Chapter 41 Don't you like him?

Xia Qingying turned around and walked into the house, not noticing Lu Jingxie's unhappy expression at all, and continued to pack the things she bought.

Seeing Lu Jingxie sitting silently by the side, and recalling his attitude towards Wu Xiaodong in the past two days, Xia Qingying hesitated and asked:

"Well, don't you like Xiaodong?"

It was so obvious that he didn't like him, but she just realized it now? Lu Jingchen said in a deep voice with a cold face:

"He is always smiling and frivolous, and he is not serious at all."

After hearing this, Xia Qingying thought that Lu Jingchen had some misunderstanding about Wu Xiaodong, and hurriedly explained:

"No, Xiaodong is a very good person, he works seriously, he is very careful, and he often helps others."

Lu Jingchen frowned slightly, and listened silently to Xia Qingying's serious praise of Wu Xiaodong, then raised his eyes to look at her and asked:

"Do you think he is very good?"

Xia Qingying saw that his face was not right, and guessed whether he had any grudges with Wu Xiaodong in the past, so he disliked him so much. After hesitating for a while, he still said pertinently:

"Well, Xiaodong is really nice."

Hearing this, Lu Jingchen's mood became worse, but he still kept calm. He didn't say anything else. He watched Xia Qingxi finish packing up and found a popsicle on the table.

"It turns out that she didn't forget and left one for herself." Lu Jingchen thought so, and his anger disappeared by half. But the next second, he saw Xia Qingxi picked up the popsicle, tore open the wrapping paper, hesitated for a moment, and put it in his mouth. Lu Jingchen's

expression froze for a moment, and after a moment, he suddenly stood up from the chair, with a dark face, and walked away in big strides.

Xia Qingxi was a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why he was suddenly angry. She

looked down and saw the popsicle in her hand. Could it be that it was because she didn't buy him one?

She was hesitant about whether to give it to him, but seeing how cold and reserved he usually was, she guessed that he probably wouldn't like to eat these things, not to mention that he had already tasted one when she bought it, so it wouldn't be good to give it to him.

A moment later, Xia Qingying walked out of the house, and soon she came back with two popsicles.

What if he was angry because she didn't buy him one?

Although Xia Qingying knew that the possibility was too small, he was her God of Wealth now and she couldn't offend him. She would give it to him later, and it would be fine if he didn't want to eat it.

The door was not closed, so out of courtesy, Xia Qingying knocked on it and then walked in.

Lu Jingchen was sitting at the table, reading a book he had just finished.

Xia Qingxing hesitated for a moment, handed over two popsicles, and asked softly:

"Do you want some?" Then she added: "I don't know what flavor you like, so I bought both flavors."

Lu Jingchen, who was still angry in the last second, was extinguished by the two popsicles Xia Qingxing handed to him in the next second. It turned out that she also bought two popsicles for herself, and she must have put them aside when she was packing up just now.

"I like them all." Lu Jingchen said and raised his hand to take them.

Xia Qingxing was very surprised to hear him say that. He really likes to eat it. Fortunately, she went to buy it again!

"Qingxing, are you home?" At this time, Mai Miao's voice was heard outside the door.

"Yes." Xia Qingxing agreed, looked at Lu Jingxie, motioned to go out for a while, and then walked out of the room.

Lu Jingxie, who wanted to be angry and coaxed himself, looked at the popsicles in his hand, one for Wu Xiaodong and two for himself.

Well, I made a profit!

Mai Miao watched Xia Qingxu coming out of the room with his eyes rolling around. He deliberately poked his head inside and asked:

"Is Brother Jingxie in the room?"

"Yes." Xia Qingxu was confused: "Are you looking for him?"

"How is that possible." Mai Miao covered his mouth and smiled meaningfully:

"Isn't it because I'm afraid that I'll come at the wrong time and disturb you?"

"What for?" Xia Qingxu looked puzzled.

