Ji Qingqian rolled up her sleeves, indicating that she would take care of everything.
But after installing just one screw, he got bored and called Lu Yibei, who was just about to enjoy the process, to come and work like a beast of burden.
Ji Qingqian draws inferences from one instance:
"What you're pretending is the same as what I'm pretending."
Lu Yibei: ...
The television set, which had just arrived, was already hanging on the TV cabinet.
Ji Qingqian sat on the sofa, beaming, and said, "I'll cheer you on!"
Lu Yibei chuckled: "Like a cheerleader? Then go ask Qiao Sinian for advice."
While watching her boyfriend assemble the chair and tighten the screws, Ji Qingqian projected her phone screen onto the TV.
Instead of turning on the TV, they turned on a live stream.
The live stream had almost no viewers, and the comments were very few and rare.
Ji Qingqian sent a message.
[The other person's boyfriend/husband is working hard, can the contractor cheer him on?]
Lu Yibei: ...
The camera was not turned on.
But Lu Yibei could already imagine the host on the other end of the internet looking completely bewildered.
—What the heck is this?
Although this streamer isn't very popular, he possesses an unusual level of professionalism.
He hummed in agreement and said gently in a business-like tone:
"Yes, of course! Good luck, boyfriend."
Ji Qingqian laughed heartily on the sofa.
Lu Yibei felt a chill run down his spine:
"Shut it down! Shut it down!! I'll tell Xu Che about your alias sooner or later!!"
This batch of criticism is really something.
Addicted to live streaming, huh?!
…
Two days later.
The new home is almost fully furnished.
The only thing left to do is not yet arrange for the flowers on the balcony.
Lu Yibei plans to go to the flower and bird market in a few days, when the weather gets warmer.
The once cold and lifeless rental apartment was transformed by the two of them; it wasn't exactly brand new, but it was certainly well-organized.
At least Ji Qingqian was very satisfied.
She had already taken several photos with her phone.
I originally wanted to post it in the dorm group chat so my roommates could see my newly decorated little home.
But he managed to suppress the impulse.
Firstly, I've been teasing Chu Chu a lot lately, so my CD needs to cool down.
After all, we should occasionally give that girl a sense of respect, making her feel at home.
The second reason is not so important.
— Ma Jiaojiao is about to pay a visit.
—Ji Qingqian wanted to maintain a bit of mystery.
then.
She sent the photo to another group.
Group name:
A family in Northeast China (4).
It was a small family group with Old Man Ji and Old Man Ji.
There were indeed only three people originally.
But this year, the population has increased again after the Lunar New Year.
This is truly cause for celebration!
[Mom: Not bad, not bad, it's done quite well. Did Xiao Lu install all those cabinets and stuff? @son-in-law]
[Son-in-law: Qingqian also had help @woman]
[Woman: /Yeah]
[Woman: Where's my dad? @Dad]
Dad is chatting with Lu Yibei privately.
The room is nicely decorated.
[Worthy of praise]
[But it's a bit small]
【Why don't you come to Sanya, and we'll find you a vacation villa?】
Lu Yibei glanced at Ji Qingqian beside him.
Ji Qingqian was looking at her phone screen and didn't notice him.
Ke Lu began to reply:
Uncle, Qingqian is watching.
[Uncle: Useless thing, letting a woman check your phone!]
[The "uncle" retracted a message]
[The "uncle" retracted a message]
[The "uncle" retracted a message]
He simply withdrew all the messages from above.
Another reminder.
Uncle: Don't tell Qingqian's mother.
[The "uncle" retracted a message]
Then another message appeared in “A Family in Northeast China (4)”.
[Father: Ah, not bad, not bad]
[Father: I wasn't looking at my phone, but I just noticed @daughter]
[Father: You agree, right? @Son-in-law]
Lu Yibei: ...
Uncle, if it weren't for Qingqian still acknowledging you as her father.
Then I'll make a few laughs at you, no matter how high or low you are!
Are you really that afraid of your aunt?
"...Hey, why did my dad tag you?"
Ji Qingqian glanced at her sideways.
Lu Yibei's calm and composed reply:
"No, no, you should ask Uncle Ji, how would I know? -- I really don't know!"
…
It takes less than an hour to drive from Shanghai to eastern Hangzhou.
But Zhao Xun still got up a little earlier.
When he arrived at the place, he yawned sleepily, exuding a lazy and listless vibe.
...trapped, trapped, trapped...
He sat on a public chair, nodding his head repeatedly before looking up.
Then he heard a voice in the distance:
"Senior~~~"
Zhao Sun: !!
He lazily raised his eyes and saw a burly woman wearing a black scarf, pulling a suitcase with one hand and waving the other high in his direction.
"...So round."
Zhao Sun sighed.
Perhaps it was because the coat he was wearing was a bit bulky.
Big girls look round and chubby.
Actually, she's quite cute.
But the meaning of words is not about what the speaker thinks, but about what the listener thinks.
Zhao Xun's voice wasn't actually very loud.
But the big girl has exceptionally good hearing.
she:! ?
I'm not angry.
There really wasn't any.
"Senior~~~"
She called out again, "Did you miss me?"
Zhao Sun: ! ? ?
That idiot!
Shut the hell up!
…
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P.S. It's a bit late, but I've still managed to post two 6,000-word chapters, making up for what I missed yesterday.
The third update will be a little slower.
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