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Chapter 674 Jing Xing: "But I want to sell myself."

The phone was still ringing, Jing Xing casually put down the box of ice cream, walked around the counter to the living room, the phone was placed on the coffee table, Jing Xing bent down and picked it up, the one dancing on the phone screen was Cheng Xu's name.

Jing Xing pressed the connect button, and in the next second, Cheng Xu's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Hello? Hello? Sister Qingyou? Can you hear me? Brother Xing is still at home School, why did the phone turn off when I called him? You—”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jing Xing: "Maybe the phone is out of battery."

"..." Cheng Xu's words stopped abruptly, and after a while, he called out cautiously, "Brother?"

Jing Xing didn't intend to talk nonsense with him: "If you have something to say, you will go to court, if you have nothing to say, you will retreat."

"..." Cheng Xu finally came to his senses, and his voice suddenly raised, "No, bro, why are you holding Sister Qingyou's phone?"

It happened that Lin Qingyou came out of the room after changing her clothes, and seeing Jing Xing on the phone, she asked casually, "Who is it?"

"Cheng Xu." Jing Xing said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen counter, "Youyou, put your ice cream in the refrigerator first, it will melt in a while."

Lin Qingyou snorted and walked towards the kitchen.

Cheng Xu on the phone: "?"

Are you still together at this time?

I don't know what Cheng Xu said, but when Lin Qingyou came out of the kitchen, Jing Xing had already hung up the phone.

Lin Qingyou pulled out a box of vacuum-packed bagged rice from nowhere. When I was in the supermarket just now, I forgot to buy staple food such as rice, so I could only rely on myself.

After checking the shelf life and making sure it hadn't expired, Lin Qingyou took apart the rice and started steaming the rice step by step according to the steps written on Baidu Encyclopedia.

Jing Xing took out the things in the shopping bag, arranged them on the dining table, washed the fruits, and the rice in the rice cooker was almost cooked.

Not daring to let Jing Xing be a guinea pig, Lin Qingyou dug a bite out with a spoon and tasted it.

"How is it?" Jing Xing looked at her expression.

Lin Qingyou chewed for a long time before swallowing the spoonful of rice reluctantly, and said, "It's okay, it's just—"

The corners of Jing Xing's eyes slightly raised: "What is it?"

Lin Qingyou said honestly, "It's just a bit of a hassle."

Jing Xing: "..."

I don’t know if it’s the rice cooker’s problem, or she put a little less water. The steamed rice is as hard as stone and gravel. Although it smells like rice, it’s really hard to chew. of.

Lin Qingyou gave up the idea of ​​the chef being in charge of the spoon, and took the bowls and chopsticks for eating to the restaurant.

Jing Xing didn't eat much, so he was drinking a cup of soy milk, and asked her casually, "Did you live here alone before?"

Just now Jing Xing walked around in several rooms, but did not see any traces of other people's life.

"That's right. Occasionally, a nanny will come to clean up." Lin Qingyou took a bite of a strawberry, "I only moved here when I was in the freshman year of high school, and it's close to the school."

When she said this, her tone was understated, as if she didn't care about these past events, "At that time, my mother was sick and hospitalized, and my father was busy. Later, after my mother passed away, my father wanted me to move in to live with him at first. , Later he talked about a new girlfriend, and I moved back again."

Instead of talking about this topic, Jing Xing casually talked about Cheng Xu's phone call just now.

After dinner, Lin Qingyou took a shower and wiped her hair until it was half-dry. She took the ice cream out of the refrigerator, spread the neatly folded blanket on the sofa on the floor in front of the French window, and scooped up the ice cream , while looking out the window.

This is on the 23rd floor, and it is located in the city center. From here, looking far away, you can almost have a panoramic view of the night view of most of the city.

When Jing Xing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she had scooped out more than half of her ice cream.

There was heating in the room, so Jing Xing didn't wear short sleeves and came out with his upper body bare. He held a white towel in one hand, and walked this way while wiping his hair: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Qingyou turned her head, and the moment she saw Jing Xing, what she was about to say froze on the tip of her tongue.

He wasn't wearing anything else, just a pair of black low-slung jeans hanging loosely around his waist, water was still dripping from the tips of his hair, and the water droplets continued to slide down his sunken collarbone.

"..."

Lin Qingyou said in her heart the words "see no evil", turned her head pretending to be calm, then pointed at a building a hundred meters away from the floor-to-ceiling windows with a spoon, and said calmly, "Look at my old school."

Jing Xing looked in the direction of her finger, in the deep twilight, the four characters of "Songyuan Middle School" made up of neon lights glowed faintly in the cold night.

Lin Qingyou pointed to him: "Look at this light, it looks like the one in the bathing city where the anti-pornography and anti-illegals fight?"

"..."

