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Chapter 1179: Chapter 1179: We’re Going Home
He tried hard not to let himself be devoured by the little bun, wanting to turn the tables and devour it instead.
“Mm!”
Zhou Hengguang couldn’t suppress a moan that was embarra.s.singly heart-racing, Qingqing’s enthusiasm had an overwhelming influence on him, far beyond what he had antic.i.p.ated.
This won’t do!
Zhou Hengguang suddenly let go of Su Qing and scooped her up horizontally.
“Little bun, what are you doing?” The little bun was indeed bewitching.
“Not here,” Zhou Hengguang said as he carried Su Qing outside.
“Where… where are we going? I want to go… go home.” Su Qing leaned against Zhou Hengguang’s chest, her words blurred and ceaseless. At this moment, she even forgot about wanting the little bun and clung tightly to his clothes, crying to go home.
“We’re going home, we’ll go home and Qingqing can have the little bun, okay?” A flame danced in the man’s eyes behind his gla.s.ses.
“Okay!” Su Qing agreed, hearing that they were going home calmed her down, and she quickly closed her eyes.
Outside the studio, Ji Fang didn’t know how many times he had paced back and forth, the ground nearly worn flat by his footsteps. The Deputy Director had been inside for quite a while; could they have started arguing? He always felt the Deputy Director came with ill intentions.
The thought of the bag the Deputy Director carried, knowing it had alcohol in it, made Ji Fang feel like the sky was falling.
He was faint-hearted, having never dared to pull even a little girl’s hair since childhood.
Following the Deputy Director all this while, he had come to realize, the man was devoid of moral constraints.
In other words, there was nothing he wouldn’t do.
From the moment he heard that Su Qing was going to have a blind date, the Deputy Director dropped everything and returned overnight from out of town, getting off the plane only to develop a high fever and be admitted to the hospital.
It was this hospitalization that let Ji Fang know the Deputy Director’s resistance was weaker than that of most people.
The main doctor had said a lot, and Ji Fang had understood; the Zhou family had spent countless efforts, and the Deputy Director had undergone special training far beyond what most people endure from a young age to achieve his current physical condition.
But this time, a month of persistent low-grade fever turning into a high fever was a very dangerous sign. He must take good care, otherwise all the previous efforts would be in vain, the main doctor advised a half-month hospital observation, but the Deputy Director left the hospital as soon as his fever subsided.
Ji Fang knew, it was for Su Qing.
He had expected that after being discharged, the Deputy Director would look for her, they would argue, explain… something was bound to happen, it surely wouldn’t be calm.
But the outcome was the exact opposite.
The Deputy Director did nothing after coming out of the hospital, joined his uncles at the opening ceremony, attended gatherings as usual, and held a temporary meeting at the design inst.i.tute.
As if nothing had happened.
Too abnormal.
Ji Fang intuitively knew that the more nonchalant the Deputy Director appeared, the bigger the issue was, hence he spent the entire day on edge.
As Ji Fang was anxiously contemplating whether to go in and check, Zhou Hengguang came out carrying Su Qing.
Ji Fang stole a glance, but before he could see clearly, Zhou Hengguang blocked his view with his body more swiftly.
“Going home.”
Zhou Hengguang placed Su Qing in the back seat first, then swiftly got in the car and settled himself.
The sound of the car door closing woke Ji Fang from his shock. Startled, he dared not say anything, instead, he hurried to lock the studio main door, got into the car, and drove towards the Deputy Director’s home.
It took less than half an hour from the studio to the home, and soon the car entered the yard.
On the way home, Su Qing fell asleep, leaning against Zhou Hengguang’s chest with her hand still tightly clutching his clothes, her tender red lips showing traces of being adored, sleeping like a child without a hint of guard.
Even the coldest heart couldn’t stay calm at this moment. Zhou Hengguang unconsciously raised his hand to his heart, his knitted brows and expression revealing whether it was relief or displeasure.