Mai Miao poked her on the head and smiled even more happily: "Pretending!"

Xia Qingying reacted with an unnatural expression on her face, but she did not deny it. She just changed the subject and asked:

"Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Here." Mai Miao raised the bag in her hand: "I forgot to give you the clothes just now."

Xia Qingying took the clothes from her and said, "I'll help you alter them. Come and get them tomorrow afternoon."

"Yeah." Mai Miao nodded, and suddenly seemed to think of something. She leaned over to Xia Qingying's ear and asked:

"I heard from my mother that He Shanshan is going to have a blind date tomorrow. The man seems to be a technician. His family is quite rich, and he's an only child."

"Really?" Xia Qingying was a little confused. She had never heard Wang Mingfang and He Shanshan mention this.

"You don't know?" Mai Miao was a little surprised. After all, she had heard the news, but Xia Qingli, who lived under the same roof with He Shanshan, didn't know about it. After a moment, she seemed to understand something and said,

"She must be afraid that the man would look down on her after seeing you and making a comparison, so she deliberately hid it from you." After saying that, as if to verify, she looked at Xia Qingli and continued to ask,

"Did she tell you not to come back too early tomorrow?"

"No," Xia Qingli said truthfully.

"I think she takes this blind date very seriously. She even bought the red skirt specially." Mai Miao started to feel indignant when she said this:

"I get angry when I think of her boasting today. It's just a more expensive skirt. What's the big deal? She even laughed at you for not being able to afford a skirt and only being able to buy tattered pieces of cloth."

Lu Jingchen, who was about to go out to wash his hands, happened to hear Mai Miao's words. Just now, he saw Xia Qingxiang coming back with a pile of cloth scraps and was a little surprised. Did she buy those to save money?

Thinking of the scene of her being laughed at, Lu Jingchen frowned slightly unconsciously.

Xia Qingxi didn't notice Lu Jingxie's surprise. Her eyes stayed on Mai Miao's face. She saw the girl pouting and her cheeks puffed up because of anger. Suddenly, she thought she was funny and cute. She comforted her,

"Okay, don't be angry." She raised the bag in her hand and said, "I'll help you alter this skirt. It must be better looking than the one she wears!"

Mai Miao was not comforted, and still said angrily:

"I'm not angry with myself, I'm angry at what she said about you." After saying that, she looked at the scraps of cloth that Xia Qingxi had already sorted out, still very confused, and asked:

"Can you really make nice clothes with these scraps of cloth?"

"Of course." Xia Qingxi looked confident. She didn't learn fashion design for so many years in vain, and the title of genius designer was not for nothing.

"What I am best at is turning waste into treasure." Xia Qingxi said with a generous and confident smile.

The delicate and small face, the white and delicate skin, the bright eyes and white teeth, the charming and lovely face, as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom, Mai Miao was stunned and couldn't help but praise:

"Qingxi, you are so beautiful!" Then he said with some regret:

"What a pity, I didn't buy that skirt made of gauze..." She forgot the name for a moment and tilted her head to think hard.

"Georges." Seeing that she was thinking hard, Xia Qingxi reminded her.

"Yes, yes, it's Georges." Mai Miao suddenly realized and continued:

"It's a pity that it's too expensive, otherwise you bought it and put it on, and you would be much better than He Shanshan even without dressing up."

Xia Qingxi smiled and didn't have any obsession with the skirt made of gauze.

The two chatted for a while, and Mai Miao stood up and said,

"Then I'll go back to cook, and I'll come back to get your skirt tomorrow." After that, he waved to Xia Qingxi and left briskly.

After Mai Miao left, Lu Jingxie walked out of the room, his eyes fell on the pile of fabrics in the corner. Although the fabrics had been carefully arranged, it was obvious that they were not of the same size, and there were large, small, long, and short ones.

After a moment, Lu Jingxie looked away, lifted his legs and walked out.