Chapter 49 Taste of Lips (Part 2) Shura Field...
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Chi Leyou retracted his head and met a grimace.
The ghost girl's face was pale, her brows were black, and she breathed through her dry lips: "Oh no, Shen Qiangdong changed his job to deliver food?"
"..." Chi Leyou pressed his roommate's face with both palms. "Can't I just work and study?"
"Tsk tsk..." Park Ye-jin flung out two snow-white sanitary balls. "Diligent? You're really diligent in coming to our building. Frugal? Those clothes and shoes are all new and high-end brands!"
Park Ye-jin showed her digital tablet, and "The Good Dog of the Rich Lady" has been updated to episode 49.
The latest scene: a wealthy woman shopping with her dog at a luxury brand counter.
The men's clothing displayed on the counter was drawn by Park Ye-jin based on fashion magazines.
The rich lady said arrogantly: "That row, Bao Se'er, take it down."
The teller received the order and raised his clothes fork.
Chi Leyou held his forehead and said, "Are you visiting Dongdaemun?!"
"Ha, this is a cute version! End-of-chapter bonus."
She didn't want to chat with a comic book lunatic.
But the madman came to provoke her again: "Next time, the rich sister's husband found the puppy and beat the puppy up."
"Shura Field?!"
I can’t imagine what a bloody storm this was.
"The plot doesn't hold water." Chi Leyou pointed at the comics, where the male protagonist had a nice figure when dressed and muscular when undressed.
The wealthy woman is several years older than the male protagonist, and her husband is clearly middle-aged. Imagine a pot-bellied, beer-bellied Mediterranean guy beating up a hot-blooded puppy?
How?!
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"You little bastard, go back to your country!" Every time Shen Dahe called, he would start with a threatening tone.
After Shen Che finished taking a shower using his mind power, his body felt like it was struck by lightning, and the soles of his feet were burning with pain.
"Are the Four Heavenly Kings in good health?" Chen Che asked about the physical examination results of his grandparents one by one, and the more he spoke, the more frivolous he became. "...Could it be that Grandma's old illness has relapsed?"
"What disease?" Shen Dahe was a foolish filial son, and since it concerned his old mother, he felt a pang in his heart.
"Chicken~eye~"
"Chen Che, just wait! I'm going to beat you up right now!"
"Don't stop me! I'll break his arm!"
There was chaos on the other end of the phone.
The bastard pulled the phone away, and Shen Dahe whimpered in the receiver: "Your mother is injured!"
The young man on the sofa slumped his shoulders, like a mountain collapsing during an earthquake. He held his breath and asked, "What happened to my mother?"
He ran into the study and took out a reddish-brown passport from the pile of documents.
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Chen Che: I can’t take you to the planetarium for the time being.
After receiving this message, Chi Leyou was silent for three seconds, and then she asked: What's wrong with you?
If words carry emotions, at this moment she could vaguely sense the other person's low point, and the earthquake waves symbolizing emotions were slowly moving towards her through the mobile phone signal.
Uncle Zheng drove the car himself, and Mrs. Wang accompanied him.
Chen Che: My mother is injured, I'm going home to see her.
Afraid that the girl wouldn't believe him, he took a photo of his passport and showed it to her.
Chi Leyou: Oh, don’t send private information to others, withdraw it quickly.
Two minutes later, Chen Che sent another message: Timeout, can't withdraw.
He did it on purpose, but did not receive any response from the girl. Chi Leyou said: Don't worry, Auntie, good things will come to you.
It was an 1 a.m. flight, and the young master was huddled in the business class cabin. The spacious seat couldn't contain his dejected mood.
The flight attendant asked Chen Che considerately if he needed a blanket, but he shook his head.
A minute later, Chen Che called out to the flight attendant: "Excuse me, can you give me a blanket?" Perhaps embarrassed, he shook his phone and the WeChat screen lit up.
A girl’s thoughtful WeChat message: Remember to ask the flight attendant for a blanket, ask for it early, otherwise they will be sold out.
The flight attendant couldn't understand Chinese, but she kept smiling warmly.
"My friend insisted that I cover myself with a blanket," he said.
