Mr. Qin's cinnabar mole

Chapter 469 You Have Your Life To Study Me
When he arrived at the restaurant, standing by the pure black square table, Ye Zhiwen stared down at the clean wooden chair and stool, and subconsciously stretched his hand into his trouser pocket, trying to take out a towel to wipe the stool.But when he thought of what Song Zhizi said in the hospital last time, he held back again.

Ms. Song said that people who are too clean will not be able to marry a wife.

He must not act too cleanliness, and he must not scare Song Zhizi away.

Ye Zhiwen clenched his hands a little bit, and the short and neatly trimmed nails made the palms feel a little painful, so he restrained his obsession with cleanliness.Song Zhizi saw Ye Zhiwen clenched his hands into fists, looking at the bench with struggling eyes, she felt amused in her heart.

"Wipe it, you're a clean freak, I'm sloppy with mine." Song Zhizi was worried that Ye Zhiwen would get sick if he held it in like this.

Ye Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I also know that my eccentricity is not good, but it has been too many years, and I have developed this habit of wanting to wipe everything I touch, and I really can't change it for a while."

Song Zhizi nodded and said, "I understand." He stayed in the spotless research institute all day long, so it's understandable that he loves to be clean.

Ye Zhiwen wiped the stool before sitting down.He wiped the tabletop again with a clean towel, and said while wiping: "Actually, I know these tables and stools are not dirty, but I just can't overcome the barrier in my heart."

Song Zhizi nodded, expressing his understanding.She stared at the inexhaustible disposable towel in Ye Zhiwen's hand, wondering if his trouser pocket was made of a bottomless pit, otherwise how could he take out a towel from it anytime and anywhere?
After Ye Zhiwen finished his work, Song Zhizi asked him: "I have a question. Mr. Ye's obsession with cleanliness is so severe, if you marry a wife in the future, will you ask her the same?"

Ye Zhiwen said calmly: "Didn't Ms. Song say before that a clean freak like me cannot marry a wife?"

Song Zhizi suddenly felt a pain in his face.

The burning pain.

She laughed and said sincerely: "Mr. Ye is a very nice person. I have been in touch with you for a long time and know your true personality. There are always people who can see your other advantages."

"Really?" Ye Zhiwen took a sip of the light lemonade, looked at her with heavy eyes, and said nothing.

Song Zhizi felt nervous when he saw her, and even her cheeks felt a little hot.Overcoming the embarrassment, Song Zhizi rubbed her hot earlobe with her index finger and thumb, and then asked again: "If she likes to sit on the sofa, eat snacks and watch movies, can you accept it?"

Song Zhizi felt guilty when he asked this question.

A clean man like Mr. Ye would certainly not allow his wife to be so indulgent and sloppy.

Song Zhizi had been observing Ye Zhiwen, and when she saw Ye Zhiwen shaking his head, her heart turned cold.

Song Zhizi thought it was over.

She has no other hobbies, but loves to lie on the sofa and watch TV and eat some of her favorite snacks.She works as a model and must absolutely refrain from eating and drinking. Every month, she only allows herself to indulge one day.Even though her career has fallen into a trough in the past two years, she is no longer a smash hit supermodel, but she is still very self-disciplined in terms of diet.

NO.15 of every month is Song Zhizi's indulgence day, she allows herself to eat snacks while watching a movie.That was Song Zhizi's greatest happiness.

If you are with Mr. Ye, even this only fun will be cancelled.
Song Zhizi retreated in his heart.

She might not be able to bear such a high-quality man as Mr. Ye.

At this moment, Song Zhizi suddenly heard Ye Zhiwen say: "However, if that person is you, I am willing to wait for you to finish eating before cleaning."

!

Song Zhizi suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Zhiwen in astonishment.

Ye Zhiwen was also looking at her, his eyes burning, neither dodging nor hiding.

