Chapter 311 I Hope You Believe Me (Part 9)

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

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

The housekeeper looked at her deeply, "The master said he has no appetite."

Zhuang Nainai was stunned when she heard this, and then she said "Oh", then ignored the housekeeper's fiery eyes, lowered her head, and slowly ate her food.

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

But she thought...Si Zhengting's appetite would be worse if he saw her at this time, right?

After reluctantly eating something, Zhuang Nainai went upstairs to continue resting.

These days, the two of them have actually been sleeping in separate rooms. Zhuang Nainai has long been accustomed to sleeping alone in a very empty bedroom. She felt sweet lying on this big bed a few days ago, but today, she felt lonely inexplicably.

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

This is also a habit they have developed in the past few days. They say good night to each other every night.

But it seems that no one is destined to reply to today's text message.

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In the study.

Si Zhengting sat on the balcony, holding a cigarette between 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 he understood, the colder he felt.

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

The phone vibrated twice, he lowered his head and took a look. It was a good night message from her.

His eyes froze for a while, then he gently moved away from the phone, then put the cigarette between his fingertips into his mouth and took a deep puff.

Then, he thought,

Was the design draft stolen by Zhuang Nainai?

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

But Gu Xingshan's words suddenly reminded him that some time ago, when she was talking to Ding Mengya on the balcony, she had mentioned something about the design draft...

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

It seemed that Zhuang Nainai was talking to Gu Deshou on the phone at that time, and Ms. Ding was warning her not to let herself down?

He remembered that one day, he went back to Gu's house with her. After she came out of Gu's house, she was absent-minded, as if something happened. Now thinking about it, could it be that at that time, Gu Deshou asked her to make the design draft?

He knew that Zhuang Nainai was a person with a bottom line and would definitely not steal the design draft.

But...

He lowered his eyes again, and the corners of his lips hooked helplessly, just like Gu Xingshan said, for Zhuang's mother, what can she not 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 extinguished the cigarette butt fiercely in the ashtray, then picked up the phone and called Ji Chen.

Ji Chen answered the phone quickly, "Sir, there has been some progress on the design draft, I was planning to report to you."

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

The chain of mountains in the distance was quietly dormant in the darkness, just like between her and him, on the surface, it was calm, but no one knew when it would suddenly become turbulent.