Chapter 257 My Roommate is a Pervert (Part 2)
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes.
Jiang Feng's smile in this life was very gentle, and the politeness and aloofness in it were just right. There was no trace of deliberateness, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.
But... often the gentler people are, the more terrifying they are, because they have the most difficult interpersonal relationships in the world.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take it." Seeing that he was taking no action, Skinny Bamboo shouted at him urgingly.
Hearing this, Yu Huo looked at the beautifully wrapped gift box in front of him and took it. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Jiang Feng's smile widened, and then he picked up his clothes as if he was going to take a shower.
Seeing him enter the bathroom, Skinny Bamboo ran forward and pinched Yu Huo's arm, settling the score: "You still want to be my second uncle? Aren't you afraid of shortening your life?"
After saying that, he tugged at Yu Huo's pink hair and said in amazement, "Brother, I know you're upset because of this, but other people write poetry for love, so why are you dyeing your hair for love? Have you awakened to your non-mainstream bloodline?"
Yu Huo thought for a moment and said, "Neither of them. I just have advanced stomach cancer."
Skinny Bamboo was about to take off his clothes and go to bed, but he couldn't help but stop and looked back: "Why are you so poor today?"
Yu Huo pretended to sigh: "There's nothing I can do. I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was alienation and indifference. Forget it. I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show my cards..."
Skinny Bamboo Pole frowned and interjected, "Are you a billionaire?"
"No, I'm going to clean." Yu Huo said, then picked up the unwashed clothes on the bed and threw them into the washing machine.
Thanks to the two real rich people in the dormitory, their dormitory has a washing machine with a washer and dryer, so they don’t have to share it with other people in the dormitory building.
Skinny Bamboo snorted and pointed at his messy desk: "And those textbooks of yours, put them in order."
Yu Huo sighed in his heart. His original self really didn't know how to be grateful. Even though Yu Moli came from a rural background and had no education, she tried her best to give him a 'rich' life.
Usually, she takes care of all the housework, and spoiled him to the point that he wouldn't even help if the oil bottle at home fell over. But not only is he not a mama's boy, he also thinks his mother's job is embarrassing him?
What's so shameful about a regular massage? It's not about stealing, robbing, or breaking the law. It's about the skills you use to make a living.
Although the original person had resentment due to school violence, this guy is an adult now, so he should be sensible, right?
Who knew that he didn't? Instead of blaming the people who hurt him, he blamed his own mother. How shameless and arrogant!
Oh, Yu Moli is so unlucky. She didn't even abandon the child, but gave him several thousand yuan in living expenses every month. Tsk tsk tsk...
He shook his head secretly and reached out to clean up the messy table.
Skinny Bamboo Pole didn't forget to mutter to himself, "Right? How neat is this? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but don't be so messy in the future. Even I'm a straight man and I'm cleaner than you. Isn't it time for you to reflect on yourself?"
Although this was said about the original body, the crime was borne by Yu Huo. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and kicked the thin bamboo bed fiercely: "What's wrong with being messy? Haven't you heard that beautiful women are born in messy rooms?"
The thin bamboo pole looked at his delicate profile, unable to make out anything, and finally shut up.
After Huo had tidied up his own little piece of land, he lazily opened the gift box and found a little yellow duck mobile phone pendant inside.
He immediately raised his eyebrows. It was indeed not a valuable gift.
He took another look at the blackout curtains with the original little yellow duck pattern and curled his lips.
You can tell from looking at this guy that he is very scheming and definitely not as gentle and harmless as he looks. He has PTSD for a long time.
When Jiang Feng came out of the bathroom, he saw his roommate, whose personality was very different from his usual one. He had tied the key pendant he gave him to his phone case and even waved it towards the light.
There was an inexplicable coldness on his profile, and when he looked over, there was still a lingering incandescent light in his eyes.
"I washed it for an hour. If you didn't know, you would think you were embroidering in it."
Such a sharp tongue!
This is Jiang Feng's new evaluation of him.
He was stunned for a moment, then explained in a good-tempered manner, "I'm sorry, I accidentally ate something wrong yesterday and my skin became allergic, so applying the medicine took some time."
Yu Huo's eyes fell on the red skin on the back of the other person's neck, and he opened his palm to Jiang Feng: "Give me the ointment."
Jiang Feng took out a tube of erythromycin ointment from his pajamas pocket and handed it to him: "Are you allergic too?"
Yu Huo took the ointment and raised his chin to him: "Turn around."
Jiang Feng looked at him suspiciously and didn't move.
Yu Huo was getting impatient, so he reached out and pushed the person aside, then walked around behind him, squeezed some ointment on his fingers, and applied it evenly to the areas that were not properly applied.
Sensing his intention, Jiang Feng's back stiffened for a moment, and he looked like a cheetah ready to pounce. It was not until Yu Huo moved his fingers away that his back, hidden behind the loose clothes, slowly relaxed.
Yu Huoquan pretended not to see it and gently placed the ointment on the table. Without waiting for the other party to thank him, he grinned, revealing his white teeth: "You're welcome."
After saying that, he picked up his bath basket and walked into the bathroom.
At this time, there were still sparse water droplets on the mirror in the bathroom, and the residual heat and the sweet scent of shower gel were entangled together, lingering at the tip of the nose.
Yu Huo took off his clothes, looked at the ointment box in the trash can, and slowly turned on the shower.
The white noise of falling water came from the door that was not soundproof. The skinny man turned over in bed, then glanced at the young man standing motionless in the middle of the dormitory with sleepy eyes and asked, "Jiang Feng, why are you standing there stupidly instead of sleeping?"
Jiang Feng lowered his eyes and put the erythromycin ointment on the table back into his pocket. He looked up and smiled: "You go to sleep first, I will pack my luggage."
Skinny Bamboo didn't think much about it, nodded and quickly closed his eyes.
Jiang Feng bent down and took out the clothes from the suitcase and hung them one by one in the closet. During the process, the half-closed door was pushed open, and a boy with a short haircut walked in with a cold night breeze.
He exchanged glances with the young man who was about to close the closet door, and the hostility between his brows was instantly dispelled by a smile: "Jiang Feng, aren't you coming back tomorrow? I was planning to pick you up at the airport tomorrow."
As he was speaking, the sound of water falling in the bathroom disappeared at some point, making the voice of the visitor a little distorted.
Huo Yan glanced in the direction of the bathroom, didn't take it seriously, and turned his attention back to the young man in front of him.
Jiang Feng stepped forward and locked the dormitory door, which was not yet closed tightly. He replied softly, "I came back just because I was afraid that you would come to pick me up in such a serious manner."
Huo Yan frowned in disapproval: "We grew up together, why are you still so distant?"
Jiang Feng wanted to explain when he heard this, but Huo Yan interrupted him first and opened his arms carelessly: "Alright, alright, I've missed you so much after not seeing you for over a month. Come, give me a hug!"
Jiang Feng was stunned. Just as he was about to take action, the bathroom door beside him was suddenly pushed open a tiny gap.
The man with wet pink hair leaned to the side, revealing half of his head. He gave them a sly grin and said, "Excuse me, Jiang, could you please pass me my pajamas?"
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