Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Do you call kissing the corner of the mouth a kiss? ...
"I've taken care of Short-Legged Susu. No evidence left. Yeah, that's right. Okay, thank you for your hard work, Sister Lan. Good night."
Xing Kui walked into the house and turned on the light in the entrance hall. After breaking up with Liang Junhe, she moved back to the house rented to her by Li Chengchuan.
The minimalist clock on the wall pointed to twelve. She had just returned from a celebration party where she had arranged the official announcement.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Xing Kui was looking forward to this event. He was not sleepy at all and was so energetic that he could perform ten sets of military boxing.
Another call came in, and she happily answered: "Hello, Zhou Li."
A deafening cry suddenly penetrated the speaker: "Wow——!!!"
Xing Kui quickly stretched out the phone and covered her ears with her hands. Zhou Li was crying loudly and her speech was incoherent. Only words like "Helaso" and "no" could be heard.
"You didn't buy the hidden version of Helaso?" Xing Kui guessed.
"Wow—I've made up my mind. I want to make a wish to be your best friend for life—wow—"
She burst into tears, and Xing Kui scratched her head, comforting her: "Don't make a wish for that. You're so clingy, I can't get rid of you even if I want to."
At this time, Jiang Yuming opened the door and came in, holding a paper bag in his right hand. Xing Kui put her index finger to the center of her lips and made a "hush" sound at him.
"That's not the reason. It's the sense of ceremony!" Zhou Li shouted on the phone. She was sitting in a club where countless male models had just opened the blind boxes she bought and were cleaning up. "I want the sense of ceremony! Whoever gets one, I curse him to never be able to call a model in the club again!"
On the side, Jiang Yuming let out a very light sneer from his throat. He pinched Xing Kui's little finger, as if he was touching her leg, and rubbed his little finger back and forth.
"I'm going to curse him—"
Xing Kui glared at Jiang Yuming, whose fingers felt so raw that they could barely touch him, and interrupted him, "Well, it's not a crime for someone to buy something. Just be more polite."
Zhou Li immediately stopped talking and became obedient: "I'll listen to you, all the time."
After the call ended, Xing Kui wanted to pull back the hand that Jiang Yuming was holding, but he pulled her away.
The heat fell on her forehead and moved downwards: "I think Zhou Li's curse is not accurate enough. She should curse the person who gets the hidden money to never see you again in his lifetime."
Xing Kui was alert. Before he could kiss her, she pinched his mouth and tilted her neck back: "Who bought it?"
Jiang Yuming's eyes were filled with undisguised jealousy. Xing Kui loosened his grip, allowing him to utter the name he hated: "Li Chengchuan."
Xing Kui was stunned for a moment, then surprised: "Wow, he is so lucky!"
No, it must be because he bought the most, Jiang Yuming thought secretly.
Xing Kui smiled lightly: "Then why are you cursing him? What he bought is pretty good. If it were him, he wouldn't ask me such weird wishes."
"Okay?" Jiang Yuming asked, his tone reminiscent of a blood-stained rose, which was rather creepy. "I don't have any of that. You made that yourself."
Xing Kui felt a chill on the back of her neck. She sighed and shook her head, "I say, why don't you think about how many times you've kissed me? You've gotten much more than him."
Jiang Yuming smiled, and as he pressed his thumb against the middle bone of her pinky, his eyes were like little hooks that seduced her: "Well, I don't care. If he has it, I want it too."
Xing Kui complained: "You are playing rogue, aren't you?"
Jiang Yuming calmly picked up the bag he had brought when he entered the house and said, "I've bought all the materials. Kuikui, please weave a rose pot for me."
Looking at the paper bag, Xing Kui lost his voice for a few seconds and said, "No!"
"Just weave one." Jiang Yuming said softly, raising a finger, lowering his fair and beautiful face, seducing and begging.
"No!" Xing Kui turned her face away, and the next second, his face came close to her, his narrow eyes were filled with mist, and his eyelashes drooped, as if he was suffering from overwhelming heartache.
"Just weave a small one." The hoarse voice also lowered, as if bathed in water, and became doubly alluring.
"No." Xing Kui swallowed, thinking of the time when she was weaving a sunflower pot. "It's quite troublesome to do this. Weaving it once is a wonderful adventure, but weaving it twice will kill me."
