Chapter 28 28 cute ^_^

"Ah, I see, I see. Great, great," the crotch-staring cat praised emotionlessly. "Okay, put me down now."

"Oh." Fu Yu obediently lowered the phone to a horizontal viewing angle.

Her words suddenly gave him an idea. How about using her image as a desk pet? A click of the mouse would pop up a dialog box, with her mouth wide open, calling "Fu Yu Fu Yu", interacting with him just like now. Add a mobile interface, and you can even put it in your pocket and take it away.

Wow, such a homebody... What can I do? I'll just try it later. Just make sure she doesn't find out.

Fu Yu's mood at this moment was similar to Tang Ke's fondness for using real-life photos to make emoticons. They both entertained themselves in their respective areas of expertise, euphemistically calling it expressing one's feelings through objects. The only difference was that Fu Yu's expression was of lovesickness, while Tang Ke's was of the feeling that "this picture is meaningless but it touches my heart."

Tang Ke checked the time and found that they had been chatting for a long time. No matter how much they discussed about living together or not, it would not be as real as experiencing it for a day. So she proposed a "trial period". She would go to his house to live for a while before her house lease expired. If both of them could accept it, that would be the best. She could shut up the parents. Correspondingly, if she found that it was not as convenient as she imagined, then she would still have time to renew the lease with the landlord.

"Everything is based on your own feelings, OK?" Tang Ke's careful calculations not only consider financial aspects, but also spiritual comfort. Because she is able to balance things out, she hopes that Fu Yu can also tell her his true thoughts to avoid future troubles.

Fu Yu copied his kitten portrait one-to-one, made an "OK" gesture, and said, "Got it."

Tang Ke was inexplicably happy. He held his face in his hands and said with a smile, "Fu Yu, you know what? You give me the feeling that no matter what order I give, you will carry it out. It turns out that being your boss is so cool."

Fu Yu rapped the screen with his knuckles. The punishment wasn't painful, but it was enough to convey his dissatisfaction: "I'm being nice to you because you're my wife. The boss doesn't give you that kind of treatment."

"Is that a good face? Can you at least smile for me?"

Fu Yu used his lifelong skills to stretch the corners of his lips and smile.

"Well, you're right not to be nice to the boss. You've been provoking him all the time."

Fu Yu stood up and walked towards the study, turning off the lights in the living room and asked, "When will you come?"

"I'll go to your house after get off work in a couple of days to see what's appropriate," said Tang Ke.

"Okay." Fu Yu sat down in front of the computer and placed his phone in front of the monitor.

Tang Ke noticed the blue light reflecting off his lenses and couldn't help but worry, "Still playing games so late?"

"No, work."

Tang Ke felt sleepy when she heard these two words. She immediately yawned loudly and said in a deep voice: "Be busy, everyone should be busy. I'm going to sleep first. Good night."

"Tang Ke." Fu Yu called her.

"Um?"

"Can you... not hang up yet?"

Tang Ke scratched the inner corner of her eye. Normally, people should scratch their ears when they are in disbelief, but she was so sleepy that she couldn't tell the difference between her eyes and her ears.

"Why? Aren't you working?" she asked.

Fu Yu made up a story: "Afraid of the dark."

"Get lost." Tang Ke would rather believe that he was afraid of the dark than that he was Qin Shi Huang.

She opened her eyes, caught Fu Yu's little movement, and asked sharply: "What are you doing? Taking a screenshot?"

"No." Fu Yu refused to obey. "There was an earthquake here."

beep--

Tang Ke decisively hung up the video call.

Tank: "You play with what I left behind."

She sent a Tang Syndrome-produced emoji of Fu Yu with ghostly eyes to show her authority.

Then she received a picture of herself yawning through the maw of the abyss from two minutes ago.

Tank: “…”

“Ah ...

ForU: "Cute ^_^"

This person has been provocative.

Tang Ke blushed and sank headfirst into the soft pillow, feeling both ashamed and resentful. She then recalled that besides yawning, she had also made a number of unrefined expressions, which only made her feel even more ashamed and angry. How could this person not learn from the good but instead learn from the bad?

Tank: “…pervert.”

ForU: "^_^"

Before going to bed, Tang Ke angrily swiped through twenty emoticons to fill her abyss. After doing all this, she turned off her phone and pretended to see nothing.

......

Tang Ke had a batch of materials to complete on Monday and Tuesday, so the house viewing plan was scheduled for Wednesday. Although she had been there once before, the second time she stepped into Fu Yu's house, she still felt that it was so big and new. Compared with her rental house, it was like walking from a narrow path to the Great Wall.

She hadn't yet set foot in the bedroom or study, so Fu Yu showed her the master bedroom first. It included a spacious bathroom, with windows facing the sun and avoiding dampness. Because work, entertainment, and rest were separate, there was no desk or TV in the bedroom. There was also ample space next to the bed for a yoga mat or a single sofa. If she felt the decor was too dull, the furniture could be replaced.

Rather than calling it monotonous, Tang Ke prefers to say her bedroom is minimalist, with nothing superfluous. The bed is double, the bedding is also double, and the wardrobe takes up an entire wall. When she first started playing The Sims, she didn't have many good things, so her room remained this simple.

But she found one thing strange: her Sims had a gay couple, so most daily necessities were arranged in duplicate. But why did Fu Yu, a bachelor, need four pillows? She asked.

