The Female Partner is the Most Beautiful, But the Male Lead is Not Worthy

Zhao Xiwen didn't recognize Cen Man.

He and Cen Man were both at night. Because he wanted to keep it a secret, he kept the lights off. He never saw her face, and so did Cen Man.

But for Cen Man, although she had never met Zhao Xiwen, but there was only one male master in the villa, she recognized him immediately and hurriedly covered the marks on her neck.

But Zhao Xiwen didn't recognize her. There are many servants in the villa. Although he looked at Cen Man with eyes, he only regarded her as a newcomer. Glancing at her, he said, "Come in."

Then bow your head and continue working.

He only thought that Cen Man was the maid in the villa, Cen Man quietly relieved, took the cleaning tool, walked in lightly, and started cleaning.

When she walked behind him and started cleaning the bookshelf, she only felt the air thicken.

His breath filled the surroundings, and even the temperature of the air seemed to have risen, and his face became hot for a while, making it difficult to breathe.

Accidentally knocked down a book and made a "click", she hurriedly lifted it up, turned back nervously, and looked at the man sitting at the desk.

He didn't turn his head, as if he didn't hear the sound, he was still working hard, which made Cen Man sigh quietly.

Putting the fallen book back in its place, she continued to clear other corners. But cleaning alone is not the same as having another person in the room. She couldn't help but notice him, her eyes drifted over.

The man didn't go to work today and wears casual clothes at home, not as serious as a suit, the casual style makes him look a little relaxed.

The broad and straight shoulders are wrapped under the thin soft and compliant fabric, and the tight lines are looming and look so powerful. She couldn't help thinking of those nights, when he was so slender and slender that he was completely different from women, hidden in the darkness, his hot and fierce movements, and he couldn't help blushing quietly.

The movement behind him stopped again and again, and Zhao Xiwen couldn't help but turn his head and look over. I saw this new maid, holding a rag, cleaning the bookshelf behind him. When she met his eyes, panic flashed in her eyes, then she quickly turned around and continued to wipe.

Zhao Xiwen didn't think much about it at first, looked back, and continued to work.

Until she finished cleaning the bookshelf and left from the side of the desk, a touch of sweet fragrance entered the tip of her nose, causing him to look up suddenly.

"First, sir?" Cen Man looked at him from the corner of his eye, his body froze when he saw it, and he stammered.

Zhao Xiwen's eyes were suddenly sharp and landed on the red mark on the side of her neck. Cen Man noticed that, he quickly raised his hand to cover it, his face turned red and white, and he was so nervous that he held his breath: "Sir?"

She just cleaned up and forgot to cover it. He, he shouldn't have noticed, right?

Zhao Xiwen frowned slowly.

He looked away from her hands covering her neck and fell on her face. After a pause, he lowered his head and said, "Go out."

His tone was still calm, no different from just now, as if he didn't notice anything. Cen Man finally dared to breathe, and replied, "Yes." He quickened his pace and left the study.

It was not until she closed the door and closed everything in the study that she patted her chest and exhaled heavily.

It's good that he didn't find out. While Cen Man breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason, there was a touch of disappointment deep in his heart.

Next, when she cleaned up again, she was a little lost. Zhao Xiwen's sharp eyes flashed in front of him from time to time, and he was scared for a while, worried for a while, and panicked.

She was startled abruptly when a car honked downstairs, and the lamp in her hand almost fell. She quickly put it back where she was, walked out of the room, looked out from the railing, and saw his wife's car parked outside.

She hurried downstairs and greeted her: "Mrs."

While running, I wondered, my wife is often away from home during the day, why did she come back today?

The husband didn't go to work today, and the wife came back. She thought like this, and when she reached the door, just as Shaoyin entered, she hurriedly said, "Madam is back."

There is actually no welcome service at home.

Shaoyin looked at the girl who was approaching, but didn't say much, nodded: "Well."

Enter the living room and go upstairs.

A voice came from behind: "Cen Man! Don't be lazy!"

It's an older maid. She was in charge of taking Cen Man, and of course she thought that Cen Man was being lazy.

"Yes." Cen Man replied softly.

When Shaoyin walked to the second floor, she could still hear the maid's stern warning voice: "Don't forget your identity."

Hearing this sentence, she slowed down, took two steps back, and looked at the place where the sound came from.

From her point of view, she just saw Cen Man with his head down, his fair and beautiful profile.

Hearing the maid's words, she lowered her eyes, twisted her fingers, and replied in a low voice, "Yes, I know."

She knows her identity.

She is just a maid.

A man who bears children for his wife and his husband.

She pursed her lips and touched her belly unconsciously. Unexpectedly, I thought of the handsome man I just saw in the study. He was mature, composed, so aloof, mysterious and powerful.

Such a man is something she can't climb or like.

Only his wife is worthy of him.

She was sad, but also a little happy. She was able to give birth to a child to him, which was already a blessing in her previous life.

From Shaoyin's point of view, she couldn't see her expression clearly, but it was not difficult to see the loss in the girl's heart.

Raising her eyebrows, she withdrew her gaze and continued upstairs.