"Then you want to kill me." Jiang Yuming's lips curved cunningly, "Give me three hundred, and I'll just treat it as if you bought the materials for me and I'll weave it myself."
That's not bad, eh? Xing Kui went to look through the bag in Jiang Yuming's hand and saw red, white, and green threads inside, several balls of each color. No wonder it cost three hundred!
"You are going to weave a flower garden, right?" Jiang Yuming kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Kui Kui promised me." Jiang Yuming put his hands on her waist and was about to kiss her lips. "Of course I have to weave more and bigger ones, so that Li Chengchuan will be embarrassed. He also wants to have a fake marriage with you, and he deserves it."
Xing Kui immediately placed her hand between their lips and asked, "You said Li Chengchuan's wish is to have a fake marriage with me again?"
No, Li Chengchuan didn't want to make a fake marriage wish, he just wanted to use the sunflower pot to start a conversation.
But Jiang Yuming obviously wouldn't explain for him.
Fortunately, Xing Kui didn't think there was anything wrong with making a wish. "What a pity, he came too late." She murmured to herself, with undisguised regret in her tone.
"Xing, Kui." Jiang Yuming narrowed his eyes and pressed harder on her waist. There was still a smile on his face, but that smile was as chilly as the wind on the edge of a cliff.
Xing Kui pinched her ears: "Don't shout, you're so hot and creepy, I think Li Chengchuan is more like a reliable partner, which is normal! Normal!"
Jiang Yuming curved his lips upwards, but didn't answer at first. He raised his legs and walked towards her until he pushed her to the wall and leaned close to her ear.
"A guy like Li Chengchuan who doesn't understand romance is not as good as me in making you happy." His red lips opened and closed.
Xing Kui's eyes widened.
But as the saying goes, God won’t let you do what you want to do.
Just as Jiang Yuming was about to kiss her out of jealousy, Xing Kui received a phone call.
Everyone knew she had a celebration party tonight and slept late. The person who called was Xu Ye, and he sounded depressed: "Kui Kui, I didn't buy the sunflower pot you wove."
In the evening, Xie Chengwen sent a message to Xing Kui, saying that Xu Ye suggested that Jin Nuoyan and her work together to design a set of cake-themed Herasoe.
She was grateful to Xu Ye from the bottom of her heart for helping her career. Even if this had not happened, based on her relationship with Xu Ye, she would have offered words of comfort.
As soon as her mouth opened, Xing Kui raised her hand to block Jiang Yuming's mouth, and he hooked her fingers one by one as if he had been wronged.
"It's okay, Xu Ye. If you need my help, just ask." She said a few words of comfort, and finally said, "Don't let your emotions affect your sleep. Sleep well."
Xu Ye listened to her and replied "good night" obediently, ending the call.
As soon as the hang-up sign appeared on the screen, Jiang Yuming brushed her hand off and said, "It's my turn."
It shouldn’t be you. Xing Kui raised the phone and received another call. It was a WeChat voice chat from Zhou Jing.
The hidden version of Heraso is in Li Chengchuan's hands, so Zhou Jing didn't get the hidden version either.
She answered the call and got straight to the point: "Hey, Lawyer Zhou, don't be sad if you didn't buy the hidden edition. If you have any wishes, just make them to me."
Suddenly, her fingertip was pricked by a sharp object. Jiang Yuming bit her index finger, raised his eyelids to look at her, and then opened his mouth and said silently: "Xu Ye and Zhou Jing can make a wish, why didn't you say the same to me?"
You're about to take the top job! Xing Kui pulled her hand away. Lawyer Zhou wasn't someone who could easily notice anything was wrong with her.
Jiang Yuming didn't put in much effort. He had already planned to reveal the news at three in the morning and make the official announcement at seven in the morning. He would get the status of fiancé in a few hours, and he didn't want anything to go wrong.
Over there, as running water washed his hands, Zhou Jing heard Xing Kui's words and realized, "Do you know who bought the hidden version?"
Zhou Jing is really hard to fool, so Xing Kui better not lie: "Anyway, it's not in the hands of Dr. Jiang and Xu Ye. They just told me that they didn't buy it."
"Then it's possible that Li Chengchuan and Liang Junhe bought it." Zhou Jing wiped his hands. "If they make unreasonable requests of you, come to me and I will help you deal with it."