"I bought it together with this bed. I was too lazy to argue with the merchant. Besides, it's better to have more than less. I can wash one set and sleep in the other one." Fu Yu said.

"That's right." Tang Ke thought it made sense. He leaned over and pressed the mattress. It was quite soft. "You mean, the master bedroom is for me?"

"Well, I sleep in the study."

"It sounds like I'm taking over someone else's place." Tang Ke couldn't accept such a generous gift for a while.

Fu Yu leaned against the door and explained, "The study is cluttered with things, and it's inconvenient to move them around."

"Really? Take me to see it." Tang Ke turned around and walked beside him.

Fu Yu raised his hand and pointed to the door on the side and said, "That's it. Wait a moment, I'll go get a glass of water."

"Let's go together. It's a good opportunity to take a look at the kitchen."

They hadn't had a drop of water since entering, and their conversation had made them rather thirsty. Tang Ke watched as he methodically retrieved two glasses from the cupboard, first pouring a little boiled water into them, shaking the glasses to moisten the sides, then pouring out the remaining water, shaking them dry, and finally filling them up completely.

Like her mother, she believes the extra step provides little psychological comfort but has no actual cleaning effect.

Fu Yu handed it over and clinked his glasses with hers, making a crisp sound.

Tang Ke thanked him and drank it in small sips, fearing that he would have to go to the bathroom if he drank too much.

"Do you usually cook for yourself?" she asked.

As far as she could see, the kitchen utensils seemed brand new. There were not many plates and bowls in the dishwasher, the range hood was spotless, and the stove surface was shiny and bright. In short, they all looked unfamiliar to him.

"I don't have the chance to cook for myself. I cook everything at the company." Fu Yu didn't sip as reservedly as she did. He drank half the cup in one breath, put it on the dining table, and led her to the study.

Tang Ke followed, holding the half-drunk glass in both hands, and asked, "What about weekends when you're not working? You have to be self-reliant, right?"

Fu Yu opened the door of the study and replied, "Not on the weekend. I have to go to Hebei on the weekend."

Tang Ke laughed: "Nervous."

If the bedroom is simple and somewhat unfortunate, then his study makes up for the lack of luxury.

The light strip hidden in the ceiling may be the most low-key thing in the room. The ambient lights on the wall illuminate the display cabinets standing by the window, and the two fully armed Gundams are shining. They suppress the small and large shrimp soldiers and crab generals below, Pokémon, Kamen Rider, Super Mario, One Piece, Hatsune Miku, Magical Girl Puella Magi... Seeing this, Tang Ke almost thought he was going to travel through dimensions, and suddenly caught a glimpse of "Machine Learning", "Computer Vision" and... "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" pressed at the bottom of the cabinet?

"Why do you still have this at home?" Tang Ke squatted down and pointed at the historic book "Wusan".

Fu Yu touched his neck awkwardly and said, "My brother's. I used to help him with his homework here."

"Oh." Tang Ke said in a meaningful tone, narrowing his eyes, pointing to another book with a completely different style of painting, "Then this one - 'The Endless Love of a Wealthy Family', is it also your brother's?"

“…”

The books piled here are basically those that Fu Yu will never use again. He doesn't care about the content. He just puts them in his hands and weighs them to make sure they are heavy enough to stabilize the bottom of the cabinet.

"Mine." He raised his glasses. Although he was shy, he dared to take responsibility for his actions.

He saw this romance novel when he accompanied his younger brother to a second-hand bookstore to buy books. His brother was looking for a must-read classic required by the school, and he casually opened the book and was quickly absorbed in it. However, after reading for half an hour, he still couldn't figure out where the heroine's kidneys went. In addition, the bookstore owner said that if you buy five books, you will get one free, so he bought the book and took it home.

Tang Ke was delighted. "So now you know where her kidneys went?"

"It's back, but the cornea is gone."

Tang Ke laughed so hard that he fell over, "This is what science fiction movies are like."

Fu Yu supported her, passed his hands under her armpits, lifted her up, and said, "Stop looking and let's get down to business."

"Okay, okay, hahaha!" Tang Ke felt itchy and unconsciously shrank his shoulders. "Can I sit on your gaming chair? I've never sat on one before."

"Sit down."

It was Tang Ke's first time to experience the ergonomic black technology. He touched here and there with great curiosity. After touching the mouse, he suddenly heard the sound of the fan spinning rapidly from the host computer, and a strange smell filled the air.

She suddenly stopped moving, afraid of breaking something. "What happened to it? Is it burnt?"

"It's okay, it's the body odor of the graphics card." Fu Yu said.

Tang Ke breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, he saw that the room was richly furnished, yet not so crowded that it couldn't fit a bed. However, even so, many aspects of the room couldn't compare to the master bedroom.

"Do you really want to live here instead of the master bedroom?" she asked. "The lighting here is poor, and the ventilation doesn't seem to be that good. You're the landlord, you have to live well."

"Since I'm the landlord, shouldn't I have the final say?" Fu Yu picked up the glass next to the keyboard and took a sip of water. "Don't worry, if I can't stand it anymore, I'll come to you at night with a pillow."

"Tsk." Tang Ke thought he was joking, but after being teased by him, her psychological burden was lightened a lot.

Seeing him drinking water made her feel thirsty too, but when she looked for her own cup, it was nowhere to be found.

Wait.

"Fu Yu, um..." Tang Ke raised his hand to report formally, "It seems like you drank my water."

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The author has something to say: Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day!

An indirect kiss is still a kiss, never mind!