It really does look like it, Jing Xing just thought it looked weird, but after Xiao Nuomi Duanzi said that, he realized that it was this green colored lantern, which looked too much like a bathing center.

"Don't look at the cheap school badge, but the school's infrastructure is actually pretty good." After all, it's also her alma mater. After thinking about it, Lin Qingyou tried her best to save some face for her school. Come.

In fact, Jing Xing could have guessed that Xiao Nuomi Duanzi aside, after all, the school was built in the city center where the land was expensive, and if it was really poor, it would probably be a thatched cottage.

"Jing Xing, do you know?" Lin Qingyou stood up from the carpet after eating the last bite of ice cream, and said with emotion, "I never understood why some people didn't like winter, how beautiful winter is, watching the snow through the floor-to-ceiling windows , sitting on a blanket and eating ice cream, the sun is mild but not glaring."

As she said that, she paused, "All the good things stopped when I went to Xiangzhou."

Jing Xing: "..."

Lin Qingyou's expression became sad: "It turns out that all the beauty of this is based on heating. In addition to being cold in winter in Xiangzhou, there are also endless rain, endless fog, and towels that can't be dried." .”

Jing Xing: "..."

After going to Xiangzhou, Lin Qingyou realized that towels can really grow mushrooms. She sighed and said quietly, "Speaking of which, since I went to Xiangzhou, I have given up the habit of eating ice cream in winter."

Eating ice cream in a heating room is romantic, but in Xiangzhou, it is courting death.

"Actually, the winter in Xiangzhou is not bad." Jing Xing opened his mouth not so persuasively, "There is an air conditioner, and it's not that cold."

Lin Qingyou pursed her lips: "The air conditioner is different from the heating system. The hot air from the air conditioner floats on the upper floor of the room, and the place that should be cold is still cold."

Jing Xing: "..."

This is really speechless.

After lamenting the chilling winter in Xiangzhou, Lin Qingyou seemed to think of something, and suddenly tilted her head: "By the way, sit down first."

Jing Xing: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Sit down first, and wait." Lin Qingyou didn't answer, but just grabbed his wrist and pushed him down on the sofa, "I'm going to get something."

With that said, she threw the blanket away, ran to the kitchen, and took something from the refrigerator on the upper floor.

After getting closer, Jing Xing saw what she was holding and was slightly startled: "Cake?"

Lin Qingyou nodded: "Yes, it's for you."

Jing Xing: "For me?"

"It's your birthday today." Lin Qingyou put the cake on the coffee table, and unpacked the outer packaging, "I didn't forget."

It was only after hearing her mention that Jing Xing came to his senses.

Little glutinous rice dumpling did not forget, but he himself forgot, and he never thought of having a birthday.

"I haven't had time to buy a birthday present." After sitting on the sofa, Lin Qingyou tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Look at this, how about I give you this house?"

Jing Xing: "...Huh?"

Although this house is not a detached house, it is just a conventional three-bedroom house, but it is located in a good location, in the city center where every inch of land is expensive, quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, and next to several colleges and universities, it costs eight figures to buy it.

Listening to Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's light tone, it seems that the gift is not a house, but just a random candy.

Lin Qingyou thought about it seriously, and felt that this gift was very good, so she asked him again as if to consult: "Take it as a birthday present, what do you think?"

"..." Jing Xing couldn't help but laugh, "Are you not afraid that I will abscond with the house?"

Lin Qingyou blinked, and didn't take it seriously at all: "It's okay, I have a lot of houses."

Jing Xing: "..."

Well, she really looks like a rich woman.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I went to the supermarket. Lin Qingyou didn't buy a big cake when she was wandering around the baking area. She took a freshly made four-inch small fruit cake with two red hair on it. Purple cherries.

"This is for you to eat." Lin Qingyou leaned over while pinching the stalk of the cherries with her fingertips, "Open your mouth."

Jing Xing opened his mouth obediently, and bit it.

"You don't need to do it, the gold master sister will feed you with her own hands." Lin Qingyou bent her eyes and asked him with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"..." Jing Xing didn't answer, but just muttered, "I really feel like I've been taken care of."

"What's wrong with being taken care of? Look, I don't ask you to sell yourself, I don't want you to show off, and I don't let you work. My roommate asks me every day if I still have a shortage of people, and asks me to be gender-specific." so dead."

Jing Xing dragged his tone slightly, let out an ah, and said with some regret, "Sister Jinzhu, but I want to sell myself."

"..." Lin Qingyou coughed, and said, "It's not enough to sell yourself, and you don't have to do it."

Jing Xing raised his eyebrows, and his voice sounded a little lazy: "No way, Sister Jinzhu, you see, you take care of me, you don't sleep with me, and you don't need me, so what's the point of me being a little boy ?”

"..."

(End of this chapter)