"Find out my drawing board," she ordered as she walked.

The servant quickly brought the drawing board, and Shaoyin asked her to put the drawing board in the bedroom, then waved: "Go out."

When the door was closed, she first changed her clothes, then picked up a pen and began to draw on paper.

She wants to draw her brother. Painting the world from a long time ago, the brother who lives with her.

However, the tip of the pen landed on the paper, but did not move for a long time.

She didn't remember what he looked like.

It's been too long. After him, she has experienced many worlds, and then she fell asleep for five hundred years.

His appearance was blurred in her mind.

After a long time, the nib began to move.

Instead of drawing his front, she drew his back. Although she didn't remember what he looked like, she remembered him wearing an apron and cooking in the small kitchen.

He is very fond of his sister, reluctant to let her enter the kitchen, and treat her like an eyeball. All the suffering and fatigue, he carried it all by himself.

However, she later gave him a severe training. Thinking of how dumbfounded he was being scolded by her, he couldn't help laughing.

She drew faster and faster, and soon, the small kitchen, cooking table, chopping board, onion ginger, oil, salt, sweet and sour, etc.

Ash never made a sound.

It just felt like it had discovered her secret. She's not totally ruthless, she's just not easily emotional. Moreover, she has a set of her own standards.

However, Mr. Hui was light and happy in his heart. It did, and she now considers it a friend.

When the painting was almost finished, the servant came to invite her to dinner.

"Okay." Shaoyin said, finishing the end and putting down the brush.

Taking two steps back, looking at the thin back in the painting, he couldn't help but chuckle, stretched out his hand, touched it, turned and walked out of the room.

She went downstairs with her front feet, and Zhao Xiwen followed her downstairs.

The two sat opposite each other at the dining table.

Zhao Xiwen glanced at her and nodded.

Shaoyin also nodded at him.

The servants served the dishes, looked at this and then at that, only to think it was weird.

The relationship between Mr. and Mrs. has been very strange and indifferent recently. However, this is none of their business, and it's not what they should care about, so they looked away and continued to serve.

The exquisite dishes were quickly served, and the servants went down, leaving the restaurant to the two of them.

Shaoyin doesn't speak, just eats. Zhao Xiwen is not a talkative person either. For a while, there was only the slight sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting the dishes in the restaurant.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

No matter how slow Zhao Xiwen is, he still feels wrong. Looking up at her, he opened his mouth first: "How are you doing recently?"

Hearing his question, Shaoyin raised her head and replied, "Very good." Then she asked, "How about you?"

He said five words, she only said four words.

Not a single word more.

"Very good." Zhao Xiwen replied.

After he said this, there was no further text.

Seeing that he lowered his head, Shaoyin lowered his head too, eating seriously and not looking for topics.

So the atmosphere was quiet again.

There's something subtly weird. They are husband and wife, even if their relationship is normal, shouldn't they be so cold? Zhao Xiwen stopped his chopsticks and looked at the other side.

She didn't look up, she sat upright, eating gracefully, and her movements were very leisurely.

This is not right. Zhao Xiwen thought to himself and pondered. She was not like this before, she was very eager, even if she was arrogant and indifferent to others, she always had a very warm attitude towards him.

She's gone now. Is it because of that girl?

But wasn't that what she arranged?

Zhao Xiwen didn't have much interest in coaxing his wife. She wanted children, he followed her, and he felt that was enough.

After eating quietly, the two sat on the sofa.

There is a short distance in between.

She still doesn't speak.

Zhao Xiwen frowned, is she angry? Blame him for not asking?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a cheerful laugh beside him. He turned his head and saw that she was holding the phone, her eyes were crooked with a smile, and the bright and brisk light was beating in her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" His eyes fell on the screen of her phone, "So happy?"

Seeing that he asked, Shaoyin approached and handed over the phone: "Show it to you."

Zhao Xiwen took the phone and found that it was a short video. A boy provoked a dog and was chased by the dog and rubbed his leg.

"This?" He frowned, what's so funny?

Shaoyin glanced at him and said nothing. She took the mobile phone and sent a voice to Zhang Ruihao, her voice full of smiles: "He is so miserable, you should comfort him."

The video was sent to her by Zhang Ruihao. A group of boys went to the mall for dinner. Just after they came out, for some reason, one of the boys caught the attention of a teddy wang, hooting and chasing him, insisting on rubbing against his leg. No matter how he ran, that Teddy Wang was chasing him, like his own little runaway wife.

The latter sentence was described by Zhang Ruihao. They are a group of big boys, making fun of their brothers, which is also very unscrupulous.

Seeing Shaoyin's reply, he sent another message: "Sister, are you free these two days to come and see us play? In two days, there will be a basketball game in our school. Come and cheer us up, we will definitely take the first place! "

"Okay." Shaoyin grinned and edited a text message to send, "Time, place, you can send me."

She was holding her mobile phone, giggling to herself. Zhao Xiwen, who was sitting next to him, frowned more and more tightly. He had just seen that the person who was chatting with her was called Zhang Ruihao, which looked like a male name.

He got up and went upstairs.