Through the French window, she secretly looks at her husband in early September. He is sitting upright in a wheelchair. In the eyes of outsiders, only his upper body is strong, and the part covered by a white blanket is imaginative.

She couldn't help staring at his back and suddenly realized that she really didn't understand this man after she had been married for so long.

For example, his living habits and eating habits are almost unknown except for those who know that he is a cleanliness addict and doesn't like to talk much. What about him? I know her every little action like the palm of my hand. It's like the monkey in the hand of Buddha. He can't escape from the palm of his hand by turning a few somersaults.

"Why don't you come here?" As if he opened his eyes behind his back, he revealed the early September that she was hiding secretly. She had to pause her mind and feel guilty to rub against Xu Zhenyi.

"Good morning."

He raised his eyelids, looked at her, and pointed to the watch. The pointer was between eleven and twelve. He reminded her, "it should be good noon."

In early September, she found that she had been sleeping so long and so deep that even the smell of breakfast could not dig her out of her sleep.

She scratched the back of her head, sat down beside Xu Zhenyi and watched him drink coffee as usual. She was as calm as usual. She couldn't help wondering if she had drunk too much

Instead, Xu Zhenyi glanced at her, looked at her and asked, "what do you have to say?"

"No!"

She is like a frightened rabbit, the guilty negation way.

Xu Zhenyi did not speak, and continued to look down, pretending not to notice the different look in his eyes in early September.

"Yesterday..." before she finished her next words, she was surprised to find that there was a deep chill in his expression, which made her unable to speak the following words.

He turned his face and secretly looked at the little woman who gradually lowered her head. Xu Zhenyi was very proud. He deliberately shook the magazine and let the sound of paper rubbing as the final ending.

Xu Zhao comes over and informs them that they can have dinner. When he pushes Xu Zhenyi away from the terrace, the young master suddenly reaches out his hand and signals him to pause.

Then, he said a meaningful word to early September, which was patting his forehead and wrinkling his nose.

"Next time I catch going out drinking with a strange man, I'll let you know what a real nightmare looks like."

As soon as the word "nightmare" comes out, I feel chilly in early September. Looking at Xu Zhenyi's back, I can't recover for a long time.

How did he seem to know she had a nightmare?

Guess what? Or it's not a dream at all... In early September, I slapped my forehead and got angry with myself.

I shouldn't have drunk so much last night

wait! She suddenly thought of the cause of drinking, which took back her sense of guilt, and scolded Xu Zhenyi in her heart.

If it wasn't for him, how could she have been so drunk that she couldn't talk about it.

You can't lose your identity and face. Let him know that she is in love. I'm afraid it will disgust him. After all, they agreed from the beginning that what kind of marriage is it? She has no reason and no identity to restrict the freedom of who he likes.

A stuffy man came back to the dining room and looked at the rich food on the table. In early September, he forgot all his unhappiness.

What a feast! There are no guests at home today. No matter how luxurious Xu Zhenyi is, he doesn't have the habit of eating big fish and big meat at noon. What's the day today? Pigeon soup, braised fish and soy sauce are all her favorite.

Looking at the unpromising food in early September, Xu Zhenyi just clipped everything with chopsticks. People who have served him for a long time know that the young master doesn't like to eat more greasy food, but the light food is more suitable for his appetite.

Therefore, there are few cooking oil rich meals in the residence. This habit lasted until the young lady came. From the beginning of each stove to the young master's tacit acceptance that he would like to eat in early September, the chefs didn't say anything, and they didn't have the right to tell the young master, but they were all like mirrors in their hearts.

Young master loves his wife, but he can't show it.

"I was followed yesterday." In Xu Zhao's surprised eyes, the young master took a sip of soup and explained to his wife what happened last night, "driving to Yan's house is just that I want to change cars with Yan Chengyou. The media misunderstood the meaning and I've sent someone to solve it. Since you pay attention to it, you might as well read more news today."

When he said this, Xu Zhenyi didn't lift his head, and he didn't know what he was hiding. After that, he stopped eating, dropped a sentence, "soup is good" and went back to his study to work.

The words that jump in the folder seem to have notes today, which makes Xu Zhenyi feel happy. Looking at them, he unconsciously hummed a tune in his throat, melodious and tactful. Although the volume is not big, it is enough to attract Xu Zhao who is separated by only one glass window.

"Isn't it true that the young master is so satisfied with the wedding night?" Seeing that Xu Zhenyi is in a good mood today, Xu Zhao has the courage to joke and enliven the atmosphere. "I've never heard the young master sing. It's nice."

"Don't flatter me." He took back the gift of listening to the song and said with a tiger's face, "who sent the man who was following yesterday? Have you mastered the trend of chulanxin after leaving the company? I'm starting to gossip. Be careful I smoke you! "

He threw a paper cup lightly, and Xu Zhao dodged. For eight years, he had been with the young master. When he was really angry, when he pretended to be serious, he couldn't escape his eyes. So when he went back to work, he said, "young master, you ate too little at noon. Last night, you consumed a lot of energy, so you should..."

This is not a paper cup. It's Xu Zhenyi's knife. Xu Zhaoshan closes his mouth and goes back to do his own business.

What does he know? Xu Zhenyi points to his chin, remembering the pleasant sound and smile of early September and his three-dimensional facial features.

It's a sweet burden.

Si Liang lost someone for the first time. At this time, he was reflecting on the responsibility of belittling this task in his own home.

He was too blind and optimistic. He thought that he was only a disabled person and did not attract enough attention. When he promised Xu Tianxing, he was full of words and it was imperative.

But now he has to be humble in front of Xu Tianxing, "sorry, chairman Xu, he didn't come out after he went to Yan's house yesterday. When I went to investigate again, I found that the young master didn't enter the front door of Yan's house at all. He changed the car with the young master of Yan's house from the underground garage and drove away."

Xu Zhenyi has a strong anti reconnaissance ability, which surprised Si Liang greatly. At the same time, he also aroused a strong interest in him and secretly vowed to find him.

This is not only a task, but also a matter of his reputation and prestige in the circle.

Xu Tianxing expected to nod, "if you are followed so far and haven't found out, it's not Xu Zhenyi." He shook his head with a wry smile, "wait for the chance slowly, for my little son, nothing can be urgent."

He had plenty of time to wait, because the longer he waited, the more it proved to be a big secret. His children have something to hide from themselves, which makes him a big patriarch. However, like him, his two sons can't sit still.

Before siliang leaves Xu mansion, Xu Yixuan takes the lead in stopping him and takes him to his room mysteriously.