Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 8

Yu Zhile stood there, motionless, as if his hands and feet were entangled by some unimaginable strange creature.

She glanced at the last sentence again, and then sneered unreasonably.

Seeing this, Zhang Sitian asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Yu Zhile lowered the phone: "It's nothing."

Zhang Sitian continued to work on her own affairs.

Yu Zhile put the phone back on the table, changed the rag, and continued to wipe the mould.

She curled her eyelashes, as if pressing Wang Yang's mind, and after a while, she picked up the phone again and accepted the 5 yuan.

And replied two words to the other side: address.

The transfer was successful, plus an extremely brief two-character message, which made Jing Sheng stunned for a long time in disbelief.

After repeated confirmation more than a dozen times, he jumped up from the boss chair as soon as he slapped the table, and began to dance to the perpetual motion instrument swinging rhythmically by the table. side by side.

After enjoying himself for a while, Jing Sheng threw himself back into the big chair, his excitement was uncontrollable, he called Lin Yue: "Yue Zi, she took my money!"

"Take my money!" Again, with an accentuated tone, like an overcharged repeater.

Lin Yue's tone sounded like he was rolling his eyes: "Who doesn't love money?"

Jing Sheng said, "I thought she didn't like it."

"But I'm a little disappointed," Jing Sheng sighed slightly: "My mood is very complicated."

Lin Yue: "...I'm also in a very complicated mood. I want to beat you up but I feel exhausted from going to your place."

Jing Sheng propped his chin, squeezed the flesh from one side of his face, and murmured: "I thought she was different from other women..."

"Okay, you are acting in an idol drama," Lin Yue said disgustedly: "I don't even look at what the smog smells like now, the smell of copper, everyone is annoying and can't smell it every day."

Lin Yue concluded: "Okay, I still have something to do, so I'll hang up first."

Jing Sheng gave Yu Zhile the address of his apartment.

He was beaten to the ground by her before, and now he has to watch her kneel down for his own financial resources with his own eyes.

Yup……

Why the hell would I want to see a woman who hit me? ?

On the way home, Jing Sheng sat sprawled in the back seat of the car, full of preoccupations, and didn't really understand himself.

Even if he didn't understand, he still told Assistant Song who was driving: "Don't go back when you get home later."

"What's the matter with Mr. Jing?" Assistant Song asked from the inside rearview mirror.

Jing Sheng glanced sideways: "Anyway, you go upstairs with me."

Twenty minutes later, Song Zhu, who was sitting on the sofa like a clock, saw his ancestor come out of the bedroom in a brand new outfit.

Black chunky-knit turtleneck sweater and soot gray trousers.

Song Zhu: "..." Why?

"How about this body?" Jing Sheng stood in front of him: "Is it a little more mature and intellectual?"

Dare to call him upstairs to watch his personal fashion show?

"It looks good." Song Zhu said one word after another, and clapped his hands stiffly twice.

Jing Sheng gave the prerequisite: "I want to meet a woman later, who is one year older than me."

"Yu Zhile?" The first thing Song Zhu thought of was this girl.

As if being stepped on the tail, Jing Sheng immediately blasted back: "Whoever it is is none of your business! You can wear it however you see fit."

Thinking of this person's frustration last night, Song Zhu felt distressed bit by bit, his lips stretched, and he decided to give his boss some advice:

"Don't older women like fresh meat now? My wife is 28, and she likes Wu X Yang X Li Yi X."

Song Zhu concluded his statement: "Your 26 is not much different."

"That's right—" Jing Sheng looked down at his clothes for a while, then turned around and went back to the bedroom.

When he came out again, he had already put on a milky white sweater.He asked, "What about this body?"

I really can't see much difference, the straight man Assistant Song flattered him with a serious face: "Mr. Jing, you are tall and fair-skinned, and you look handsome in whatever you wear."

"You don't need to tell me the obvious truth," Jing Sheng frowned impatiently, "Tell me your opinion."

This is the same as normal work.

The higher-ups ask you to give some opinions on the plan. If you have no opinions, you have to come up with some opinions, otherwise it will be perfunctory.

Song Zhu thought for a few seconds tiredly, and asked, "Since you're going on a date, why don't you dress more formally?"

Jing Sheng clicked his tongue and rubbed the hair on the back of his head: "I have to dress casually at home, not too formal to give the woman the feeling that I am specially waiting for her. I just watch TV at home and wait for her to deliver Cake? Ah understand?"

"You asked her to bring you a cake again?" Song Zhuxin said, it seemed that Yu Zhile was really there.

"That's not the point, okay?" Jing Sheng returned, then pulled his sweater: "Clothes! You must look after them for me before eight o'clock!"