The flight attendant saw a photo of a girl in the background of his chat and winked at the young and handsome passenger: "Your girlfriend is so beautiful."
The pent-up emotions dissipated a lot, leaving a corner in his heart, filled with all kinds of chocolate candies. He generously sprinkled the candies: "Hmm, she is the most beautiful."
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During the holidays last year, Chen Che was forced by Du Yuanshan to appear at the gallery and buy the works of the popular painter.
He doesn't understand painting.
He examined them one by one and found that the works of famous artists were accurate in form, every stroke was in place, and magnificent.
But he passed by the masterpieces that everyone praised and walked to the most inconspicuous corner of the gallery.
It was a work by an emerging painter.
Spotlights illuminate it 360 degrees.
He stopped, his eyes darting over it. The world through the eyes of a color-blind person is much less fascinating than that of an average person. He walked closer, admiring the overlapping colors of the oil paint on the canvas.
He walked away again, and across the spacious gallery hall, the paintings in his field of vision shrank into a gorgeous square.
He bought the painting immediately.
After receiving the painting from the gallery, Du Yuanshan stamped her feet in anger: "You bought the wrong one! It's not this one! This painter just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and is not famous!"
“I didn’t buy it wrong. I just like it.”
What he likes is the best in the world.
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The plane broke through the sea of clouds, the moon floated above the clouds, and he poked Chi Leyou's portrait with his finger.
"Chen Che" patted "me" on the head and offered five thousand as compensation for concussion.
Chen Che:?
Chen Che: Transfer 5,000.
She had just fallen asleep and mumbled a voice message: "Did you transfer the wrong amount of money?" She returned the money.
The five thousand must be the hospital deposit that his family in China urged him to pay.
Chen Che chuckled softly, “Mrs. Chi is trying to scam me, how dare I not pay?”
Only then did Chi Leyou see clearly the tap function he had set.
She replied: No more talking, take a rest.
There weren't many people in the business class, and Mrs. Wang was able to sit next to the eldest young master thanks to his influence.
"Master," Wang's wife handed over a new neck pillow, "Please take a rest first. We still have a long flight ahead of us."
The eldest young master raised his eyes and said, "I won't sleep."
"But."
"Mrs. Wang." His tone returned to his usual aloofness.
Mrs. Wang had no choice but to return to her seat, put on a blindfold, and pretend to see nothing.
Chen Che straightened the corners of his mouth and said to Chi Leyou: I can't sleep, the chair is uncomfortable.
The ticket we bought on the spur of the moment didn't have a first-class cabin, only a barely reclining business-class seat. He was tall and had long legs, so no matter how he lay down, he felt uncomfortable.
The girl lay on the narrow bed, looking out the window. The moon was no longer visible. She imagined Chen Che sitting on a red-eye flight, squeezed into the cramped economy class seat, his heart tormented by the pain of his loved ones being hurt.
My heart suddenly tightened, and my voice softened, like the tone I use when talking to a child: "Now cover yourself with the blanket."
Mrs. Wang was worried and took off the blindfold.
The long-armed and long-legged young master huddled into his seat like a baby.
Going to sleep already?
The young master crawled under the blanket and spoke to the phone in a muffled voice: "I'm covered up."
"?" Mrs. Wang rubbed her eyes. What a ghost.
What happened to the normally rebellious young master? Has he become a pervert?
The young master had many tricks up his sleeve. Sometimes he would say in a nagging tone, "I'll go to sleep if you say a few more words to me." Sometimes he would make a fuss and say, "My meal card can only be lent to female classmates, not to male foreigners."
Until a voice came from the phone: "Chen Che, are you still asleep?"
The eldest young master immediately became quiet, as if he had been poisoned by paraquat and rendered mute.
Mrs. Wang wanted to stand up and perform the most dazzling national style performance for the female knight.
After a while, the single-celled organism under the blanket spoke again: "Then you sleep too."
We sleep together.
This thought kept exploding in my mind, and my ears were buzzing.
After twitching a few times in the small blanket, he calmed down and soon fell into a deep sleep like a corpse.
