Lu Rong shook his head. In the quiet corridor, his handsome face had a hint of irony. It was as if the perfect mask had been taken off, revealing an ugly crack.

"Actually, I hope they never show up in front of me."

Xu Xizhou looked at him with some surprise, "You...Aren't you afraid that I will tell others these words?"

"You won't." Lu Rong hooked the corner of his mouth and walked past him with a very soft voice.

"Because...you and I are the same kind of person."

This is probably the most tormenting New Year for Xu Xizhou.

Early the next morning, Lu Rong's adoptive father and mother came along with two bags of local specialties. Looking at the simple smiles and restrained expressions on their faces, Xu Xizhou really couldn't help but resent them. In any case, they were the ones who picked him up in the wilderness and saved him from death.

At the New Year's Eve dinner, Xu Xizhou was absent-minded and played cards with the two old people for a while, then he went back to the bedroom.

The children who lived in the villa next door set off fireworks in the open space. Sitting on the bay window, watching the fireworks blooming in the night sky, he suddenly felt very lonely.

This does not belong to his home, nor does it belong to his relatives, he is sitting here, obviously an outsider, but still has to force a smile.

When he looked out the window in a trance, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Zhuang Jingchun.

"Has the gift been sent?"

"It was sent out, and they quite liked it, except for my adoptive father."

"That's good, don't forget physical training when you return to China, you can't slack off."

"Got it. By the way, remember to say Happy New Year to my uncle and aunt."

"Well. I won't greet your adoptive parents, lest they have a bad year."

Xu Xizhou laughed softly, his originally heavy heart was much lighter. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Lu Rong stood at the door with a plate of fruit.

"They are all watching the Spring Festival Gala, won't you go down?"

Xu Xizhou shook his head, "Look, I plan to go to bed early."

Lu Rong glanced at the phone in his hand, Xu Xizhou had been listless all day, but now there was a smile in his dark eyes, as if he had just finished chatting with someone.

There were some subtle, strange emotions in the depths of his chest that he couldn't even notice.

"Are you chatting with your boyfriend?"

Xu Xizhou's expression changed slightly, and he looked at him with some vigilance.

"It doesn't seem like it's your business who I chat with."

"I'm just curious. If he really likes you, he should accompany you back to China."

Lu Rong's long and narrow eyes stared at him, with some dark and unclear emotions in his eyes.

"Are you really dating? Or..."

"My business with him has nothing to do with you, so I can't comment." Xu Xizhou interrupted him coldly, closing the door with force.

He knew that Lu Rong would never make him feel better. This guy is bound to pinch his soft underbelly, pinch his handle to threaten him. Because he was the same person in his previous life!

Xu Xizhou only stayed at the Lu family for three days, and returned to the garden on the afternoon of the second day of the new year. Both the nanny and the driver went home for the Chinese New Year, so he had to clean up the villa by himself.

He, a man who had never done housework, was so tired after dragging the ground all day that he put down the mop and fell asleep on the sofa.

Half asleep, he seemed to hear the sound of the lock being unlocked. The next moment, a tall and slender figure appeared in front of him.

Chapter 014

Xu Xizhou rubbed his eyes and sat up from the sofa in disbelief. He was dreaming. Why did Zhuang Jingchun suddenly return to China?

Before he could speak, Zhuang Jingchun threw a box over and almost hit him in the face.

Xu Xizhou caught it in a hurry.

"My mother gave you a New Year's gift."

Xu Xizhou opened the box and saw that there was a gray woolen scarf inside, which was extra soft and warm to the touch.

He touched the scarf, his nose a little sour.

"Okay, don't look so moved, do you have food at home?"

Xu Xizhou put the scarf back in the box, and said at a loss, "Uh... There are only quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator."

"You eat this kind of unhealthy food all day?" Zhuang Jingchun frowned and stared at him with some anger.

Does this guy have the self-awareness of a professional racer?

"I didn't eat it all day, I just ate two meals. I also order takeout occasionally..."

Xu Xizhou's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped talking and lowered his head in shame.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Zhuang Jingchun took off his coat and sighed.

"Why don't you stay at the Lu family for a few more days?"

"It's embarrassing that I live there as an outsider." Xu Xizhou scratched his hair and stood up from the sofa.

He remembered that the coffee table had not been wiped, put the broom aside, and was about to find a rag, but was stopped by Zhuang Jingchun.

"You don't have to do these things. I'll call housekeeping tomorrow."

He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and walked straight to the kitchen. Xu Xizhou followed curiously and saw Zhuang Jingchun take out a piece of tenderloin from the freezer and cut the shredded pork skillfully.

He widened his eyes in surprise. He thought Zhuang Jingchun could only cook French food, but he didn't expect that he could even cook Chinese food.

"What are you looking at, come and cook the noodles."

Xu Xizhou sighed, walked over quickly, and boiled water on the pot rack. He was cooking noodles on this side, and on the other side, Zhuang Jingchun heated the pot, poured oil, and fry the shredded pork. The rich aroma suddenly overflowed the whole kitchen.

Xu Xizhou stared at the mustard shredded pork in the pot, and swallowed without image.

"Look at some noodles." Zhuang Jingchun reminded him.

Xu Xizhou nodded, but from the corner of his eye he was still staring at Zhuang Jingchun's movements. Even standing in front of the gas stove, Zhuang Jingchun is still handsome and elegant, with a straight posture, a white wrist showing under the black sweater, and turning the spatula flexibly.