CEO Husband, Don't Bother Me

"I was thinking, if I left, how would you find me?" He suddenly asked this question.

I cringed and thought, "Well, I'll take the subway."

"What if I'm not home?"

"Then I'll wait."

"What if you can't wait?"

"Ji Xiao Bei, what are you trying to say?" Don't be so scholarly, the domineering aura you exuded is really not a scholarly one.

"Let me buy you a phone." "No," he said.

I chuckled and looked out the window without saying a word.

"Consider it your birthday present." He handed it over.

Suddenly remember, today's day seems to be a little familiar, it is my birthday. He placed his finger against the cold window and slowly slid down. The temperature of his finger was actually colder than the window. It had been another year.

"I haven't eaten with you yet, you can't be so stingy, can you? Who told you not to let me? What's this young lord doing with others? Who dares to make me lose? How can I lose so shamelessly?" He threw it at me, and it hurt a little on my foot.

I placed the box on top of the car and smiled at him: "Ji Xiaobei, there's no need. I don't like phones. I don't like people being able to contact me."

His eyes were sharp as he said, "If you don't want others to contact you, others will definitely not know your number."

"Alright then, I don't want to take your things."

The car screeched to a halt, and I think his young master's temper flared again.

Indeed, I suddenly stopped in front of a river and said that I would get off immediately after getting off the river. Furthermore, I was locked inside.

The car in the back signaled impatiently, and its voice became raspy. Someone else got out of the car, walked up to the window and knocked on it, talking, criticizing, asking.

Inside the car, there was nothing to be heard. The soundproofing was very good.

I opened the phone. With a swipe of my finger, the screen opened. There was only one number inside, simple words: Ji Xiaobei.

I called him. He was still in a bad mood, so he rang seven or eight times before answering.

"Ji Xiao Bei, get the hell back here and drive. If you want to leave, then release me first." Don't let me be the target of the crowd.

He smiled and asked me in a loud voice, "Where's the phone?"

"If you want to gift it to me, I will accept it, but listen Ji Xiao Bei, I will not return the money to you." I hung up and threw the phone in front of the car.

Ji Xiaobei returned with a complacent smile, completely ignoring the angry car owners behind him, and got into the car quickly.

When we reached the residential complex, I drove in without waiting for him to get off the car. He picked up his cell phone and happily came over to play with it.

Later, when he went to take a shower, I took a peek at Ji Xiaobei's smug face. There were several photos taken on his phone, which were even used as a screen. He thinks he's a celebrity.

Am I too hypocritical? He gave me the phone, so I took it. Can our relationship really be clean to the point of pure male and female intercourse?

He poured a cup of wine and stood in front of the French window, watching the lights in the house die in one gulp.

He came out, wiping his wet hair.

I stood in front of the french window and charmingly smiled at him: "Ji Xiaobei, you take care of me."

"Did I hear it correctly?" He raised his thick eyebrows at me.

I smiled and nodded. "I didn't mishear you. Take care of me."

Our relationship, do not too pure, many things dirty spot how good, will never drag on, and more so will not be mixed with feelings.