards Sister Liu.

Without waiting for Mrs. Liu to reply, Shen Chaoxi spoke first.

"Mrs. Liu, take a rest. I'll do it. I made beef soup for lunch. Can I make you a bowl of noodles?"

The second half of the sentence was directed at Shang Jianghan.

Mrs. Liu nodded and walked into the room tactfully.

Due to an emergency, Mrs. Liu lives in the villa and she is not usually here at night.

It's normal for young couples to have some little hobbies, and they certainly don't want to be disturbed under their noses.

A bowl of noodles, served in five minutes.

Shen Chaoxi served himself half a bowl.

Shang Jianghan did not go to the second floor to change clothes. He took off his coat directly and only wore a smoky gray shirt. The collar had been unbuttoned and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms in a neat manner. The cold and tight wrist muscles were clearly visible, making the expensive steel watch on his left wrist lose its color.

Shang Jianghan came out after washing his hands and smelled a fresh fragrance of scallion and sesame oil.

The most common noodle soup is made with egg noodles from a popular brand in the supermarket, but Shen Chaoxi likes thin noodles, which are round, distinct and chewy.

The girl first took a spoon and scooped half a spoonful of soup, blew it a few times with her pink lips, gently sipped it, and then uttered an exaggerated sound of praise.

Shang Jianghan looked at her with a faint smile. The noodle soup in front of him was not even one ten-thousandth as delicious as the girl's.

"Actually, I was hungry, so I took advantage of your excuse to have a meal!"

Shen Chaoxi admitted it very honestly, with her eyebrows raised coquettishly, making the man beside her laugh.

He reached out and pinched her straight nose, which was shining white under the light.

"Is that enough? I'll give you half a bowl."

"That's enough. You can't eat more. I had a steak tonight."

Speaking of dinner, Shen Chaoxi couldn't help feeling a little sad. In order to tease Shen Yueyue, she ordered the most expensive Wagyu beef. In fact, it was far less enjoyable than a home-cooked meal.

Knowing that Shen Chaoxi went to see Shen Yueyue, Shang Jianghan lowered his head to eat and asked casually: "How is it?"

Shen Chaoxi didn't want to say more, as Shen Yueyue was too disgusting.

"I'll lend you her for two days. I'll ask her to leave Beijing. If she doesn't leave by then, I'll have her thrown out!" There was a hint of arrogance in his tone.

It seems that he is very angry!

"it is good."

The noodles tasted pretty good, so Shen Chaoxi took a bite and put down his chopsticks.

"It makes me sick. I don't want to eat anymore!"

Shang Jianghan finished the noodles in his bowl in three bites and drank the soup out of courtesy.

"If you don't want to see her, just ask Lao Zhao to find someone to do it. Why bother letting this matter affect your mood?"

Shen Yueyue quickly brought the topic to a close. Shen Chaoxi stood up to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by a big hand.

"I come."

Well, Shen Chaoxi had already taken a bath and didn't plan to take another one. She yawned, and tears filled her eyes.

Then, in the misty vision, Shen Chaoxi actually saw Shang Jianghan picked up the half bowl of noodles she had left and ate it mouthful by mouthful in a very polite manner.

My cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Half an hour later, Shang Jianghan finished his shower, lifted the quilt and went to bed. Shen Chaoxi was now awake, with the duvet covering his shoulders, his hands on his stomach, twisting his fingers.

Seeing the man lying down and turning off the headlights, leaving only a dim wall lamp, Shen Chaoxi moved towards the source of heat.

"Teacher Shang, how's it going over there?"

The man held the girl in his arms, his big hands slid along her spine habitually, his breath spraying over her head.

The faint smell of mint aftershave, mixed with the familiar woody scent, aggressively penetrated into the nasal cavity and entered the lungs.

"I woke up for a while, signed the contract, and then became confused again. I guess it will only last for the next two days."

The man's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about someone unimportant.

Shen Chaoxi had an unkind idea. If the situation at this time was not with Mr. Bai but with Mr. Shang, it would probably be very different.

"Should I go see him?" Shen Chaoxi asked casually as he felt sleepy.

The man lowered his eyes, and the corner of his mouth brushed across the girl's smooth forehead, and he stayed there for a moment.

Shen Chaoxi doesn't like the smell of perfume, and even chooses the lightest orchid scent for shower gel, which gives people a clean and clear feeling, just like her.

Before Shang Jianghan could think it over, his private cell phone suddenly rang.

In the quiet bedroom, the sound was infinitely amplified, and Shen Chaoxi's sleepiness was instantly broken.

A private phone call at this time is not a good thing.

They both sat up at the same time and the bedside lamp was turned on.

Shang Jianghan frowned, glanced at the caller ID, and quickly picked up the phone.

In just a dozen seconds, Shang Jianghan stood up as he hung up the phone.

"Grandpa is gone. I'm going to the hospital."

Shen Chaoxi tried to stand up, but was held down by the man who had returned.

"Don't go over there, it's a mess over there. Once it's cleaned up, I'll have someone pick you up. It'll probably be tomorrow afternoon, so you can catch up on your sleep."

Shen Chaoxi nodded, but she still stood up.

"I'll find you some clothes."

Shang Jianghan looked at her for a moment and nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, Shang Jianghan, dressed in black, was escorted out of the bedroom door.

Five minutes later, two cars drove out of the villa courtyard one after another.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Shen Chaoxi looked through the light green glass at the car headlights outside that flashed for a moment and then retreated further and further away.

The rows of street lamps in the courtyard emitted faint lights, and sparse snowflakes passed through them silently.

A snow fell quietly, and by the next morning, it was getting heavier.

When the servants in the villa woke up early in the morning, they heard one after another that the old man of the Bai family had passed away. Regardless of their purpose, their expressions became much more restrained.

In the morning, Shen Chaoxi received a call from Shang Jianghan, saying that Mr. Bai had been transported home from the hospital and the funeral would be held at the Bai family villa. He asked Shen Chaoxi to go there at three o'clock in the afternoon and a car would pick him up.

Knowing that the other party was busy, Shen Chaoxi took the time to call him to reassure himself. He did not ask any more questions and replied, "I know. Remember to eat." Then he hung up the phone.

After breakfast, Shen Chaoxi returned to the bedroom and found a taupe sweater and a black cotton jacket in the cloakroom, and matched them with a pair of black jeans with a woolen lining.

She took out her clothes in advance, put them on the sofa and went into the bathroom.

The hair needed some care, so Shen Chaoxi planned to comb it up and put it behind his head, at least to make himself look more dignified.

As far as the eye can see, the dirty clothes basket contains the dirty clothes that Shang Jianghan took off last night, including a pair of smoky-brown underwear in the very corner.

Shen Chaoxi's heart seemed to be hit by something.

She usually doesn't pay attention to it. There is a special person responsible for cleaning the room every day, but she actually overlooked this point.

You actually let your aunt wash your and Shang Jianghan’s very private clothes every day?
Thinking of this, Shen Chaoxi's face became hot, she felt a little ashamed and angry, but also very self-blaming. She quickly picked out the clothes, found some laundry detergent and started to wash them.

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