Chapter 61: "Prospective Girlfriend" French Kiss
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There was a group of people standing outside the door, both tall and short.
The foreigner who was speaking was not tall, with a "monk's hair style that has been in secular life for half a month", with fuzzy hair dyed a copper green.
Like a perfectly ripe kiwi fruit.
His brows, which had been twisted into a knot a second ago, smiled like a toothpaste advertisement after seeing the girl at the entrance of Chen Che's house: "Nihou."
“…Hello.” Chi Leyou always felt that he looked familiar.
After squeezing out a single sentence in Chinese, Kiwi pulled out a dazzling golden marker, glanced at the girl's clothes, and asked her in English, "Where do you sign?"
Chi Leyou glanced: "?"
Which steel plant produces the titanium alloy.
The telephone pole at the corner shifted a few meters. "Wassup, Yoyo?"
Chi Leyou raised his jaw sharply, and only then could he see the face of his old acquaintance clearly: "Liam, do you live here?"
Liam spread his fingers, indicating he lived on the fifth floor. His hand, much larger than an average person's, gave Kiwi a slap on the wrist. "Don't flatter yourself. Do you think the whole world is kissing you?"
“!!!”
Outside the gate, the atmosphere of trying to calm the situation down boiled over again, and the conflict was about to break out.
Shen Che grabbed the girl’s arm and blocked her behind him, “If you want to argue, go downstairs and argue.”
The kiwi fruit never gave up and jumped up, looking funny like a bouncing ball.
He stretched out his index finger, poked his face, and said excitedly: "You really don't know me?"
I'm dying of laughter. Is there anyone in Maple Leaf Country who doesn't know him? He's the rap king of Maple Leaf Country. Even homeless people would yo-yo-chek with him when they see him.
The girl was much shorter than Shen Che, and her vision was blocked by her straight and broad shoulders.
Being tall is great!
He held her arm tightly and refused to let go, as if he was harboring a wanted criminal.
The girl's dissatisfied voice came over: "A good dog doesn't block the road."
Chen Che's back stiffened. She was becoming more and more daring and actually scolded him openly.
The next second, a mushroom grew out of the hole in his arm. The mushroom spoke earnestly and in a negotiating tone: "Give me a hint, okay?"
Kiwi was delighted. A week ago, he was diagnosed with "severe histrionic personality disorder" by a doctor. He came on stage and sang: "Fu, fu, fu...fxck you..."
He wrote this song for his neighbor Liam.
Liam's face was as gloomy as the back of the moon.
After howling for two sentences, Chi Leyou met Kiwi's starry eyes and gave loving encouragement: "You've heard of it... right?"
Kiwi was excited: "Where?"
Apple Music? YouTube Music? Spotify? Help! It's so famous! It's so popular with college kids!
Chi Leyou said shyly: "My best friend's grandmother came to visit, and she called a group of local elderly ladies, of all skin colors."
"Yeah, listen to my song?" Good boy, Kiwi was even happier. He finally broke into the circle of elderly fans!
Chen Che lowered his head and glanced at the mushroom-shaped head lying between his arm and his side. He felt that she was holding back some bad intentions. He couldn't help but rub her head with his hand and said in coded Chinese: "You're almost done. He's really sick in the head, I tell you."
Mushroom Head shrugged and said something that chilled Kiwi to the bone: "Square dancing."
Afraid that he didn't understand, she tried her best to use many words to describe the passionate scene of a little Chinese old lady leading a group of black, white and brown foreign old ladies dancing square dance.
Pop—the kiwi fruit skin burst, and the deeply damaged flesh oozes out.
“Woo…”
"Cry your ass off." Liam punched the kiwi's head flat.
"Are you still going in?" Shen Che was too lazy to watch them fight. The hatred was made between the two of them, so it had nothing to do with him.
Wow, the three of them were all wearing slippers, and their shoes flew off as they walked into Chen Che's house barefoot.
Only then did Chi Leyou see clearly that behind the two foreigners, one tall and one short, there was a red-haired woman.
The eyes of the only two women met, and suddenly the daylight was filled with fireworks and the earth shook.
Chi Leyou: “Before…?” Did you write it?
The red-haired woman smiled brightly: "Ha, there are fans of mine hiding in Chen Che's house?"
The mushroom beside him transformed into a small cannonball and fired from beside Chen Che.
The speed was so strong that it stirred up the surrounding air currents. He couldn't help but worry about the safety of his neighbors.
This girl practices the Iron Head Magic Kung Fu.
"Ahhhhh I'm your old fan!!!"
Fans, still old ones.
Kiwi is so envious.
The red-haired woman opened her arms to greet her.
The girl didn't hesitate at all and threw herself into her arms. The red-haired woman gave her a big hug.
Shen Che frowned and stared at the red-haired woman unhappily.
The woman hugged her book fan tightly and looked over provocatively. Seeing Chen Che’s unhappy expression, she silently mouthed: Envy?
The eldest young master was furious.
The red-haired woman and Chi Leyou put their faces together, French kissing, and she continued to provoke: Jealous?
The eldest young master has a deep hatred.
He walked across the empty living room with a wooden face and disappeared through one of the doors.
Chi Leyou broke away from the idol's arms and followed him like a tail.
