The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 399 414: That Familiar Breath (6)

After coldly throwing down an order, the man was already walking upstairs in plush slippers, leaving Wen Jiayi with a determined back.

Looking at the lonely and resolute man, she moved her lips slightly, and finally lowered her head, swallowed some words, turned and walked to the kitchen.

Every person living in the human world, as long as they are familiar with each other, as long as there is an intersection, there will inevitably be some things that cannot be known by outsiders.

Like, those two idiots of them.

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The moment she opened her eyes, Song Manxi unexpectedly found that the place she was in was actually a villa of Huajun Real Estate.

With one hand propped on the bed, she sat up. The hangover gave her a splitting headache and her throat was hoarse and painful.

She breathed a sigh of relief silently, rubbed her messy hair, and couldn't remember anything about her drunken fragments last night.

On the bedside table is a celadon bowl with flower carvings, and inside it lies a spoon made of white jade with a crested head.

This set of tableware was ordered by Song Manxi when buying kitchen utensils, and only Wen Jiayi, who accompanied him from the beginning to the end, knew about it.

She took the empty bowl and smelt it, and it turned out to be hangover soup. She was so drunk last night, how did Wen Jiayi let herself drink it?
Putting the bowl back, putting on the fur slippers beside the bed, Song Manxi walked to the French windows and opened the layered curtains.

With a swish sound, the rising sun rustled in, and the dust was flying.

She stretched her waist, and the warm sunshine revealed vitality.

The smell in the room, under the sunshine, made her slightly frowned.

Her eyes were clear for a moment, she turned her head suddenly, sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose, paused for only two seconds, and then rushed out immediately, her steps were messy, and the whole villa rang when she went down the stairs.

"Brother Jun Xiao, brother Jun Xiao... Is it you, is it you back?" She walked down the stairs, calling that familiar name all the way.

Her heart was beating almost out of her atrium. She was both afraid and looking forward to it. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, making her want to cry.

However, her expectations were completely dashed when Wen Jiayi pushed open the door of the downstairs guest room and came out in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.

"Manxi, you're in a panic early in the morning, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jiayi stared sleepily at her standing on the last step of the stairs, and asked puzzledly.

After a pause, Song Manxi recovered her voice: "Jiayi, did you send me back here?"

Wen Jiayi rubbed her neck: "Yeah, you don't even know, you were drunk and yelled to come back here last night, and you were unwilling to take you back to the apartment. In the end, I can only take you brought it here."

Song Manxi really didn't know what she looked like when she was drunk. While annoyed at her gaffe, she also asked about the familiar smell in the room.

"So, last night, was there anyone..." She stopped at this point, Wen Jiayi kept guarding, would she not know if anyone came in?

If brother Jun Xiao came back, she would definitely tell her as soon as possible.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jiayi wondered.

Song Manxi changed the question again: "Uh, well, I just want to ask, there is a very faint smell of peppermint perfume in my room, do you know what's going on?"

"Oh, you said that." Wen Jiayi acted as if she had suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)