The wealthy and wealthy petite wife

Chapter 6 Five Years Later (2)
Even with all the mental preparations, Zitong was still stunned when he entered the main hall of the Shangguan family mansion. A dining table that could seat more than 30 people was full of people, and the person sitting at the front of the big table was Shangguan Lei, the most powerful person in the Shangguan family, was surrounded by familiar figures, but they were all people whose names and identities Zitong could not tell. Go to her own room, just for one night, and tomorrow she can go back to enjoy herself for another month, quietly hoping that no one will see her, but the sky will not let her wish.

As soon as his feet touched the stairs, a familiar but unfamiliar voice sounded from behind: "Tong'er."

Shangguan Ziqi's voice was a little excited, it was Tong'er, and he would not admit it wrong even if it was from behind. There was a surprised smile on the face where there was no smile.

The familiar voice, the warm smile, the eyes behind the glasses are full of excitement, it's my brother, my brother is back, he's back, at that moment Zitong really wants to step forward and hug her brother, even if it's just for a minute or a second Okay, but she couldn't. Putting away her complicated emotions, Zitong called out calmly: "Brother."

It was still the calmness of five years ago, still the same indifference, still the slightly fearful expression, still the indifference of everything around her and her indifference, Shangguan Ziqi took two steps forward with distress, stretched She stretched out her arms and hugged Zitong silently.

Unexpectedly, her brother would hug her suddenly, Zitong immediately reflexively wanted to break free, but the next moment she heard a voice next to her ear and stopped struggling: "Tong'er, just let my brother hug me for a while."

From the perspective that no one can see, Shangguan Ziqi's eyes were full of disappointment, but the joy of seeing his sister again diluted all the unhappiness. Letting go of the person in his arms, Ziqi touched Zitong's slightly cold hands He said displeasedly: "Tong'er, why are your hands so cold?"

Surprised by his brother's words, Shangguan Zitong's eyes behind his glasses showed a trace of complicated emotions, and then his tone was no longer so lifeless, and he held his beautiful big hand with his backhand: "My brother's hand is not very cold, but it is still so beautiful."

Surprised by his sister's sudden change, Shangguan Ziqi happily took Zitong's hand and slowly walked towards the dining table. Regardless of other people's eyes, he placed Zitong on his own seat, and then added a seat beside him. Searching in memory, I picked up a lot of Zitong's favorites and put them in the empty bowl in front of Zitong: "Tong'er, you haven't had dinner yet, come and eat some, these are all your favorites, you look thin."

She has always liked a quiet posture, but the gazes from all around made her feel very uncomfortable. She could only lower her head and eat the food in the bowl quietly. The dishes in the bowl were still increasing, Zitong could only say: "My brother has enough, I can't fit it in the bowl."

Only then did Shangguan Ziqi realize that Zitong's bowls had been piled up into a hill, and some even fell onto the table, so he stopped adding vegetables to her bowl, but his eyes were still on Zitong: "Tonger, you You're too thin, eat more." I couldn't hide the joy and distress in my words.

(End of this chapter)