Song Zhu sized him up again: "Men who work hard are the most handsome. Mr. Jing might as well put on the formal attire he wore for work today, and act as if he had just returned home from get off work after a long day and was waiting for feeding. It would also make women feel sorry for him. "

This conscientious man fell into the usual family warmth, and nodded in self-affirmation: "My wife is like this."

"It's interesting." Jing Sheng touched his chin thoughtfully, nodded, and rolled back to the bedroom for the third time.

It's still the original recipe, and it's still the taste of this morning.

Jing Sheng paced back and forth anxiously around the tea table, sometimes picked up the water cup to pour water, and sometimes picked up the remote control to adjust the channel to vent.

His mobile phone was naturally placed in the center of the coffee table, ready at all times.

Near 08:30, the phone vibrated.

Jing Sheng strode forward, picked it up and looked at it.

'Sitian Baking: Here I Come'

It's here, it's here!

The heart hanging from the ceiling snapped back to the carpet, and Jing Sheng collapsed on the sofa, as if he had lost half his life.

He raised his phone high, and replied with a sentence he had arranged a long time ago:

'I just got off work and I'm very tired, please bring it up, Room 1818'

There was an OK gesture back quickly.

This agrees? !

Why was it harder to ask her to go upstairs last time than climbing to the sky? !
Still have to pay the price of blood and pain?
Can't figure it out.

No matter how hard he could figure it out, Jing Sheng still suppressed his beating heart and waited.

He has a bad habit of shaking his legs when he is in a hurry, and the more he shakes, the more fucking anxious he becomes.

Only five or six minutes later, the doorbell rang.

As if a police car whistled, Jing Sheng got up from the sofa and ran back to the bedroom as if awake...

...look at...look in the mirror.

After taking a good look at the eyes and confirming that the tired eyes and the wrinkles in the suit are OK, he turns out and walks towards the door.

Before opening the door, he simulated a tired face that couldn't hold his eyelids.

It's almost there, hold it, and click it to open the lock.

Jing Sheng pushed it, and the automatic door slowly opened.

A part of the body of the person standing outside is gradually exposed.

until...

fully open.

It was her.

The woman he had been thinking about all day was right outside the door.

Feeling relieved, but also a little puzzled, it was supposed to be her, she was the one who sent the cake.

She was still wearing the dark and sharp jacket that she had met for the first time, but the air around her was several times gentler because of it.

After staring at Yu Zhile for a few seconds, Jing Sheng suddenly recovered.

No, no, no.

My eyes.

The man quickly clasped the door frame, drooped his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Where's my cake?"

The tone is slightly lower than before.

He saw the cake in front of her, but asked the question knowingly.

Yu Zhile also looked back at him, and handed the cake to him calmly.

Jing Sheng stretched out one hand to carry it, and as soon as he turned back to his side, he heard the woman call his name in a calm voice: "Jing Sheng."

Suddenly returning to his senses, he raised his head in an instant, his eyes sparkling, as if he heard his master calling him some kind of dog.

After realizing it, Jing Sheng regretted so much that he wanted to slap himself, he was exhausted from the plan! ! !

The surrounding atmosphere froze for two seconds, and something was urgently needed to break it.

Soon, Yu Zhile opened his lips and asked four words: "Are you chasing me?"

If it was said that there was only a small frozen lake between the two of them, then this rather straightforward question immediately gave rise to a whole piece of Antarctica.

The state of extreme freezing lasted for about ten seconds, followed by the volcanic eruption.The psychological climate is changeable, and it is obvious on the young face of a man.

"I chased you?? Who chased you?!" Jing Sheng's face flushed red, and he was eager to refute and then forcibly pulled back: "Besides, what's wrong with me chasing you?"

Yu Zhile's eyes were still silent.She took out her mobile phone, weighed it twice, and asked him, "Is that so? Chasing him with money?"

Isn't it right?
Didn't she take his money?
Jing Sheng curled his lips into a smile, looked at Yu Zhile, and insisted: "Don't you girls just like money?"

The blush on his cheeks hadn't faded completely, and he had deliberately put on an arrogance in his words, which made him look a little contradictory and funny.

Yu Zhile looked at him, as if she had expected the man's changing attitude, she casually put the phone back in her pocket and asked, "Have you ever been rejected?"

Jing Sheng blinked, and didn't quite understand what she meant when she asked this question, but he still replied honestly: "No, how could someone like me be rejected?"

After saying this, he also smiled when he saw the woman.

A very familiar smile, the third time I've seen it, a light and quick smile, with a very small arc on the corners of the lips, so that you can't tell whether the next sentence is sincere or sarcastic.

After laughing, she said, "That's it now."

Yu Zhile raised his hand, raised a black canvas bag that he had been carrying in his left hand, and hung it in front of him: "There are 49872 yuan in it,"

After a short pause, she added, "Thank you for visiting Si Tian Bakery for the last time."

(End of this chapter)