Mrs. Wang fell silent. She had watched Chen Che grow from a young master to a big master, and she had never seen him like this before.
Is this, possessed by evil spirits?
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The Shen family mansion in H City.
When Chen Che got home, he didn't even change his shoes. He rushed straight to his parents' room on the third floor.
"mom!"
Shoulder slams open the bedroom door—
Shen Che saw a scene that he would never forget.
Du Yuanshan was lying on the bed, holding a tablet in her hand with her injured leg elevated.
Shen Dahe said to the phone: "Don't tell me about this kind of trivial matter anymore. Don't you know how to make a decision? Don't forget, you are the deputy director! If you don't want to do this, just retire early!"
After hanging up the phone, he went to his wife's legs and massaged the uninjured leg.
"Honey, let's not make action movies anymore, huh?"
Du Yuanshan opened her mouth lazily: "Ah."
Shen Dahe quickly fed her a peeled lychee.
A few seconds later, Du Yuanshan spat the core into his palm.
Chen Che was neither able to advance nor retreat, so he simply acted like a stone lion in front of the door.
The couple looked up at the same time and saw their son looking as if he were an outsider.
"Why are you back?" Du Yuanshan was quite surprised, but then she understood. "You old fool, did you tell your son about this?"
"Is your leg okay?" Shen Che walked to the bedside, pulled a low stool and sat down, his eyes like an X-ray machine, scanning back and forth over his mother's injured leg.
"What can happen to Mom? It's just a minor injury." Du Yuanshan propped up her upper body and accidentally pulled the bruise. She frowned slightly but said nothing.
After going through so many hardships in Maple Leaf Country, Chen Che's hair was disheveled, his eye circles were dark, and his chin was covered with scum.
Where is his usual young master demeanor?
He didn't have time to change his clothes, so he still wore the same set he wore when he brought coffee to Chi Leyou.
Du Yuanshan's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes switched back and forth between her son and the tablet interface.
In the comics she was following, the clothes worn by the male protagonist were exactly the same as her son's.
Are they the same style?
Did the cartoonist install surveillance cameras in her home?
Her son's concerned gaze pulled her out of the comic book world. Du Yuanshan sighed happily, "My son is the best in the world."
Shen Dahe gasped: "Wife!"
"My husband doesn't share my last name, so he's just an outsider."
“…” Shen Dahe wanted to go to the household registration office in the bureau to change his surname.
She hummed the movie theme song out of tune and took a photo of "her" and her son with her mobile phone.
Post the picture to the "Shen Family Compound" family group.
Chen Che saved the photos and posted them on his Moments.
【Arrived Home Safely】
Du Yuanshan's face was not shown in the photo, only a wounded leg that was wrapped more elaborately than a mummy's, and only half of Chen Che's face was visible.
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Chi Leyou didn't sleep well that night.
While brushing her teeth with two panda eyes, she captured Chen Che's circle of friends.
When the photo was opened and enlarged, the man's decadent and dejected profile came into view.
His mother was seriously injured, a comminuted fracture, right?
In the photo, the hospital environment is different from the wards in ordinary tertiary hospitals.
Thinking of what Chen Che said about his mother being injured at work, which was classified as a work-related injury, his mother's company was sympathetic to its employees and even chose a VIP single room for the hospital ward.
Yes, the injury is so serious, the boss must feel guilty.
She didn’t like the post, but commented: I wish my aunt a speedy recovery!
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The young master didn't reply. He simply tidied himself up and fell asleep on the bed because he was too exhausted.
The lamb that was brought all the way back to H City from Maple Leaf Country was forced to lie beside him.
Bae Bae doesn't need a light sleep, he keeps his eyes wide open.
Counting sheep.
Dreams are bizarre.
The lamb beside him suddenly grew in proportion, and its hooves tickled him.
When he opened his eyes again, the sheep face turned into a soft and elastic face. The girl had thick eyelashes, breathed evenly, and her white hands were on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing.
He tilted his head and stamped her cheek.
A dry mouthful is not satisfying.
His eyes fell on her lips.
In his dream, he licked it unconsciously.
"Rogue!" A hoof swung in the air.
He didn't taste the mouth. The lips.
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