...
"What disappeared?"
A clear female voice suddenly sounded from behind.
The wind chimes hanging high in the room were blown up by the wind and made a crisp "ding" sound.
Fu Yingcheng's back tensed for a moment and he turned around slowly.
The girl was wearing his pajamas, her little face was crooked, her pupils were dark, and she looked at him suspiciously: "What are you looking for?"
She paused for a few seconds.
Fu Yingcheng asked in a deep voice: "I just called you, why didn't you say anything?"
"Ah, did you call me?" Ji Fanling raised his chin in the direction of the balcony, "I washed my shoes and was drying them just now."
"Where are the other things?"
"Are you talking about these?"
Ji Fanling took out a plastic bag containing toothbrushes, hair ropes, pen refills and random sundries from the handle behind the second bedroom door. The plastic bag was also scrawled with black ink. He wrote the words "Ji Fanling":
"I'm pretending."
In high school, Fu Yingcheng was known throughout the school for his mesophobia in addition to his grades.
Most high school boys have a rough life, playing basketball like crazy and lying around in stinking sweat, but Fu Yingcheng is different, he is always clean.
The girls who had a crush on him at that time said privately that he was like the moon, spotless and always aloof.
In the sports meeting of the first year of high school, Fu Yingcheng won the first place in the 3,000-meter long-distance race, beating the second place by half a circle. When he walked down the track, the boys in the class were all talking about Fu Shen, Fu Shen worked hard, and he moved out of the way noisily. Let him sit in the bleacher seat.
Obviously very tired, the young man glanced at the dusty stands and replied coldly: "No, it's too dirty."
...
as if being stained was something unbearable.
Ji Fanling considered staying at someone else's house and doing as the Romans did, so she worked all morning and tried to reduce her sense of presence.
Even though she lives here.
But, it's like it doesn't exist at all!
This is not enough, give it to him, he will be moved to death.
...
Fu Yingcheng didn't seem deeply moved.
The man lowered his head and had a deep profile. His dark eyes moved up from the tatters in the plastic bag to the girl's fingers hooked in the plastic bag... It wasn't even winter yet, and the thin white knuckles were already frozen. Dense cracks.
Looking up further, his dark eyes focused on her face for a while.
He closed his eyes and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
Admitted.
When he spoke again, Fu Yingcheng's voice returned to its usual inhumane coldness, and he raised his chin: "Put things where they should be."
Ji Fanling: "...Oh."
Fu Yingcheng walked through the living room. , saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, and frowned: "You use a washing machine for washing, and the balcony is covered with water when you wash it."
Ji Fanling heard the sound and came over, and couldn't help but clenched his teeth: "Where is the water..." You Water coming out of your head?
"Also," Fu Yingcheng glanced at the ground, "Did you mop the floor with a mop?"
"No, I mopped it with my head." Ji Fanling said with a wooden face.
"The mop is very expensive, don't use it in the future."
Fu Yingcheng glanced at her, his brows darkened behind the lenses, and his voice sounded cold and conceited: "...don't let me wear it out."
Ji Fanling: "..."
Damn you.
How expensive can a mop be? ! !
*
Ji Fanling felt that Fu Yingcheng's mysophobia was even worse than when he was a boy.
The man didn't just say let it go, but asked her to collect the clothes on the balcony to dry, but he didn't forget to show his kindness and briefly explained how to use the dryer.
Ji Fanling had no choice but to comply, not forgetting to urge him: "Have you contacted Zhou Sui?"
"I asked in the morning, but she didn't reply." Fu Yingcheng said, "Wait."
It rained heavily in Beiwan last night, and the air was very humid. Not only were the clothes left dry overnight, they were even damper.
Ji Fanling cursed for a long time while waiting to dry, thinking that if she could live with Zhou Sui, she would not live with Fu Yingcheng.
After all, Zhou Sui has a good temper and a soft personality, and can be manipulated like a dumpling.
And Fu Yingcheng, even when she was drying, would stand by the window, staring at her coldly like a supervisor.
Ji Fanling was sitting, and all he could see was his sharp black trouser legs, with a little outline of his ankle exposed under the trouser legs. His muscles and bones were clearly defined, neat and good-looking.
The heavy gaze fell on her from a high place, which was brighter than the thin sunlight outside the window, making the top of her hair feel slightly hot.
Ji Fanling was sitting on the small bench in a daze with her chin in her hands.
She glanced at him, then looked at him again.
In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore. I raised my eyelids and said in a calm tone: "Do you think I look like an idiot?"
Fu Yingcheng: "?"
"Your dryer only has two operations, and they are both before drying." Ji Fanling's face was expressionless.
"Please tell me these three steps: open the door, take out the clothes, and close the door."
"...Which step will I have a problem with?"
Chapter 05 Privilege
The balcony was silent for a moment.
For a moment, Fu Yingcheng seemed to find it ridiculous, twitching the corners of his lips and laughing.
His voice was magnetic, and his smile had a deep and melodious sound, like a stone dropped into the middle of a winter lake, causing light ripples in the ear.
"When did I say," Fu Yingcheng said slowly, "What's wrong with you is your IQ?"
"I never said that you are poor in IQ" and "I never said that what's wrong with you is your IQ."
A slight difference can lead to a loss of thousands of miles.
Ji Fanling's face dropped: "What do you mean? What do you think is wrong with me?"
However, the man had no intention of arguing with her and turned around and went straight into the living room.
Ji Fanling couldn't help but say "Hey" at his back, and her harsh words could not catch up with his heels.
never mind.
Give him a break.
A wise man does not fight with others on their territory.
The drying process isn't exactly beautiful, but the results are extraordinarily beautiful.