Contentment grows joy

Chapter 16 I'm going to sleep

At this moment, it should be regarded as cold winter, but the house is warm and harmonious.

Millet and Shen Ziqiang held a cup of tea, looked down at the tea leaves floating leisurely in the cup.

This is the first time Mili has invited a man to her house.

It would be a lie to say that you are not nervous.

Shen Ziqiang said that he never went to a girl's house, and that was also true.

It was the first time for two people to get along alone in a small space. They were excited, uneasy, and even more at a loss.

Millet and Shen Ziqiang just sat there dryly, opened their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

"That..." Shen Ziqiang spoke out first, "Didn't you live with your parents?"

"No, my mother urges the marriage all day long, thinking about things, and I'm almost crazy about her. After a fight with her, I moved out. I bought it with the money I saved in the past few years. The small house was simply decorated, and I lived in it. Without the oppression of my mother, I feel free and at ease, very comfortable."

Millet is quite proud of the house she bought with money, and her tone is full of arrogance.

"Oh, you bought the house yourself, it's not bad." Shen Ziqiang looked around the cozy little house again, and nodded incessantly.

"No, it's okay." Millet waved her hand modestly.

"I'm not as romantic as you. My house is decorated in a simple and casual way, without any style." Shen Ziqiang chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. I live in the house. I just need to feel good about it. I don't need to worry about what others say."

"Well, yes."

"When I bought a house, I hadn't graduated long ago, and I paid in full, so the money for decoration was very little, and a friend made do with it, hehehe, anyway, I was alone, and I often traveled on business, so I will Just stay."

"Oh, small house, you can decorate it however you want, if you are not satisfied, you can redecorate it."

You are a migrant worker, how can you compare decoration with my literary young woman?Mili secretly gave a "poof" in her heart, but on the surface she still seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Somehow, the topic came to the house, and the conversation between Miu Li and Shen Ziqiang continued around the house, and the atmosphere in the house suddenly became active.

"At that time, one of my classmates thought the real estate was good, and urged me to buy it too. At that time, I was hesitant to buy it. It was so big that one person didn't need it. Later, under his repeated encouragement, I bought a more than 100 square meters. I spent all the money on me, and in the two months after I bought the house, I borrowed my meals from my colleagues, hehehe."

Shen Ziqiang talked a lot in one breath, and he didn't forget to see the reaction of Millet after he finished speaking.

"Oh!" Mili felt an inexplicable distress in her heart, and her face darkened.

This simple rural man jumped out of the farm, but he did not lose the sincerity of the rural people.

That rare sincerity makes people feel distressed.

When Mili was young, she lived in the countryside with her grandparents. The sincerity of the rural people has always made her miss her. She has always had a special feeling for the rural people, and she can't explain it clearly.

Nostalgia, yes, it is nostalgia, my best friend summed it up for her in a word, she thinks it is very appropriate.

So much so that Shen Ziqiang had a second chance to meet her.

Maybe even she didn't understand it, not because of how good Shen Ziqiang's job was and how well educated he was, but because he came from the countryside and had a rural atmosphere, which made her feel kind.

However, he is really dirt, which made her a little bit disgusted, but it did not affect her overall judgment of him.

Millet is a wise person, she knows that inner honesty is more important than outer soil.

That's why she chose to keep in touch with Shen Ziqiang.

"Well, actually, if you don't like the style of my house, you can change it. I also saved some money to redecorate it. It should still be affordable."

Seeing that Miu Li's face darkened, Shen Ziqiang thought she was dissatisfied.

He couldn't guess what he was dissatisfied with, so he could only find words to make up for it.

"Oh, it's okay, it's fine." Millet replied quickly.

Afraid of frightening the wood, she quickly gave him a bright smile.

Eh, no, I don't like the style of your house?What does it matter if I like it or not?Did I say I want to marry you?

You, Shen Ziqiang, are so confident that I will marry you?
Millet was taken aback!
This Shen Ziqiang looks like a piece of wood, how can he speak so oily?

Worse, this old man has never been to a girl's house before. Would he think that when an old girl invites him to my house, she tacitly agrees to associate with him, or even get married?

Millet's heart trembled again!
No, I can't let him misunderstand and look down upon him.

Mi Li took the phone and looked at the time on it, it was eleven o'clock.

"Ah—" Millet yawned.

"Well, how about, let's stop talking today, I'm a little sleepy, I have to go to bed early, and I have a meeting tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry to bother you." Shen Ziqiang was sipping his tea, when he heard Miu Li speak, he quickly put down his teacup and carefully wiped the rim with his hands.

"Hmm." Milia's expression became tepid again.

Shen Ziqiang walked towards the door with his head down.

Millet is preparing to close its doors.

Suddenly, Shen Ziqiang turned his face, clasped his hands together, and looked at Millet.

"Today, thank you very much, especially thank you for letting me come to your house, really, thank you very much!"

Mili has the feeling of going out to talk about business with people, which is like the standard way of thanking customers when they finish talking about business.

Are you looking for a business or a wife?

Millet heart muttered amusingly.

"Okay, okay, you're welcome, you're welcome!" Millet had no choice but to answer him formally.

"Well, I'll call you tomorrow." Shen Ziqiang still kept his palms together.

"This..." Milia hesitated a little, tomorrow is Monday, there are many things to be busy, and she may have to work overtime until late.

Seeing that Shen Ziqiang lowered his head in disappointment, he couldn't bear it.

"Yes, yes." Milia agreed to him again.

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!" Shen Ziqiang left Mili's house gratefully.

Mili always felt that something was wrong, this, is this how love is talked about?
In movies, TV dramas, and novels, have you ever seen such a polite scene?

However, Millet felt quite real.

This Shen Ziqiang!

Just as the door was closed, the phone rang again.

It's so late, it must be Qian Hui.

At first glance, it really is Qianhui.

Do not pick up!

He called ten times in a row, but Miu Li never answered.

In the end, the caller ID changed to Dad.

There is no way, Qian Hui must have forced Su Jian to call Mi Li, and Mi Li had to answer, otherwise, Su Jian would have to sleep on the floor at night.In winter, it will freeze.

"Hey, Comrade Qian Hui, it's so late, do you have any important orders?" Millet didn't have any tone.

"Hey, Lier, how do you know it's me, not your father?" Qian Hui's voice always sounded so excited.

"Comrade Qian Hui, do you think I'm your daughter and I'm a three-year-old child? I can't understand your tricks?" Millet raised her voice.

If I really want to give money through the phone screen, I will show a big mentally handicapped and speechless expression.

"If you didn't use my father as a threat, I wouldn't be bothered to answer your phone call." Millet was indignant.

"Oh, your dad misses you too..."

"Really? Then you call my dad to talk to me."

"Oh, he suddenly had a stomachache just now, and he went to the toilet. Let me tell you a few words first, hey, Lier, then, Su Qin, you really don't think about it? I think it's pretty good..."

"Mom, if you mention Su Qin again, I will ignore you for half a year! You know my character, and I will do what I say!" Millet spit out these words slowly.

If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think it's a sick cat!

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Qian Hui's condescending voice was faintly heard: "Here, you can talk to your little padded jacket, I've been silenced."

"Hehehe, Lier, don't bother with your mother, she is retired and has nothing to do, don't worry, let's look for it slowly, don't make do with it!" Su Jian's gentle voice came over.

"Yeah!" Millet nodded, and the three big characters Shen Ziqiang suddenly appeared in his mind, drifting past.

(End of this chapter)