Perhaps he didn't expect Su Qingluan to think for a long time and suddenly say "pay for household expenses". Mu Xingzhi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.
It is not the usual kind of nonchalant smile that is worn on one's face even when the sky is falling, but a more vivid and bright smile that represents "happy mood" and should truly be interpreted as a "smile".
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi in surprise: "You smiled!"
Her expression was so surprised, as if she had seen something rare, which made Mu Xingzhi couldn't help but ask, "Don't I usually smile so rarely?"
Su Qingluan shook her head: "This smile is different from your usual smile."
Mu Xingzhi didn't ask back, but his eyes showed a questioning look, as if waiting for her to explain "what's the difference."
It takes some effort to translate this feeling into words. Su Qingluan lowered her head and thought for a moment before saying, "Maybe my feeling isn't accurate, but your usual smile gives me the feeling of a 'social expression,' the kind you put on your face just to be polite."
After thinking for a while, she shook her head again: "Maybe it's not just for politeness. Anyway, when you smile like usual, people will not understand what you are thinking. It's like... like wearing a mask called 'smile'." Su Qingluan tried to use specific words to describe the feeling she felt.
"But this time is different," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi again, "I can feel that you are really amused and laughing happily, although..." Her voice dropped again and she curled her lips, "Maybe my thoughts are really a bit strange, so you are laughing."
In short, you are just amused by her bizarre train of thought, right?
But can she be blamed for this? No! She is so far removed from everyone else in this era, so it's only natural that she doesn't share the same ideas, right?
However, this kind of thing could not be told even if she was beaten to death, so Su Qingluan could only silently be a weirdo, which was really too frustrating.
After all, the image of me in Mu Xingzhi's mind is most likely that of a guy with strange and bizarre thinking. This impression can't be considered "excellent" in any way, right?
However, after Su Qingluan fell ill in her previous life, she learned various methods of spiritual victory. For example, now, although she feels that she is probably not a high-end image in the other party's mind, on the other hand, this kind of personality has a high safety index, and there is no need to worry about being suspected anytime and anywhere!
Seeing that the person opposite him had wandered off to who knows where again, Mu Xingzhi clapped his hands gently in front of Su Qingluan, calling back her lost soul: "You can even let your mind wander while you're talking, Qingluan, what's wrong with you today?"
Su Qingluan tried to hold back a yawn, but couldn't help it. "Actually, it's because I stayed up most of the night before yesterday to cook rice dumplings. Even though I went to bed early yesterday, I got up early today too!"
What's more, she had suffered a large wave of "mental attacks" in the morning. Now sitting in Mu Xingzhi's home, listening to the other party's gentle and elegant voice, Su Qingluan felt drowsy.
But obviously she knew rationally that falling asleep at this time was not a wise decision, so she tried to stay awake.
However, no matter what one thinks rationally, mental and physical fatigue is an objective existence and cannot be controlled by the mind. So although Su Qingluan managed to keep from falling asleep, it was difficult for her to concentrate and her thoughts would wander at any time.
When they heard Su Qingluan mention zongzi, they both remembered that Su Qingluan's zongzi hadn't been opened yet, so Mu Xingzhi asked, "I haven't had lunch yet, would Qingluan like to have some too?"
Su Qingluan had already consumed most of the food she had eaten in the morning after tossing and turning all morning. Upon hearing Mu Xingzhi's invitation, she immediately nodded in agreement. Then she looked at the man opposite her and asked cautiously, "You... don't like overly sweet things, right?"
Mu Xingzhi felt that when the girl asked this question, her tone was filled with cautious tentativeness that she thought was well hidden. This made him habitually turn the words on his tongue a few more times. After a moment, he nodded: "Well, that's right. But if it's a delicious dessert, I won't be too opposed to it."
Is this an attempt to probe my taste habits? The man pondered: But it seems to be subtly different from those who flattered me or had ulterior motives.
Su Qingluan only knew that the man opposite her had regained his "calm and relaxed" smile, and she had no idea what he was thinking.
But if she had some superpower like "mind-reading", she would definitely explain to Mu Xingzhi with a speechless face: "Although I want to know your taste, I don't want to guess your living habits. Instead... I want to pull a potential sweet party who is not so firm to my salty party camp!"
The Salty Party will never give up!
Mu Xingzhi called Song Bo in, and everyone ate rice dumplings together - although the master and servant had already eaten rice dumplings in the morning to suit the occasion, but the saying still applies, anything produced by Su Qingluan must be a top quality product.
"I say..." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was still sitting in the wheelchair, and glanced at him up and down. "If you've already eaten zongzi this morning, you'd better eat less. After all, it's not easy to digest."
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan and said, "I thought I was still young and strong compared to Song Bo?"
"What's the point of being young!" Su Qingluan was now in a semi-wandering state, so it was easy for her to be less cautious with her words—although she was becoming less and less cautious in front of Mu Xingzhi. "You are young, but you sit still all day long!"
In the previous life, many young people in their twenties or even teens spent the whole day lying on the sofa playing games and watching TV series, and they were not even as good as some uncles and aunts in their fifties and sixties at climbing stairs.
Su Qingluan looked at the man in front of her with some disgust: Even though he was pretending to be sick, but sitting in a wheelchair like this every day, what's the difference between him and those "couch potatoes" in later generations?
If we really have a "marriage of convenience" in the future, should I recommend him some exercises like yoga to boost his physical strength?
I have to say, judging from his body shape alone, Mu Xingzhi really looks like a weakling.
Su Qingluan's expression could not be described as straightforward, it was simply clear, especially when she glanced at Mu Xingzhi and then at Song Bo, focusing on their arms and legs for a long time.
At least from the appearance, Mu Xingzhi, who was slender and tall, was completely defeated!
Song Bo wished he could turn himself into a quail: This is none of his business!
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