Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

The next morning, Qiao Yi woke up late.

He used to have a regular life and rest schedule, but he had already taken a nap last night, so he didn't feel sleepy at night, so he went to paint, accidentally stayed up all night, and it was already early morning when he went to sleep.

Qiao Yi yawned and went downstairs, it was very quiet downstairs.

At this time, Zhou Shen must have gone to work.

Qiao Yi was relieved, and when she was about to go to the restaurant for breakfast, she saw something familiar flash past on the coffee table in the living room.

He froze for a moment, then stepped back.

On the coffee table were two boxes that were exactly the same as the broken cake box yesterday.

Qiao Yi pursed her lower lip and looked around again.

The villa was empty, and even the aunt didn't know where to go.

Zhou Shen shouldn't have popped up halfway.

The cake box is indeed exactly the same as yesterday, but it is different when it is opened.

Qiao Yi's rosy lips parted slightly, looking at the white lop-eared rabbit exposed inside the box, it is not a cake, but a plush doll, but it looks exactly the same as yesterday's cake, but it is more realistic than The big ears hung on the sides of the small head, the eyes were big, round and red, and the cheeks on both sides were also flushed. He just looked at him blankly, looking pitiful and cute.

Qiao Yi couldn't help but hugged the little lop-eared rabbit doll into her arms. The little lop-eared rabbit was only the size of a palm. It was soft and fluffy, and it felt better than that pink pig. He patted the lop-eared rabbit ear, and opened another box.

In another box is yesterday's lop-eared rabbit cake.

Exactly the same, the creamy fragrance is also very full.

Qiao Yi looked at the little lop-eared rabbit doll in her arms, then at the cake, and suddenly couldn't bear to eat it.

But it must be delicious.

After a while, Qiao Yi still picked up the cake with a sense of guilt, and licked the cream on it.

The cream is not greasy at all, and melts in the mouth.

It is Qiao Yi's favorite taste.

Qiao Yi squinted her eyes in enjoyment, and when she took the spoon, she realized that there was a card pressed under the box.

A few words were written on the card: [Sorry, don't cry]

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and put the card back to its original position.

He has stopped crying a long time ago, and he is not a crybaby.

After taking a bite of the cake, Qiao Yi hesitated, stretched out her hand, and hid the card in her pocket.

Then move on to cake.

When it was almost finished, there was a sound of opening the door.

Before Qiao Yi could react, the door was opened.

Zhou Shen, who was supposed to go to work, appeared at the door wearing a black tracksuit with his chest heaving violently.

When the two looked at each other, they froze for a moment.

It was Qiao Yi who took the lead to look away.

Why is Zhou Shen at home?Does he not have to go to work today?

But Zhou Shen dressed like this is a bit handsome.

Qiao Yi reservedly hid the smile on her face and the lop-eared rabbit doll, finished the last bite of the cake, and without looking at Zhou Shen, went back upstairs.

Zhou Shen lowered his eyes and looked at the remaining cake boxes, but the things were gone.

But it doesn't seem to work.

Qiao Yi stopped smiling when she saw him, and still ignored him.

Zhou Shen frowned, did the method Duan Mingxuan said really work?

He stood there for a while, seldom wondering if he needed to call Duan Mingxuan again, when a "thump, thump, thump" sound came from the stairs.

Qiao Yi ran down from upstairs, probably running fast, his face was red, when he reached the sofa, he stopped abruptly, and the little lop-eared rabbit doll in his arms was gone It was replaced by his cell phone.

He sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in his arms, looked up at Zhou Shen, bowed his head seriously and started typing.

Zhou Shenchui's fingers by his side moved, and he called out in a tense voice, "Qiao Yi."

Qiao Yi raised her head and looked at him in surprise, then immediately lowered her expression and lowered her head.

Why are you calling him all of a sudden.

He made a typo.

Zhou Shen felt his heart constrict.

Qiao Yi deleted the typo, typed it up and sent it out again, raised her head and frowned at Zhou Shen, then looked at his pocket where the mobile phone was, and raised her chin.

The meaning is obvious, let him look at the phone.

Zhou Shen felt his heart recovered, followed Qiao Yi's line of sight to look over, froze for a moment, and took out his phone.

Qiao Yi sent him a WeChat message: [Why didn't you go to work? 】

Zhou Shen's face softened a little, "Today is the weekend, rest."

Normally he doesn't have weekends, but he didn't go today.

Qiao Yi didn't look at him, still holding the phone.

Zhou Shen's phone vibrated again.

Qiao Yi: 【Oh】

Qiao Yi: 【Then are you free today? 】

Obviously in the same room, Qiao Yi insisted on sending him a message.

Zhou Shen didn't understand his behavior, but he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know why, he tried to slow down his tone: "What's the matter? Is there anything you can say directly."

Qiao Yi: 【Don't talk to you】

So he's just typing now.

Qiao Yi: [I'm going to see my grandpa next week, I want to dye my hair back, but the barber shop is far away, I can't go by myself]

Since he promised Grandpa Zhou Shen to attend his birthday party, he will definitely go, but his current hair is really ugly, and the color fades unevenly.

Qiao Yi has seen it, the nearest barber shop is far away, and the villa area here is not easy to take a taxi.

Last time, Zheng Ming was his driver, but not this time.

Qiao Yi meant that she wanted to accompany him?

After a while, Zhou Shen said without emotion: "Got it."

After finishing speaking, he went upstairs, but did not give Qiao Yi an accurate answer.

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and looked at his back, poking the phone screen hard.

know what.

If Zhou Shen is unwilling, he can only go to Zheng Ming again.

Within a few minutes, Qiao Yi heard Zhou Shen coming downstairs again.

