Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

When Channing returned, Winnie was packing her things.

She had to put on makeup and change her clothes this afternoon, so those things were just left in the bedroom.

Channing walked over to her as he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, picked up the contents of her arms and hung

them in the checkroom.

Winnie looked at her empty hand, then at his back, and whispered, "Are your sister and the others gone already."

Channing said, "Hmmm," "Let's go."

Winnie hung her head and resumed her crouch in front of the suitcase.

She looked at all those things inside and didn't know how to pack them for a while.

Channing crouched next to her on one bent knee, "Go ahead and take a shower, I'll take care of these."

"Don't." Winnie took one piece outside and turned her head to look at him, "Go ahead and wash it while I put this

......"

Looking at his slightly raised eyebrow, Winnie was a little annoyed, "What are you smiling at."

"It's nothing." Channing took what she was holding, "It was my fault this time, it won't happen again."

Stella sent him a message before she arrived and he didn't see it.

Winnie: "......"

This is something that she can really be shy about for the rest of her life.

Winnie stood up, "You take it."

Channing's lips curled down, "Good."

She took her pajamas and makeup remover toiletries out of her suitcase and quickly went into the bathroom.

Winnie closed the door, secured her hair with shark clips and turned on the water.

When she finished her shower, she went to get her pajamas and accidentally dropped the ribbon she had just taken

off on the floor, and when she bent down to pick it up, Winnie suddenly remembered that she seemed to have

forgotten to bring her wrist brace in.

Now the ribbon is stained with water, almost transparent, and better than nothing.

Winnie dressed and stood in front of the mirror, looking down at her scarred wrists and slowly frowning.

After a moment, she opened the bathroom door, peeked a head out, and tentatively voiced, "Channing?"

The answer to her was a silence.

It looks like it's not in the room.

Winnie exhaled and trotted out, crouching in front of her suitcase and rummaging for her wrist guards.

He was in a hurry when he moved, and there were many small things in bits and pieces, and she completely forgot

where to put them for a while.

Just as she was rummaging through both suitcases, Channing's voice came from behind her, "Looking for

something?"

Winnie tilted her head and subconsciously brought her wrist down and blocked it with her shirt, "Look for my ......

mask."

Channing knelt down and handed her one from the top of the suitcase she had just rummaged through.

Winnie's face remained unchanged: "Not this."

Immediately after, she continued, "You ...... go wash it, I'll find it myself."

Channing glanced unobtrusively at the hand she was draped over, and after a moment, she rose and said, "Good."

Only when Channing went into the bathroom did Winnie withdraw her eyes and look in the far corner of the third

suitcase for wrist guards to put on.

The clothes have basically been packed up by Channing, leaving some household items and makeup tools.

These things do take a little time to set up.

Winnie was a little thirsty, got up and went outside, opened the refrigerator to pour a glass of ice water to drink.

But when you open the refrigerator, you see that it is full of food.

Winnie silently closed the refrigerator door again.

She was trying to get to the water when she saw a glass of freshly heated milk on the table.

It's still a little hot.

Channing should be planning to wait until the temperature is right before taking it to her.

Winnie sat at the table, staring at the glass of milk, a smile slowly rising on her face.

After waiting a while, Winnie finished her milk and washed the glass into the room when Channing had put all her

makeup on the checkroom table.

The original cold Daphne's place, because some of those colorful things, instantly become vivid.

Channing looked over at her, "Finished with the milk?"

Winnie nodded: "finished drinking, these things, or put tomorrow I come, the time is late, you have to go to the

company tomorrow, early ......"

Channing said, "There's not much left, so we'll rest after we collect."

Winnie heard him say this and also bent down to pick up the rest of the suitcase and found a suitable place to put it.

Soon, things were almost packed.

Channing buttoned up the suitcase and took it to the checkroom to put it away.

Winnie watched the scene and had the feeling in a trance that the two of them were setting up their new home.

Thinking about it, Winnie jolted awake and took a deep breath.

Some things always have Murphy's Law, when you think everything is slowly getting better, there is always a little

unexpected accident.

For example, Halle's sudden return.

And ......

Cooper and she were photographed in front of her hotel room.

As well, Georgie's threat.

It doesn't even seem that simple.

Channing turned back around and saw her standing there lost in thought and asked, "What's wrong."

Winnie shook her head and raised a smile on her face, "It's okay, go to sleep."

As the words fell, they simultaneously looked at the two-meter wide bed.

Winnie withdrew her eyes, took the lead and got under the covers, wrapped the covers tightly and closed her eyes,

"Good night."

Channing walked slowly over, turned off the lights, and lay down behind her.

After a while, his voice came in a low voice: "Not hot?"

Winnie felt that the quilt seemed to be a little thick.

She had just let go and was ready to take a breather when her wrist was yanked and she raised her eyes and ran

into a pair of dark, quiet eyes.