Song Zhizi's heartbeat suddenly lost control, she pinched her skirt under the table, she heard her thunderous heartbeat, and she heard herself asking Ye Zhiwen: "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by that?"

Ye Zhiwen moved his butt on the stool, and he loosened his tie a little, probably because he thought it was not serious enough, so he tightened it up again.Song Zhizi just watched him fiddle with the two ties repeatedly. Not only was she not impatient, but she became restless following his movements.

Finally, Ye Zhiwen put down his hands.

He put his hands flat on the table.At this time, Song Zhizi's mood was also unprecedentedly tense.

Ye Zhiwen opened his red lips lightly, opened his mouth slowly, and introduced himself seriously: "My name is Ye Zhiwen. I have no father or mother. I have savings, a car, a house and a job. I am 36 years old this year, and my height is 184. So far, I have liked Two people."

He told Song Zhizi frankly about his love life: "The first woman I liked was my good brother's mother, who was 13 years older than me. Of course, I didn't have an Oedipus or a sister love affair, it just happened I fell in love with her. Now, I have put her down."

"The second girl I like." Ye Zhiwen stuck out his tongue uneasily, licked his dry lips, and said, "It's you."

Song Zhizi was dumbfounded when he heard it.While she was shocked that Ye Zhiwen liked his good brother's mother, she was even more shocked by this person's frankness and sincerity.

What to do, she found that Mr. Ye is better than she imagined.

Ye Zhiwen clenched his hands unconsciously, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, feeling very nervous. "Miss Song said, you said before that as long as I like it, you can make snacks for me every day." With fiery eyes fixed on Song Zhizi's face intently, Ye Zhiwen asked her: "Does this still count? ?”

Song Zhizi nodded gracefully, "Of course."

Ye Zhiwen suddenly smiled.

He said, "I like your dim sum."

Song Zhizi suddenly put his hand on his forehead, shook his head and laughed. "I haven't gone out these few days and locked myself at home. Does Mr. Ye know what I've been researching recently?"

Ye Zhiwen looked innocent, "I really can't guess."

Song Zhizi took down the hand on his forehead, looked up at Ye Zhiwen, and said courageously, "I'm researching how to chase down that handsome, promising, wise and mature doctor of medicine downstairs."

The calm look on Ye Zhiwen's face froze for a moment.

He slightly hooked his lips, smiled crookedly, and the stars and galaxies in his eyes bloomed instantly.Ye Zhiwen told her: "Then in the future, you will have a lot of time to study me to your heart's content."

Ye Zhiwen's words had a pun, and Song Zhizi naturally understood what he meant.

Song Zhizi tilted her head and called out with a smile, "Boyfriend?"

Ye Zhiwen nodded, "Yes."

After dinner, the two walked home.Ye Zhiwen walked on the left side of the road, and Song Zhizi was protected by him on the right side away from the road.Ye Zhiwen's right hand seemed to hang naturally by his leg, but his arm couldn't help leaning to the right.

He wanted to hold Song Zhizi's hand, but he didn't dare to touch her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Song Zhizi has been peeking at Ye Zhiwen's little movements.After seeing Ye Zhiwen stealthily withdrawing his hand for the fourth time, Song Zhizi couldn't bear it anymore.She quickly stretched out her left hand and hooked Ye Zhiwen's right hand.

Song Zhizi's temperature spread to Ye Zhiwen's body along the fingertips. Ye Zhiwen turned his head to look at Song Zhizi, and saw Song Zhizi's lips curled up. She said, "It's windy, and my hands are cold."

Ye Zhiwen: "Yes."

Today in Kyoto is cloudy, windy, and the temperature is 27 to 28 degrees, so fucking cold.

Holding hands all the way into the elevator, they were so 'cold' that their palms were sweating.

Ye Zhiwen sent Song Zhizi to her door, and the two let go of their hands.Ye Zhiwen saw Song Zhizi open the password door, then saw her turn around, and asked him with a smile, "Would you like to come in and have a sit?"

(End of this chapter)