put wildness in his heart

Chapter 287

The car had already driven into West Street and stopped at the parking space in front of the bar. Shen Jiayu unbuckled her seat belt with one hand and rubbed her head with obvious intimacy: "Look at your vigor, I don’t think it’s a problem to live to be a hundred years old.”

Wen Miao curled her lips and said, "Then I might live to be a hundred and twelve."

"One hundred and two?" Shen Jiayu raised his eyebrows, speaking in his usual, slow tone, which sounded particularly irritating, "Baby, I wonder if you've heard a common saying? It means a thousand years The 8-year-old turtle will become a demon if it lives too long."

"..."

Wen Miao's response was to punch his waist and abdomen with a fist.

Originally wanted to hit him on the dog's head, but due to height restrictions, he couldn't hit him even when he jumped up, so he had to retreat and hit his stomach.

Shen Jiayu easily intercepted her iron fist, and gave it away with a smile: "Don't hit it." He shook the shopping bag in his hand at her, "If you touch the cake, you won't have anything to eat."

For the sake of dinner, Wen Miao temporarily resisted the urge to smash his dog's head off.

In the bag was an eight-inch fruit mousse cake. When I came back, I bought it at a roadside dessert shop. Because I had made an appointment with He Yin to go to the night market for supper later, Wen Miao didn't plan to have dinner, so I thought about eating it first. Order cake pads to cushion your stomach.

Putting the cake on the jade coffee table in front of the sofa, Shen Jiayu went to the kitchen and cut half a watermelon. When he came out, he saw Wen Miao sitting on the sofa with his head down and fiddle with the projector. He walked over, put down the fruit plate in his hand, and asked her One sentence: "Want to watch a movie?"

Wen Miao nodded, fingers still groping back and forth on the projector: "Where is this switch? I searched several times but couldn't find it."

Shen Jiayu leaned over and took a look: "Is it behind?"

"No, I've seen it."

"Then I'll look for the manual."

Shen Jiayu squatted down and opened the lower drawer of the coffee table. Hearing what he meant, Wen Miao was a little surprised: "You don't know how to use the projector once after you buy it, do you?"

"No." Shen Jiayu lowered his head and opened the coffee table drawer, "It's always been there."

Only then did Wen Miao understand, no wonder it was covered with a layer of dustproof cloth, and it was covered with dust.

"Don't you usually watch movies?"

"Very little." Shen Jiayu took out the instruction manual and rolled his downcast eyes twice.

This "rarely" is basically equivalent to "no". Shen Jiayu's living habits, how should I put it, are a bit like the elderly.

It's the kind of old people who are out of touch with society.

Wen Miao had discussed this issue with Lin Er before, and the two agreed that Shen Jiayu and Xie Yan had very similar living habits. They didn't like watching movies or playing games, and they didn't spend much time other than replying messages. Touch the phone.

I usually run, keep fit, read books, and basically have no other hobbies.

The most frightening thing is that the work and rest time of the two of them is so standard that it can no longer be standard. They go to bed early and get up early. If there is no special event, they will not be able to find anyone after eleven o'clock in the evening, because they go to bed early then.

I can find someone in the morning, and I get up before five o'clock.

It is even more punctual than the old men who wake up and exercise in the park in the morning.

Although this living habit is indeed no problem, and can even be regarded as an imitation of contemporary people, but as a young man, and he is still only eighteen or nineteen years old——

Is it a little too otherworldly?

Shen Jiayu briefly scanned the manual, found the switch, and turned on the projector.

Wen Miao leaned over, connected to the wifi neatly, then took the remote control, lowered the curtain, and provoked the movie: "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything is fine, up to you." Shen Jiayu answered casually, and put the manual back in the drawer.

"Don't say this every time." Wen Miao's ears could hear the cocoon, "Is it okay to give some advice once in a while? Don't let me do everything."

Shen Jiayu laughed when she heard that, and pinched her face with her hands back, saying in a lazy and casual tone, "Why, you can do everything up to you, aren't you happy?"

Wen Miao looked at him with her head tilted, and said solemnly: "Boss Shen, do you know that men sometimes need to be assertive."

"Okay." Shen Jiayu nodded cooperatively, but his words were still in the usual conniving tone, and he said lazily, "Then I have a request, can I do it if I don't want to watch horror movies?"

Wen Miao usually doesn't watch movies very much. She watches more musicals and dramas. Occasionally, she goes to a movie theater and chooses to watch horror thrillers that are very refreshing. Shen Jiayu has been fortunate enough to go there twice with her. especially deep.

After reading it at that time, he didn't sleep well for several days, and when he closed his eyes, he saw a hideous bloody face.

I don't know how Wen Miao continued to watch it, and he watched it so enthusiastically.

"Eh?" Wen Miao was originally immersed in choosing movies, and when he heard his words, he paused slightly with his fingers pointing at the remote control, leaned over and looked up at him from a close distance, as if he had discovered a new continent , asked him curiously, "Are you afraid?"

"..."

Of course not afraid.

Not afraid at all.

one!point!All!No!Afraid!
Facing her novel and probing eyes, Shen Jiayu spoke softly but firmly: "No."

Men still need to save face.

Especially in front of girlfriends.

Even though he didn't sleep well for more than half a month after reading it, when his girlfriend asked, he always had only one answer - "No."

Scared?
That doesn't exist.

"Really?" Wen Miao continued to observe his expression closely, obviously not believing what he said, and her voice was slightly narrowed, "Then why did you say this all of a sudden?"

Let's talk about being scared, Shen Jiayu's reaction was not quite right, his voice was steady and calm, it really didn't look like he was scared.

But if he is not afraid, he will not mention it for no reason.

Wen Miao knew him well, and according to Shen Jiayu's temperament, after she finished asking, he should just casually say "I'll follow you, I'll like what you like".

Wen Miao's question stopped Shen Jiayu, and he paused for half a second with his expression unchanged. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glanced at the big cake on the coffee table, and finally found a suitable reason: "It affects appetite."

Ah... Wen Miao can accept this reason.

The facial features and ferocious faces flying all over the screen really affect the appetite a bit, but I don't know if the shadows will affect the sleep at night.

"That's fine." Wen Miao responded very straightforwardly, "I'll find someone who is better at eating, and you go and close the curtains first."

Shen Jiayu gave a "hmm", found the curtain remote control from a corner of the sofa, and closed the curtains in the living room.

(End of this chapter)