"Can you do housework?"
Jiang Jiang suddenly asked.
Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Then just consider it as helping with the housework to cover your food and lodging." Jiang Jiang was happy that he had finally found an excuse. "You know I just moved here, and I don't have any acquaintances around here to recommend a reliable house. Just consider it as helping me with some work, okay?"
This time she tried to hold him, but he didn't avoid her.
Wen Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her pink and white fingertips holding the corner of his clothes, and his memory suddenly went back to the summer when he was seven years old.
At that time, my mother also took me to the Chu family. I thought it was the beginning of my life, but I didn't expect it to be a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up.
In fact, if he had to choose, he would rather go back to the time when he and his mother depended on each other before he was seven years old. The mother and son did not earn much money, but snuggling together was warm enough.
What about this time?
He watched the woman open the door.
What will it be this time?
What caught his eye was the easel in the living room, and he learned the woman's name from the signature on the side.
Jiang Jiang.
She handed him a pair of large slippers.
She has a boyfriend?
Or is she already married?
Wen Ye felt that he had no right to comment, but his eyes still looked at the layout of the room uncontrollably.
After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It looks like the decorating style of a woman living alone.
But at the same time, he frowned. She brought a man home like this. Didn't she have any sense of caution at all?
Jiang Jiang took out a few large-sized clothes from the closet and handed them to him: "These are my clothes. If you don't mind, you can wear them first. They are unisex styles. I just placed an order for other living items and they should be delivered to your door soon. Remember to open the door."
"Your room is the second one from the left, it's the guest room." Jiang Jiang added, "If your family comes knocking on the door, just ignore them and wait until I come out."
She had to take a shower, feeling that her body was full of the stench transmitted by Chu Keyong.
Hearing the sound of water coming from the shower in her bedroom, Wen Ye seemed to come back to his senses.
He blinked, realizing that the other party seemed to be real and was ready to take him in.
The fabric of the clothes in his hands was more comfortable than he had ever touched before.
And it was her clothes.
Wen Ye's eyes, which always had a gloomy look on them, were now a little more confused. He almost subconsciously buried his head in the clothes in his hands.
It was her scent, so warm.
He walked to the second room from the left. Although it was a guest room, it was much more spacious than the room next to him.
There is no smoke, no garbage, and flickering lights.
Wen Ye tilted his head almost in confusion, unable to understand how he could have such good luck.
He changed his clothes almost religiously. The long-lost feeling of warmth made him unable to control the throbbing in his heart.
In fact, when he first saw the neighbor who had just moved in yesterday, his heart had been beating violently.
She thought it was too clean and beautiful, different from people like herself who lived in the dark and muddy world.
But it is precisely because of this that people are particularly eager to get involved.
Just now, when Chu Keyong pushed him out, he did not resist as he usually did. In fact, he also longed to be saved in his heart.
But at the same time he still had some rationality left.
He knew that taking him in would do more harm than good to Jiang Jiang.
He has been regarded as a burden by his grandparents since he was a child. He is the culprit who prevented their daughter from getting married, but not their grandson.
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