No delay, no debt 1

When Gu Xijun appeared at the restaurant, Cheng Zihao was warming up food in front of the grill. The richly flavored steak was accompanied by spaghetti in tomato sauce, and if it wasn't for the man in front of her, she would have thought it was a nice and relaxing vacation.

　　Awake? Cheng Zihao's head grew as if he had eyes, and he asked without looking back.

　　The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, and Gu Xijun jumped onto a barstool without regard for her image, propped her chin up to survey the busy man in front of her, and responded with a heavy heart, hmm.

　　Does your stomach still hurt? Cheng Zihao suddenly turned around, and a colorful pasta dish was then placed beside Gu Xijun. He was wearing a leisurely polo Xirt, and when he looked down, he just happened to meet her slightly tired face, and ordered in a low voice: Eat.

　　Thank you! Gu Xijun had a feeling of being graced with a humble feeling, her eyes skimmed over the other party's body, finally resting on a few shocking scratches on her right arm, and asked suspiciously, What happened to your arm?

　　The steak was drizzled with sauce, and Cheng Zihao also sat on the barstool, holding a knife and fork in his hand as he elegantly savored the food on his plate, and said with a cold snort, Knowingly.

　　It can't be that I caught it, right? Probably starving, Gu Xijun did not wolf down her food as she had imagined. She held her fork and rolled the elastic pasta into a ball, ruffling her long hair and carefully bringing it to her mouth, her tone not half as apologetic.

　　She wouldn't tell Cheng Zihao that she was actually awake last night while he was feeding the medicine. Those scratches, too, were made by her on purpose.

　　Cheng Zihao cut the steak into small pieces and casually forked a few pieces onto Gu Xijun's plate. He seemed to have thought of something, and after a pause, his face sank then said, It can't be that you did it on purpose, right?

　　Gu Xijun deflated her mouth and didn't say anything, slowly savoring her hard-earned lunch, deliberately pulling away from the topic to say, Is what you said the other day true?

　　I talk a lot, you mean that sentence? Cheng Zihao resumed his high-flying and conceited look, and his tone became impatient.

　　You said that you accompanied the night, and the matter of that night in Half Moon Bay will not be delayed or owed. Gu Xijun nonchalantly ate all the spaghetti, picked up a paper towel and delicately wiped the corners of her mouth, her cheeks flushed with a hint of redness.

　　With one sentence, he almost choked Cheng Zihao. He lightly coughed a few times and surveyed the woman in front of him with a puzzled gaze, unavoidably amused in his heart.

　　Don't you have a backbone? Why did you suddenly go soft? Cheng Zihao playfully put down the knife and fork in his hand, staring at the woman in front of him with his hands clasped on his chest, his mood seemed to be better.

　　The scene looked very ambiguous, Gu Xijun recovered a trace of blood color lips lightly opened, tone light, not like joking: people always have to be responsible for the evil consequences they once planted, I Gu Xijun can afford to play, and I can afford to lose.

　　It's good to be clear about your situation. It's also an honor for Miss Gu to have figured this out on my yacht in the past two days. The hypocritical tone of his voice caused Gu Xijun to add a trace of loathing in vain. She couldn't guess the inscrutable man in front of her, but the only thing she was certain of was that he exuded an air of danger.

　　She waved her hand and responded in a thin tone, I'll meet you in your room in two hours.

　　The other party's sudden flip-flopping attitude made Cheng Zihao a little puzzled, but he quickly returned to normal. After thinking for a moment, his complexion returned to that unfathomable gloom, staring at Gu Xijun and nodding slightly, Good.