The girl wanted to show off the fruits of her labor, so she hugged the cat and leaned against him. Fu Yingcheng was still washing his hands and subconsciously took two steps back.
The water dripped from his hand and splashed onto his thighs wrapped in dark suit pants.
In a flash of lightning, the scene that I had never seen flashed back in my mind.
I didn't see it, but my other senses were extremely sensitive.
The girl, who was slightly hot from the hot water in the bathtub, sat on his lap, the wet water seeping through the fabric and sticking to his skin.
The long, winding, damp hair rested on his arms, making him feel itchy.
The scent of daisies hits your face during hot flashes.
...
The veins on the man's forehead jumped, and the muscles in his arms tightened for a moment, and his face turned dark: "I don't want to smell it, just hold it farther away."
"Forget it if you don't want to smell it."
Ji Fanling's face fell, and he curled his lips: "Anyway You know I washed it very clean, and there is absolutely no bacteria at all."
The man didn't want to listen to what her little mouth was saying, and went to wash his hands with heavy eyes, washing even more than usual. Longer.
Ji Fanling put the cat on the ground and let it play by itself: "It's quite convenient to have hot water 24 hours a day." It's much more convenient than going to a public bathhouse on a cold day.
Fu Yingcheng didn't say anything. After washing his hands, he went to the bedroom and changed into a pair of clean trousers.
The two of them tacitly went to the table to eat as before.
In the blink of an eye, they hadn't sat together to eat like this for two months.
Ji Fanling had an inexplicable surge of emotions in his heart, ready to move, and he was also a little bit unstoppably happy.
When the meal was hot, she took off her sweater and put it on the back of the chair: "It's better to have a heater." No wonder Fu Yingcheng felt cold in the shared house.
"If it's hot, open the window." Fu Yingcheng was emotionless.
"It's not that hot." Ji Fanling took the rice into her mouth and stuffed a chopstick with shredded spicy chicken. "And this rice..."
She said sincerely as she struggled to swallow.
"...Don't tell me, I miss Aunt Tong a little bit after I haven't eaten for a long time."
Fu Yingcheng's dark eyes froze, and his chopsticks finally stopped.
I miss his hot water, his heating, and his food.
What happened?
His house is just a hotel?
For two whole months, she even began to miss Aunt Tong. Didn't she even think about Fu Yingcheng?
Whose house is this?
Aunt Tong's house?
Ji Fanling noticed the look in his eyes, paused slowly with his chewed cheeks, and said vaguely: "What's wrong?"
"You talk too much while eating."
Fu Yingcheng lowered his eyes and said coldly, "I don't want to Listen."
Ji Fanling: "..."
Ji Fanling took out her phone and typed hard to reply to Zhou Sui's message;
it's none of my business: [I understand. ]
None of my business: [Fu Yingcheng can't fall in love. ]
None of my business: [It's because he has a mouth. ]
*
At the beginning of March, the weather in Beiwan became slightly warmer, open-air stalls were set up, the number of food stalls increased, and Ji Fanling became busier and busier.
I don't know if it's because it's not so cold anymore, but people tend to be lazy. Ji Fanling always catches Lu Yan dozing secretly in the corner. Even so, the dark circles under her eyes are frighteningly heavy.
For several days this week, Lu Yan did not rush to rent a house to sleep as usual, but instead lay on the table to rest like Ji Fanling.
Ji Fanling finished lunch, put on her hood, and was lying on the table skillfully to prepare for a nap. Lu Yan, who was next to her, suddenly touched her shoulder with her fingertips and said hesitantly:
"Fan Ling, I want to tell you. Just something."
"Yeah." Ji Fanling lazily raised his head from under his hood.
"Didn't your friend who drives a Rolls-Royce find a place for you to stay?"
"So?"
"I was just wondering if I could go with you. "Live."
Lu Yan tentatively said, "Of course, I will share the rent with you. We have lived together for so long and we know our living habits. And I will miss you very much after you move away..."
Ji Fanling calmly interrupted: "No."
Lu Yan's prepared words suddenly choked in his throat, and he said dryly: "Why, Fanling? Is it inconvenient?"
"It is inconvenient."
"Then see if you can invite him Help me find a place to live?" Lu Yan pleaded, "I have saved a little money and have a larger budget. If he needs an agency fee, I can pay for it."
"No,"
Lu said. Yan paused, and there was an obvious thorn in his words: "When you said you wanted to live with me, I was busy helping you. Now that you reject me, you don't have to be so straightforward."
Ji Fanling The tired sleepiness in his eyes slowly receded, and he just stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked: "Why do you suddenly want to move?"
"As soon as the weather gets warmer, the cockroaches come out,"
Lu Yan thought. He complained, "Those two young lovers never clean up after dinner. There are cockroaches everywhere in the house. I can't stand it anymore."
"Really?"
Ji Fanling said lightly, "It's because the man in room two is staring at me again. I fell in love with you."
The girl's tone turned pale, and she said with an embarrassed smile: "Who did you meet recently?"
"I didn't meet anyone," Ji Fanling said. "It's just that the dog was originally meant for you. You realized it, so you especially wanted me to live there too."
At least, there is a friend with you . Live, safer.
Going in and out of the house together can also build courage.
In fact, there are also more secretive and shameful thoughts.