Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

In the evening, when Winnie went back, she didn't see Channing.

She looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.

Is he still working overtime.

Winnie put her stuff down, then pinned her hair behind her head with shark clips and started the house cleaning.

Standing at the door of the guest room, which was full of miscellaneous things, she thought about it and cleaned up

the room, and took clean bedding to cover it.

After doing all this, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Winnie clapped her hands, and the job was done.

She grabbed her clean pajamas and went into the bathroom, covered with a mask and hit the shower.

After showering, Winnie nestled on the couch and opened her phone to a message Channing had sent her half an

hour ago.

Winnie hastily ripped off the film and ran towards the foyer, pulling open the door as soon as she could.

Outside the door, Channing is leaning against the wall, looking sideways at her, the corners of his lips slowly lifting.

Winnie restrained herself for a few moments, "Why don't you ...... just call."

"I thought you were asleep."

Winnie said, "If I do sleep, are you just going to stand here all night."

"Was thinking about that."

Winnie: "......"

Then she should have let him think about it a little longer, and maybe he would have gone.

Winnie took a few steps back as Channing turned in and closed the door on.

It was only then that Winnie noticed that he was carrying a suitcase in his hand.

It seems to be a real plan to stay here for a long time.

Winnie couldn't help but speak up, "The reason you came over so late, you didn't go back and pack your clothes,

did you?"

"Not exactly, it only took a few minutes to pack up the clothes."

Winnie doesn't want to talk.

Channing stood in the living room and took a few steps to look at her, "Do I still have to sleep on the couch, sis."

Winnie tilted her head sideways, "Sleep in the room."

Channing raised his eyebrows without a trace.

The next second, Winnie took him to the door of the guest room, then opened her phone and took out the schedule

she had prepared in advance, "I get up around nine o'clock every day, and you should be gone by then, so our

schedules won't clash, but at night, I'll use the bathroom from nine to ten, so avoid that time if you want to use the

bathroom. "

She looked at the phone while continuing, "And that is, if the kitchen, you can use whatever you want, what

ingredients are missing you tell me, I will make up for it, the living room words ...... if non-essential, you should stay

in the room."

Channing leaned against the door frame and listened carefully to her request without interrupting, waiting for her

to finish before lazily saying, "So how much do I pay you for rent each month?"

Winnie: "......?"

Channing looked at her, "You're not looking for a roommate to share in these conditions."

Winnie paused and rescanned her phone as if it was a bit.

She is not justified and strong: "But living together, there will inevitably be various small problems, I am not in

advance to avoid the risk."

"What risk? Fear of me bumping into you in the shower? Or the fear that you'll bump into me in the shower?"

Winnie: "......"

Her face reddened at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Channing's dark eyes emerged with a smile and he quickly approached and kissed her on the lips, "It's late, go to

sleep, good night."

Another successful sneak attack by him.

Winnie hurriedly ran back to her room and closed the door.

Channing also pulled his suitcase and went into the guest room.

Winnie was lying in bed and not long after, she heard the rustling of water coming from the bathroom.

She took the blanket and covered her head, trying to block out the sounds and the images that automatically

replenished in her head.

Soon the sound of the water stopped and the sound of the door closing came from the guest room.

Winnie lifted the covers, holding her face a little red, and let out a long breath.

Some lax thought, this is considered ...... they officially started living together?

It doesn't seem to have been this formal three years ago.

Winnie rolled over and buried her head in the pillow, feeling sleepy in no time.

She seems to have slept pretty well these past few nights.

Morning.

Winnie woke up less than seven o'clock.

She hadn't woken up this easily and naturally in a long time.

She estimated that at this time Channing may not be up yet, out of the room, the whole movement is very light,

after washing up, go out for a morning run.

Since it was summer, it was already bright at seven o'clock and there were especially many people out for exercise

and morning runs.

Winnie has not run for some time, just ran a while, feel a little tired.

She gradually slowed her pace, and just then, a familiar voice came from next to her, "Good morning."

Winnie subconsciously replied, "Good morning."

Only when the words dropped did she jerk her head around and look at Channing beside her, "When did you ......

wake you up?"

"No, I should be up earlier than you."

Winnie looked at the sweat on his face and felt that indeed he had been running longer than her.

After a few more minutes of running, Winnie stopped, her breath slightly panting: "I can't run anymore, I'll go back

first, you continue."

Channing followed suit and turned around, "I'm almost done running, together."

On the way back, Winnie looked at the time, it was not yet eight o'clock.

She said, "I told you yesterday, my usual wake up time is nine o'clock, right, you're out running so early, if I'm not

up when I go back how do you ......"

Channing spoke without haste, "Waiting for you to get up."

Winnie: "......"

In response to last night and this morning, she felt that something like a one-time password wasn't exactly

convenient.

She doesn't always see the messages he sends.

Even when she realized this side, Winnie didn't answer.

When she returned, Winnie soon discovered a new problem.

She instantly ran back to her room, "You wash first, I'm not sweating much."

"Good."

Channing came out of the shower and went straight into the kitchen.

Winnie also took the opportunity to quickly run in with her things.

So back and forth between the original empty and quiet house, as if there is finally the fireworks and life.

Winnie exited the bathroom and leaned against the wall, watching Channing's back as her lips slowly curved.

Such a life seemed to her like being in a dream.

Channing, probably having heard the movement, turned back to her and said, "It's time to eat."

Winnie hurriedly retrieved her thoughts and responded, "Good."

Such questions and answers seem to be the tacit understanding and skill that only a couple who have been

together for a long time can have.

Winnie sat at the table, saw that it was getting late, and asked in passing, "Don't you have to rush to the office

today?"

Channing placed the food and sat across from her, "Not today."

Winnie: "?"

"Weekend."

Winnie then realized that he was still wearing loungewear.

Channing said, "If you don't have a work schedule, we can go on a date."

Winnie choked directly on the milk in her glass and subconsciously said, "Yes ...... there is."

"I'm with you."

"No ...... is not appropriate, right?"

Channing said, "I can be your driver."

"I have drivers ......"

Channing looked at her without saying a word.

Winnie was silent: "Then let's ...... together."