Good Morning, Miss Undercover

18

Seeing that I did not respond for a long time, Kang Zixian asked me. "Are you listening?"

"Ah?" I brought my thoughts back to the present, hastily nodded, squeezed out a false smile and said. "Yes, listening."

Kang Zixian stepped forward, stood in front of me, staring at me with his bright shining eyes, with a trace of understanding. "What are you thinking?"

I wanted to cry. I was really kicked in the head by the donkey to assume I could play around with such a viper beauty. He was too clever and also too aggressive to ward off.

My smile stiffened for a moment and waving my hand, said. "I'm not thinking of anything. God can testify for me."

Fortunately, God is not acquainted with this Buddhist child.

I pushed Kang Zixian, urging him. "Are you not going to bring me porridge? Go, your home chef's skill is good and it will be better if you can add a few meat dishes, too."

He was concise and comprehensive. "Wait for half an hour."

"Tsk, tsk.....really I didn't know your heart can be so beautiful. Go quickly little Red Riding Hood. Make sure you come back before it gets dark."

He looked at me with a gentle expression and gave me a fleeting smile.

Finally, Kang Zixian was pushed out of the door by me. After he left, I stood behind the door and heaved a sigh of relief. But in my heart, a strong emotion was breeding. I took a deep breath, summoning courage, opened the door and stuck out my head.

He was standing by the elevator, even with his back, he gave out a strong feeling of being noble and handsome. My mother had once told me that a man who has such qualities are trustworthy.

Once in the past, I had disagreed with her because Fu Chen's back was slightly thinner. I refused to admit that it was enough for me to rely on for the rest of my life.

I did not know whether I was wrong or my mother was wrong but at this moment I did not want to get entangled with this irrelevant crucial problem. I just wanted to say to this man something that must be said.

I stuck out my head, cleared my throat uncomfortably and mulled over my emotions. "*Keke*....."

He heard me and turned around.

We were separated by several steps.

I said. "This......I know how to write the two words 'thank you'."

He did not speak and gave me a distant look.

I said. "Thank you."

After Kang Zixian had left, I rushed back into the house, took out a big travel bag. I opened the drawers, rummaged through them and hastily stuffed in some clothes. I looked around to make sure nothing of importance was left behind and then solemnly zipped up the bag.

After everything was taken care of, my anxiety eased up a little bit. I chewed on the soft bread, drank the warm soya milk that Kang Zixian bought. Holding a pen against a sheet of paper, I was full of energy and enthusiasm.

I left him a message which read like this: I know you hanker for my beauty but when you see this note, I had fled. When you are eighty years old, I allow you to miss me and reminisce that you had once met a beautiful woman like me, but the point is whether you will live to such an old age. Do not be discouraged, there will be plenty of girls who will fall in love with you. Bye-bye.

I pasted the note on the door so that he could see it at first glance then carrying my big bag, with a sway of my butt, I resolutely walked away.

But soon I doubled back, hurriedly opened the door again because I forgot to kiss my dad goodbye.