After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 351 This Scumbag Really Knows Her Well!

Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said without hesitation: "This is indeed not my house, it is Fengya."

Song of Feng Ya: "."

On the spot, she was overwhelmed by his straightforward and honest appearance!
After being silent for a while, she pretended to be surprised and said, "Yes, it's Fengya? What do you mean? You bought her house?"

Zhong Jingchen nodded: "Not only the house, but also her car, clothes, daily necessities and all other personal items are taken care of by me alone."

Song of Feng Ya: "."

"So all the women's shoes in this cabinet are elegant?" She asked knowingly.

Zhong Jingchen: "Yes."

"Then you let me choose which pair I want to wear, don't you think it's inappropriate?"

She looked at him in disbelief, acting out the reaction of a person who's suddenly told that the whole house, including everything in it, is a relic of Fengya'.

If Zhong Jingchen hadn't figured out her details, he might really be deceived by her superb acting skills.

It's a pity that he has already recognized her unique soul based on his understanding of her.

Not only did he not follow her words and act in the direction she expected, but he deliberately teased her: "What size shoes do you wear?"

Feng Yasong was confused by his blunt topic change, but still subconsciously replied: "37 yards, what's wrong?"

"Fengya's shoes are all size 37, you just fit them, why don't they fit?"

Feng Yasong was stunned by this bizarre remark: "???" Excuse me?

Do you want to hear what crazy things you're talking about?
This is a relic of the dead!Know what relic means?

Even if the owner is Fengya, a grand slam actress, normal people would still feel unlucky if they come into contact with it!
It's fine for this scumbag to let her wear it, even if he doesn't shy away from it?

As long as she is not Fengya Benya, she has already been frightened and ran away at this moment, okay?
Feng Yasong resisted the dragon's urge to roar, he wanted to speak for a while, and then he gritted his teeth and gritted out a sentence from the back molars: "This is the relic of your goddess, you won't feel uncomfortable if it is worn out. Does it hurt?"

"If it's broken, it'll be broken~" Chong Jingchen spread his hands, and his calm and breezy tone was as much to be beaten as possible: "Are there still many pairs in the shoe cabinet? Even if you wear out a pair a day , enough for you to wear it for a year without repeating it.”

Inexplicably, I feel that there is a connoted ode to Feng Ya: "."

It turns out that not only his love for her, but also his love for Feng Ya is nothing more than that?

Fortunately, she thought she had found her soul mate, but in the end it turned out to be just a peerless scumbag who hides better?

The more Feng Yasong thought about it, the sadder he became. Yin Yang, who was about to beat around the bush, said a few words to him, but when he changed the subject, he looked at her with scorching eyes and said, "For Feng Ya, who is thrifty and frugal, it is better to put these good shoes away. Ashes, or burn them with a fire, she should want to see someone make the best use of them and wear them until they break."

"And she is so kind, she will definitely bless everyone who wears her shoes, and will not let them suffer from bad luck, don't you think so?"

Caught off guard, he praised Feng Yasong, whose face was blushing: "."

Damn, this scumbag really knows her well!
After blushing by the shoe cabinet for a while, Feng Yasong finally chose to pretend to be persuaded by him, and took a pair of cinnamon dog slippers that he usually wears most from the shoe cabinet.

After changing into her slippers, she stepped on the soft and fluffy cat-patterned carpet and came to the living room.

Unlike the entrance, where there were many men's belongings, the living room was as large as the layout of the sofa and coffee table, and as small as the arrangement of every decorative item, it was exactly the same as in her impression.

Even the aromatherapy was her favorite smell in the past.

So much so that for a moment, Feng Yasong felt that what he had experienced in the past four months was actually a long dream.

Maybe one day when she wakes up from the dream, she will be disappointed to find that she is lying on the small fabric sofa in the living room and taking a nap in the morning.

There is no family, no companions, no lovers around me.

There are only the title of Grand Slam Queen, flowers and applause, whether sincere or false, and the long lonely years after the applause fades away.

After sighing, what made Feng Yasong feel even more strange was that the man obviously had a cat at home, which was once recognized by the owners of the community as wild and unruly, but there was no one in the living room that had been demolished. trace.

The sand sculpture ornaments that can be seen everywhere are neatly placed, not too many, not too few.

The pure white fabric sofa is also so clean that almost no cat hair can be seen.

Sofa cushions, coffee table legs and other parts that are most likely to be chewed and scratched can't even find a cat's paw print, which is not at all like a family with cats should look like!
It can be seen that although some scumbags say they don't care, they actually cherish her relics very much!
Feng Yasong sighed silently in his heart with mixed feelings, after all, he still couldn't suppress his inner curiosity, and took the initiative to talk to him: "Is your cat not tearing down the house and not shedding its hair? The living room is so clean that there is not a cat hair I can’t even see it, and the decorations are all neat and tidy!”

Chong Jingchen was helping her pour water in the open kitchen, and he didn't answer immediately when he heard this, but pointed to the neatly placed cups in the cupboard, one after another and asked her: "Which one do you want to use?" Drink water?"

Once again, I feel that there is a random ode to Feng Ya: "."

Considering that she was wearing slippers, and it was a bit pretentious to be taboo about cups, she finally gave up acting the reaction that a normal person should have, and casually pointed to a cinnamon dog cup that was the most eye-catching: "Just this one, with me The slippers fit well."

Zhong Jingchen nodded, took out the cinnamon dog cup, poured water, and answered her question just now: "Actually, when it was first adopted by me, it had already demolished the house once."

"Fortunately, I locked it in the guest room at the time, so no serious damage was done."

Of course, no serious damage means that all of Fengya's relics are intact, only the guest room has been turned upside down.

The foot of the bed was chewed to the point where a lot of paint was peeled off, the down pillow was torn to pieces, and the fluff inside flew out and floated all over the room.

Although Zhong Jingchen raised it as a relic of Fengya, he was not used to it at all.

After seeing this situation, he directly locked it in the room, and did not give him food or water, so he let it be dismantled as much as he wanted.

Wait until it is tired, has no strength, and knows that it is hungry, and then go to deliver food and water to it.

After going through this cycle several times, the little cat understands a truth: demolishing the house will lead to starvation.

After that, it will naturally be much more well-behaved.

But it's cute and cute, but Zhong Jingchen can't afford to bet on it.

(End of this chapter)