"I'll help you with it," Jiang Yuming repeated from the side. If you like to play the good guy so much, you might as well pour a bucket of paint and paint your eyes and mouth white.
His lips were redder than Zhou Jing's, and looked better when they kissed. Jiang Yuming saw Xing Kui hung up the phone, and moved closer again, trapping her against the wall, with the corners of his eyes curved into arcs.
Liang Junhe's call froze the smile on his face.
"Hey, Kuikui! Who keeps calling you? I've called you several times but couldn't get through! Who! Who stole my sunflower pot!"
As we all know, Liang Junhe is a chatterbox. His phone calls never stop for more than half an hour.
Jiang Yuming grabbed Xing Kui's wrist and mouthed, "Tell him to take melatonin."
Xing Kui: "..." Why, this sentence sounds like "let him die".
Liang Junhe was still nagging: "It doesn't matter who gets the sunflower pot, it's just a pot, I don't want it at all!
I'm calling to remind you that if Brother Zhou or Brother Jiang gets the potted plant, don't nod no matter what they ask you.
These two are both scheming men, their methods are different, but in reality, they are all from the underworld. Kuikui, you are from the mortal world, you can't get involved with them!"
Jiang Yuming smiled at her, and Xing Kui vaguely saw many black evil spirits with bared fangs and claws behind him.
Unable to let Liang Junhe continue speaking, Xing Kui used the excuse that "staying up late will damage your skin" to make Liang Junhe go to bed quickly.
She smiled awkwardly and threw her phone into the drawer. Jiang Yuming was also laughing. His fingers fell to her hair, entwining her hair. His voice was thick, as if it contained the venom of some underworld snake.
"Since I came back, I've only touched the corner of your mouth, but I haven't really kissed you yet."
After hearing this, Xing Kui opened her mouth and asked, "Do you call kissing the corner of the mouth a kiss?"
He lowered his head: "I have my own understanding of kissing."
Jiang Yuming had some bad luck tonight. First, he helped Li Chengchuan dismantle the sunflower pot that he wanted, and then he was repeatedly blocked from kissing Xing Kui.
He must kiss her.
The intimacy was deep, lasting, and lasting enough to solidify his status as the fiancé.
Jiang Yuming's breath, scented with roses, drifted towards Xing Kui's lips. Kissing him was like kissing a rose candy that had fallen into the desert. It felt hot, yet you forgot it was hot.
Li's house is a cold and dark place, completely different from Xing Kui's house.
The blinds in the living room were drawn, a sunflower pot was placed on the corner of the table, and Li Chengchuan was sitting at the table. The wound on his hand caused by a utility knife had already clotted with blood.
But the stinging sensation came late.
Something was wrong. Li Chengchuan felt that Jiang Yuming was a little weird, more than a little.
Why did Jiang Yuming happen to be holding a utility knife in the same hand when he handed him the potted plant?
He is a doctor, and a doctor with superb medical skills, who has been holding a knife on the operating table for many years. Why did he make the low-level mistake of handing the knife and hurting people at the moment when he handed over the potted plant?
"You're right, getting married is a great idea. I'm looking forward to seeing what's to come."
This is what Jiang Yuming said when he left. If he meant otherwise, if he meant otherwise...
The early morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the blinds, and Li Chengchuan was still sitting in the same position as last night.
The sunlight cast a streak on his well-defined face. Li Chengchuan sat there for a whole night, recalling everything Jiang Yuming said about Xing Kui, searching over and over again for any details he had overlooked.
No, it's just a coincidence sometimes, but coincidence cannot be used as evidence.
The Li and Jiang families have a bond dating back to the Qing Dynasty, and their children have known since childhood that they would become allies, sharing the same roots. Li Chengchuan and Jiang Yuming have been friends since childhood.
At the corner of the table, there is a sunflower potted plant woven by Xing Kui herself. Each petal is bathed in sparse but bright yellow light, which is lifelike and fascinating.
However, there is only one potted plant, and there is only one person.
There were red bloodshot eyes under Li Chengchuan's eyes. He picked up the phone with his unscabbed hand. He didn't want to think about it anymore and wanted Jiang Yuming to dispel his suspicions.
A message lit up the screen: [I'm marrying your amnesiac fiancée.]
Another message followed: [Will you be my best man? My good brother.]
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