Zhuang Nana waved her hand, "No need, I'll do it myself."

She entered the kitchen neatly and brought out all the food. Before eating, she glanced at the butler: "Have Si Zhengting eaten?"

The housekeeper looked at her deeply, "Sir, I have no appetite."

When Zhuang Nana heard this, she was stunned, then she said "Oh", then ignored the butler's hot eyes, lowered her head, and slowly ate her own meal.

She knew what the butler meant and wanted her to go upstairs to deliver food.

But she felt... when Si Zhengting saw her, his appetite would be worse, right?

After barely ate some food, Zhuang Nana went upstairs to continue to rest.

These days, the two of them have been sleeping in separate rooms. Zhuang Nana has long been used to sleeping alone in a very empty bedroom. A few days ago, she still felt sweet when she lay on this big bed, but today she felt lonely inexplicably.

She took out her cell phone, flipped through it, and then sent a text message to Si Zhengting: [Good night.]

This is also a habit that they have developed these days. They say good night to each other every night.

But today's text message seems to be destined to be no one reply.

——

In the study room.

Si Zhengting sat on the balcony with a cigarette in his fingers.

In the smoke, his eyes were facing the master bedroom, as if he could penetrate the thick wall and see what she was doing.

The cold wind blew in, making his brain clearer.

But the clearer and clearer you understand, the more you feel your heart is.

The dream he woven for himself a few days ago was so ruthlessly broken. He actually didn't know how to face Zhuang Nana.

The phone vibrated twice, and he lowered his head and glanced at it. It was her good night.

His gaze was frozen for a while, then he gently moved away from his phone, then put the cigarette in his mouth with his fingertips, and took a hard sip.

Then he thought, was the design draft stolen by Zhuang Nana?

In the morning, that kind of unconditional trust is an instinct.

But Gu Xingshan's words suddenly reminded him of what design draft she had said before when she was talking to Ding Mengya on the balcony some time ago...

At that time, he focused all his attention on the following sentence, but now he thinks about it...

It seemed that at that time, Zhuang Nanai was calling Gu Deshou, and Ms. Ding was warning her not to be sorry for herself?

He remembered again that one day, he went back to Gu's family with her. Since she came out of the Gu family, she has been absent-minded and seemed to have something to do. Now, I think about it, was it that Gu Deshou asked her to make a design draft at that time?

He knew that Zhuang Nana was a person with a bottom line and would definitely not steal design drafts.

But……

He lowered his eyes again and curled his lips helplessly, as Gu Xingshan said, "For the sake of Zhuang's mother, what can't she do?"

So many coincidences, so many concealments, and so many directions, let the seeds of doubt take root and sprout in his heart.

Si Zhengting stood up and squatted the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Then he picked up his cell phone and called Ji Chen.

Ji Chen answered quickly, "Sir, the design draft has made some progress. I am planning to report it to you."

When Si Zhengting heard this, his eyes fell on the night in the distance of the villa. The sky in Beijing had been severely smog for several consecutive days, so the sky was gray and black, and there was almost no starlight except a crescent moon.
Chapter completed!