Chapter 1159: You Were Mean to Me

Gao Zhe didn’t wake her up.

He thought she was asleep and planned to hold her a little longer before taking her back like this.

His suit was still draped over his arm, and the gray shirt was buttoned meticulously.

The hazy yellow light poured down, covering his tall figure.

With his slightly bent head, he appeared genteel and distinguished.

A moment later, Gao Zhe bent down, half of his body leaning into the car to carry Lu Zhenzhen out.

As soon as he got close, Lu Zhenzhen suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

She was retreating herself, her shoulders rubbing against the seat, slowly sliding inside.

Gao Zhe let out a muffled groan, bending one knee against the edge of the seat.

A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes, but when he looked down at her again, he understood.

“Zhenzhen.”

This call was relatively calm, and he said in a gentle voice, “If you’re awake, get out and walk yourself.”

Lu Zhenzhen didn’t answer, she didn’t even open her eyes.

“Zhenzhen.”

She still didn’t speak, but the arms around his neck tightened a bit.

“Zhenzhen, if you keep doing this, I’ll get angry!”

Lu Zhenzhen’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes to look at him, her lips pouting, looking aggrieved as if she could cry at any moment.

She gazed at him with eyes on the verge of tears, saying nothing, but her gaze was fixed and soft, filled only with him.

Gao Zhe furrowed his brow slightly, then spoke slowly, his voice deep and elegant:

“Alright, stop it, I won’t be mad at you.”

Lu Zhenzhen’s lips drooped even more.

Gao Zhe asked, “Should I carry you in?”

The strength in her hands lessened a bit, and she leaned towards his chest.

Gao Zhe wrapped one arm around her back, the other under her knees, lifting her out of the car, his suit in the crook of his arm just right to cushion her legs.

The lights were on inside the villa as Gao Zhe carried her upstairs, into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

As he was about to straighten up, Lu Zhenzhen refused to let go.

Gao Zhe patted her arm, “Let go.”

“I won’t let go.”

Lu Zhenzhen looked up at him, her small face looking even more pitiful.

“Gao Zhe, you got mad at me.”

“I apologized just now.”

“I wasn’t talking about just now, I meant the last time you got angry at me, you left without coming home afterward.

You bullied me.” Her voice was soft, tender, with a hint of tears.

Gao Zhe’s stern expression began to show signs of softening.

However, there was still no hint of a smile.

He stared into her eyes and asked, “Jiaojiao went to Capital City, you didn’t go with her this time?”

“I wanted to go…”

Gao Zhe’s brow instantly furrowed, his expression darkening.

He actually regretted saying that as soon as he finished, feeling slightly petty as a man.

But before he could take back his words, Lu Zhenzhen had the knack of infuriating him.

“Huh.”

He let out a cold laugh, reaching behind his neck to pry her fingers off one by one.

Lu Zhenzhen reacted quickly, her fingers pressing down on his.

“But I didn’t really want to go.

My mind is full of you, no room for anyone else,” Lu Zhenzhen stared straight at him, “Ah Zhe, let me coax you, please?”

Wasn’t she just calling him Gao Zhe a moment ago?

When she’s angry, she not only calls him by his full name but might even sarcastically call him Mr.

Gao.

Even when she’s in the wrong, she’ll insist on finding some justification for herself.

And if she can’t gain the upper hand, she’ll pretend to be pitiful, squeeze out a few tears, and he’ll panic like crazy, coaxing her with sweet words, not caring anymore about what made him angry in the first place.