Xie Yu also wanted to know what had stimulated him.
He considers himself to be a person with relatively small demands in all aspects, and can be said to be very pure and simple.
But I was so upset just by seeing Sijiu crying. This was really the first time in 28 years.
I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
However, Sijiu was still outside. He wiped the water off his face expressionlessly, took three deep breaths, and walked out of the bathroom again.
Sijiu stood barefoot at the entrance, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I won't bother you anymore."
Xie Yu frowned, uncontrollably concerned about the fact that she was barefoot on the floor.
He didn't know what the hell he cared about.
However, he usually lived alone and never entertained guests at home, so he had no other slippers except the ones on his feet.
Xie Yu walked over, took off the slippers to her feet, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and said, "Put them on."
Sijiu hung his head and said, "No need, I'll leave now."
"……wear."
"……Thanks."
The little feet in the big slippers look like they are rowing a boat, which is inexplicably funny.
Xie Yu turned his eyes away, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go find the property management, or if that doesn't work, I'll find a locksmith."
"No need to go through so much trouble." Xie Yu said, "I'll help you open it."
"ah?"
Xie Yu didn't explain and turned to walk towards the balcony.
Si Jiu: "...You don't want to climb over? You just said this is the 23rd floor, hey."
She grabbed his clothes and said, "Don't do that. It's too dangerous."
"That's for you." Xie Yu pulled the corner of his clothes out of Si Jiu's hand, "Stand here and don't move."
After saying that, he walked to the balcony in two or three steps, climbed over the railing with his hands, then stepped out of the outer wall, stepped on the air conditioner outside, and swiftly climbed into the balcony of the Si Restaurant.
Mantou greeted him obediently on the balcony, wagging its tail wildly.
Xie Yu turned his head and saw Si Jiu leaning on the railing of his house with a relieved look on his face.
"If a thief comes in, you can't be so obedient." Xie Yu flicked his head and walked across the balcony of the Si Restaurant to the living room.
The same pattern, but completely different layout.
There are pastoral-style fabric sofas, cute small square tables, uniquely shaped art walls with many photo frames and small plants, as well as wall paintings full of girlish style.
No matter how you look at it, it's completely different from your own home.
Such a difference strongly reminded him that he was now entering someone else's territory.
It is her most real and private area.
This thought made him uncontrollably agitated again.
Xie Yu collected his thoughts, walked quickly through the living room to the entrance, and opened the door.
He glanced at it and saw the cell phone and keys on the shoe cabinet. He paused and curled his lips.
"Thank you for holding the door open for me. Here, your slippers."
Sijiu ran over from Xie Yu's house, changed into her own slippers, squatted down to straighten his slippers, and said sincerely, "Put them on quickly, the floor is quite cold."
As soon as I put on the slippers, I could feel the warmth inside. It was a body temperature that was not my own.
Xie Yu felt that his ears must have turned red because they were too hot.
"Have you had lunch yet?"
"Hmm?" His attention was still somewhere inexplicably distracted, "No."
"Then have dinner at my house. Consider it a thank you."
Sijiu pushed his arm and said, "Go in quickly, I'll close the door."
Her force was light, but Xie Yu was pushed in by her.
When he came to his senses, he was already sitting on the small fabric sofa, with a glass of orange juice in his hand and a dog lying at his feet.
Xie Yu: “…”
He turned his head and saw that Sijiu had already tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.
[Hey, do you have a quick cooking gift pack? ]
System: ...There’s a ghost.
System: [I sent you so many tutorials before... I remember you had a photographic memory and learned everything very quickly, Dad. You're just too lazy.]
Cooking is annoying.
She said this, but she still made the decision seriously.
Conquering an anorexic and conquering a foodie actually lead to the same goal - just capture his stomach.
Cooking practice lined up.
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