Zhou Shen has already changed back to the suit he usually wears. He walked up to Qiao Yi and lowered his eyes: "Let's go."

Qiao Yi's eyes lit up, and then she looked away in an instant.

Zhou Shen's driver used to drive, but this time Zhou Shen drove by himself, so Qiao Yi had to sit in the co-pilot.

The car was very quiet, neither of them spoke, and Qiao Yi just checked Weibo there.

Someone commented on the Weibo he posted yesterday, and Qiao Yi replied one by one, and then glanced at the information about the campus competition.

He only painted half of that painting last night, and he didn't color it.

The submission period for the competition is coming to an end next week, and if he wants to participate, he must submit before then.

As he was thinking about the day, Zhou Shen, who had been silent beside him, suddenly said, "Grandpa has already told you?"

Qiao Yi reacted for a while before realizing what he was talking about, and nodded with her mouth tightly shut.

Don't try to trick him into talking.

Seeing his vigilance, Zhou Shen became even more rigid. He has never been the kind of talkative person. Except for business talks, he basically would not do such idle things. After a while of silence, he said: "I was planning to ask you at night .”

Speaking of last night, the atmosphere seemed to have changed instantly. Zhou Shen looked straight ahead and said firmly, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

He seemed to have never done such a thing before, and everything he said was dry.

Qiao Yi glanced at him in surprise.

Zhou Shen still had no expression on his face, but Qiao Yi somehow sensed a little nervousness.

But Zhou Shen didn't know what he was sorry for.

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and looked out the window, but did not respond to his words.

He wasn't angry, he just didn't like being misunderstood, although Zhou Shen didn't know that he was misunderstood.

I also don't like Zhou Shen looking at himself with such strange eyes.

Qiao Yi muttered softly: "You don't know why."

He spoke in a low voice, Zhou Shen didn't hear him.

Zhou Shen only saw Qiao Yi's head tilted out of the window, and now he didn't even want to look at him.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Arriving at the barber shop in silence, Qiao Yi got out of the car first, and sent Zhou Shen another WeChat message: [Thank you for sending me here], just about to go in alone, Zhou Shen followed.

Qiao Yi glanced at him unexpectedly, wanted to ask him if you want to get a haircut too, but shut her mouth just in time.

No, he has to hold back.

Zhou Shen didn't say anything, and followed him into the barber shop.

There was no one in the barbershop at this time, and the clerk came up to meet them as soon as they saw them. The young male clerk wearing a mask glanced at Zhou Shen who was expressionless, and then looked around curiously. Qiao Yi, who was around, understood, and asked Qiao Yi directly: "May I help you?"

It was the first time for Qiao Yi to come to this kind of barber shop. In the past, if he needed a haircut, he would hire a stylist at home. He had never dyed his hair or done any complicated hairstyles. He just cut off his hair when it grew long.

He hesitated, "I want to dye my hair."

The male clerk sat down facing him and asked, "Do you have any favorite hair color?"

Qiao Yi originally only wanted to dye it back to black, but now that he came in, he didn't know if the photos hanging on the wall had some magical powers, which made him have other thoughts. He turned to look at Zhou Shen, who was silent at first. He followed behind him and the male clerk, and sat down on the sofa next to him after he sat down.

It seems that he wants to accompany him to dye his hair.

Secretly looking away, Qiao Yi asked in a low voice, "Any recommendations?"

"If it's lighter, it's flaxen or light brown..." The clerk talked about a bunch of colors, and showed Qiao Yi a picture, "Your face shape is also very suitable for a small curl."

Zhou Shen sat not far away, and he heard everything they said.

He had never been to this kind of place before, but what the clerk said was obviously deceitful words. After staying in the business field for a long time, he could recognize such routine words as soon as he heard them.

He frowned and looked down at the new message Duan Mingxuan sent to him on the phone, and another message from Qiao Yi popped up on the phone.

Qiao Yi: 【Could you come over here】

Zhou Shen looked up, Qiao Yi was still talking to the clerk, she didn't know what she said, she seemed to be smiling.

Zhou Shen frowned, and stood behind Qiao Yi's sofa.

Qiao Yi seemed to have noticed that he was coming, leaned on the back of the sofa and looked up at him, with an obvious smile in her eyes.

Zhou Shen's breathing was stagnant.

Qiao Yi lowered her head again, still not intending to talk to him.

Instead, the clerk next to him quickly said, "That's right, sir. This gentleman thinks you should be very suitable for this hair color and hairstyle. I want to ask if you need it."

Qiao Yi pursed her lips and looked at the picture that the clerk pointed out to Zhou Shen. Zhou Shen's hair was very black, and it looked like the kind of hair that had never been dyed. From the picture he saw, he really felt that it was very suitable for Zhou Shen.

Zhou Shen frowned.

He has cut his hair since he was a child. He has never done any hairstyles at all. When he goes to work, he uses all the hair in front of him.

And dyeing and perming your hair hurts your hair.

He never liked this.

Just as he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Qiao Yi bowing his head and starting typing again.

Sure enough, he received another message from Qiao Yi: [Don't you think it's pretty? 】

[Why don't you speak? 】

Zhou Shen's eyebrows twitched, "It's okay."

But he can't dye it, and he can't burn it.

Qiao Yi: 【Then do you want to try it? 】

As soon as Zhou Shen lowered his head, he met Qiao Yi's bright eyes. This was the first time since last night that Qiao Yi looked at him and smiled like this.

The corners of Zhou Shen's lips tightened.

Qiao Yi seems to be a little pushy, as if on purpose.

An hour later, Zhou Shen sat in the barber chair with a blank face, with a plastic wrap on his head, and connected the video conference call from Secretary Chen.

The author has something to say:

Secretary Chen: Sorry for the wrong number