She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 424 "Go, buy a house."

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi was used to swallowing these grievances, but Jing Xing couldn't get used to it.

He doesn't care what he does, his little glutinous rice dumpling is not good, the girl he cares about, why should he go to others to beg for grievances?

Aggrieved?
Lin Qingyou lowered her head, looking at his hands holding her knuckles, looking a little confused.

Well, it is indeed a grievance.

If Lin Hongwei was really a heartless and ungrateful man, she would not be so difficult to deal with, but he once really loved Su Zhiyun, her daughter, and their family even more.

Just for this alone, Lin Qingyou couldn't stand by and watch him coldly.

In the past, she always heard from Chen Zhou that not everyone has a family, especially after growing up, the place where parents are is not necessarily a retreat, and sometimes the pressure from them is greater than anyone else.

At that time, she still didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. It was not until Su Zhiyun passed away, and seeing Lin Hongwei's transformation bit by bit, that she gradually understood the meaning of his sentence.

Home, where does she have a home?

Her home has long been buried in childhood memories along with a plane ticket to Xiangzhou.

Jing Xing's eyes sank little by little, and there was a thick ink-like emotion in his heart. After a long while, he suddenly hugged her and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Go." Jing Xing said.

"what?"

Lin Qingyou was stunned for a moment, she hadn't recovered from the topic they had just talked about, and she couldn't keep up with his sudden jump of thought.

"Where are you going?" She asked in a daze.

"Go buy a house." Jing Xing said concisely.

With a slap on Lin Qingyou's head, a series of big question marks popped up: "???"

What, what?
What to buy?

house? !
No, it's all good, why is it suddenly involved in buying a house?

She looked at him with wide eyes, and began to stutter: "You, what house are you buying?"

Jing Xing's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "You can buy whatever you want."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

No, what she meant was, why did you suddenly mention buying a house, not what kind of house I want to buy.

Already at the door, before Jing Xing opened the door, Lin Qingyou finally finished chewing and digesting his words, buy a house, house—house——

"Wait, you wait—"

She quickly reached out and put one arm on the door, preventing him from opening the door to go out.

"Huh?" Jing Xing raised his eyebrows.

"Put me down." Lin Qingyou patted him on the shoulder, motioning him to let go first.

Jing Xing put her down graciously.

The moment her feet stepped on the ground, Lin Qingyou took half a step back, her whole back was pressed against the door frame, fearing that he would push the door out if his mobility was maxed out, and bought the house directly without saying a word .

"What do you buy a house for?" She asked cautiously.

Lin Qingyou thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out which sentence Jing Xing read from her to read her idea of ​​buying a house.

Jing Xing didn't answer, but leaned over, pressed one hand on the door frame next to her ear, and put his gaze at the same level as her, looking at her with a pair of beautiful black eyes, and asked in the end Her: "You don't want to?"

"..."

Ah this?

In fact, she doesn't really need a house.

In Lecheng City, there are quite a few villas under her name. Although there is no such thing in Xiangzhou, the money that Su Zhiyun saved for her and the annual profits from the shares of the Lin family under her name , Let alone buying a house, buying a few real estate is no problem.

Cheng Xu's saying is actually true, she just looks poorer, but the rich second generation in Xiangzhou City is really miserable, counting it down, he is really the only one.

Lin Qingyou looked at his dark eyes, and suddenly remembered her giant Ferris wheel standing on the east bank of the Xiangjiang River, and that private playground that seemed to burn a lot of money, and felt that Jing Xing, a prodigal son, might really go out and go straight Rushing to the sales office, he shook his head vigorously and said, "...No need, really no need."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Really don't want it?"

"No!" Lin Qingyou shook her head decisively, "Don't buy it."

After thinking about it, she was still worried, slightly strengthened her tone, and added another sentence: "Don't buy it!"

Jing Xing paused for two seconds, then compromised: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

All right?

Right?
What's with this regretful tone?

Since Cheng Xu, an emotional expert who claims to be a little genius in love, always said, "If a girl doesn't want something, she wants it. If you want to give a girl something, don't ask her if she wants it. She is too embarrassed to say it if she wants it." , Just buy it and send it away.” Jing Xing still sent him a message: “I have something to do.”

Cheng Xu quickly replied: "Sister Qingyou has an older sister whom I haven't seen for many years. Today you met on the street and decided to introduce her older sister to me as my girlfriend?"

Jing Xing: "..."

Where is this going?

Jing Xing: "No, I just wanted to say that I wanted to give Xiaotuanzi something just now, but she didn't want anything. So I just want to ask you, what do you think girls generally lack?"

"Brother, I don't think Sister Qingyou is short of things, but you are short, and very, very short." Cheng Xu's tone was quite sincere,

"?" Jing Xing sent a question mark over.

So, Cheng Xu asked from the bottom of his heart: "Brother, do you think you still lack a girlfriend?"

"?" Jing Xing was another question mark.

Cheng Xu continued to ask: "Look, what do you think of me?"

Jing Xing: "..."

Jing Xing crossed out the dialog with him blankly, and then put away the phone.

Thank you for your recommendation, but it will not be considered.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the night darkened, the sky was as thick as splashed ink, and the city of Xiangzhou under the deep sky was brightly lit and the neon lights never went out.

The taxi stopped at the old city side, got out of the car, Lin Qingyou stood on the curb stone by the roadside, put her hand on Jing Xing's arm, and tiptoed to look at the food street ahead.

Late nights in summer are always more lively than winter days. Food Street is still crowded with crowds of people roaming the streets and alleys. The loud speaker at the entrance plays "If I were a DJ, would you love it?" me" music.

"What do you want to eat?" Jing Xing followed her gaze and glanced forward, leading her forward.

Lin Qingyou was a little hesitant, and her steps slowed down: "I still eat at this point, will I get fat?"

Hearing the word "fat", Jing Xing paused slightly, and turned his head in disbelief to look over.

fat?
Did the little glutinous rice dumpling misunderstand the word fat?
(End of this chapter)