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Chapter 1800

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Murong Qianqian paused for a moment. She glanced at the candied plum between her long fingers and bit into it.

At least he still had a conscience. He knew that the medicine was bitter and had prepared candied plum for her.

Ji Zuo sat at the side with his legs crossed. He looked at Murong Qianqian, who was sitting there.

Murong Qianqian asked, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Ji Zuo held her hand. "Third Miss is pretty. Can't I?"

Murong Qianqian glanced at Ji Zuo. "You're such a sweet talker."

Ji Zuo's eyes darkened. "I ate candies today. It's so sweet. "

Murong Qianqian blushed. "…"

How did she turn into candies?

Ji Zuo looked at Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian lay down on the bed, bit by bit.

Ji Zuo said, "Sleep with me at night."

Murong Qianqian paused and looked at Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo said, "It's comfortable to hug you."

Murong Qianqian complained, "I'm not a bolster."

Ji Zuo asked in a low voice, "Can you hug me every day from now on?"

Murong Qianqian couldn't help but remind him, "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Ji Zuo's eyes were dark. "I'll just hug you and not do anything else."

Murong Qianqian mumbled, "That's not good either."

Ji Zuo asked, "How is it not good?"

Murong Qianqian said, "My dad is still in the room opposite."

Ji Zuo asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid that he will know?"

Murong Qianqian nodded.

Ji Zuo said, "You think he won't know?"

Murong Qianqian froze and looked at Ji Zuo.

Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "When I brought you into the room, he was standing in front of the window, looking over here."

Murong Qianqian's face instantly turned red.

Ji Zuo looked at her face and said nothing.

Murong Qianqian took a deep breath and calmed down for a few seconds. Then, she began to search her clothes. She searched for a long time, but she couldn't find it.

Ji Zuo glanced at the floor near the door, picked up a few pieces of cloth, and threw them on the bed.

Murong Qianqian glanced at him. "Are you a beast?"

Ji Zuo said in a low voice, "The quality of the clothes is too poor."

Murong Qianqian, "…"

She stared at Ji Zuo for a long time.

Ji Zuo looked at Murong Qianqian. "I'll go to your room and get your clothes."

Murong Qianqian nodded.

What else could she do?

She couldn't go out naked, could she?

Ji Zuo went out of the room, closed the door, and stood outside to smoke.

Murong Qianqian looked at his back view.

Why was he standing outside the door?

Could it be that he was burning with desire again?

It couldn't be, right?

Ji Zuo smoked two cigarettes before he went to Murong Qianqian's temporary room. He found a set of clothes and brought it over.

Murong Qianqian glanced at it, put one hand under the blanket, and shrunk under it.

Ji Zuo stood by the side, watching her squirming under the blanket with a dark gaze. He looked away. "Third Miss is suddenly a little too reserved. I'm not used to it."

Murong Qianqian was about to put on her clothes when she froze. "You're suddenly not being reserved. I'm not used to it either."

Ji Zuo lit a cigarette. "We'll get used to it in the future."

Murong Qianqian, "…"

She put on her clothes silently. After she was done, she crawled out from under the blanket and glanced at Ji Zuo. He was already well-dressed. If he were to put on his own face, he would look like a beast in human clothing!

It was just that with such a sincere and honest mask on his face, he didn't look like that at all.

Just as she was lost in thought, her cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was Murong Yu, Murong Qianqian froze for a moment and picked up the call. "Brother, what's up?"

Murong Yu's face was extremely gloomy. He was standing next to a potted plant that he had kicked to the side.

The ceramic pot was broken, and the soil inside the potted plant was scattered to the side.

Murong Qianqian said, "Brother?"

Murong Yu came back to his senses and took a light breath. "Qianqian, do you prefer a Western-style wedding or a Chinese-style wedding?"

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