The entire wall of the study was covered with built-in bookshelves. He stood beside the black bookshelf, like an X-shaped stand at an exhibition.
"Are you looking for a book?" A girl's clear voice came in. Chen Che turned around and saw a small gap in the study door, with a head stuck in the middle.
"This is my house, why are you acting like a thief?"
"Can I come in? I haven't even knocked."
The head retracted and the door closed automatically.
There's knock knock knock on the door.
The door was not opened, and the head outside was waiting patiently.
“…”
Why? Did she have to wait for him to say "come in" before she dared to enter?
His thoughts and body were out of sync, and when Chi Leyou knocked the first time, Shen Che had already started walking towards the door.
When he knocked for the third time, he couldn't wait to open the door.
Their eyes met.
The girl lowered her voice, like a spy, and said, "Why are you hiding? There are people outside."
"I'm looking for something," Chen Che called her into the study, nagging, "Well, you don't have to knock on the door from now on. Just go into any room you want."
"Oh." She didn't understand the significance of this sentence.
"Treat it as your own home." Chen Che glanced at her sideways, and sure enough, the girl ignored him with one ear and out the other, staring at the wall of books without blinking.
Oh, the book is prettier than his face.
"Do you understand?" He pulled the hood of her sweatshirt.
“…I understand.”
"What did I just say?"
Chi Leyou's eyes darted around.
Guilty conscience.
I didn't hear a word.
"Second row, fifth book, third book of 'Before', sample book."
The girl's eyes locked onto the coordinates like radar: "How did you get it?!"
He raised his finger and gave her a smack on the head: "We are neighbors after all."
"Neighbors sending sample books?"
"Her father is my teacher. You've also met the director on the set."
I see.
The second row of the bookshelf was very high. Chi Leyou held onto a hardcover copy of "War and Peace" and used the momentum to jump up.
Her "enthusiastic fellow villagers" stood with their arms folded, watching the game with great interest.
The attempt to jump failed.
The athlete was not discouraged and tried to reach higher again.
The second jump ended in defeat.
The girl looked at him and asked, "Is there a small ladder?"
The homeowner shrugged.
"Where's the stool?"
Chen Che pinched out a tone of regret: "No."
Chi Leyou tilted his head, looked past his side, and accurately grasped the gaming chair behind the desk.
Shen Che argued: "That's a chair."
“…”
Just say it if you are stingy!
"Then how do I get up there?" Chi Leyou said angrily, tilting his gaze upwards. "I can't use Tolstoy as a stepping stone!"
Got angry.
Chen Che: "Why don't you come to me? You don't need the ready-made one?"
The word "thank you" was stuck in my throat and I didn't say it out loud, and my center of gravity suddenly rose.
She exclaimed, her eyes passing over the brick-like original books and suddenly coming to the second row.
Is he that strong? He can lift a grown man easily.
"Take it." He said with a smile.
She pulled out the sample book and held it tightly in her arms.
"If you need any more books, take them together."
Chi Leyou bent her neck to look. From this angle, Chen Che was much shorter than her. She didn't say anything, and he didn't rush her. He moved a step to the left with himself, inviting her to find a book.
There was a smile on his face, without a trace of impatience, and his eyes were full of indulgence.
Chi Leyou picked up a book at random.
The human lift lowered her steadily.
"The Seventh Day?" Chen Che asked.
"I haven't read it." Chi Leyou lowered his head and turned a page in a panic.
"I've seen it. It's quite nice." Chen Che's eyes paused on her cheek for a second, as gorgeous as if it were smeared with jam. He left the study to greet the guests, leaving her alone to calm down.
Chi Leyou took a deep breath. There was a noisy sound coming from the living room. The telephone pole and the kiwi were arguing with each other again.
She hid away from the hustle and bustle alone.
The random page in my hand is highlighted with a misty blue highlighter.
Familiar footsteps were heard outside the study door.
"Chi Leyou?"
The girl raised her eyes from the moon-white pages.
The surroundings were unfamiliar, and it was her first time seeing a study room that looked like a library, so she should have felt cramped.
But when I met his smiling eyes, my awkwardness disappeared, and I felt free to expand my territory and take root in my heart.
"If you don't come over, someone's signature pen will run out." Shen Che waved his hand.
She walked towards him with a book in her arms.
A simple yet grand meeting for book fans.
The red-haired woman took the signature pen that the famous rap singer always carried with him.
A golden to signature falls on the title page of the sample book.
To Yoyo & Brook:
Read wildly,
Love deeply.
Best, Mia Voss
I dedicate this book to Chi Leyou and Shen Che.
May you two read without boundaries and love forever.
Yours, Mia Hoss.
The book signing was so lively that Kiwi was envious. Mia took his signature pen and spun it into a flower in her hand: "Nice pen, give it to me."
“…”
Chi Leyou blew air on the title page and looked at the signature back and forth.
"What? Are you still unhappy?" Shen Che asked in confusion when he saw some regret in her eyes.
Chi Leyou: "Sign our names."
"Yeah." What's the difference between this and the wedding photo in the relief frame? He's so happy, okay?
Chi Leyou: "You can't tear up the book."
Chen Che was furious: "You still want half and half?!"
Chi Leyou said honestly: "The book is yours."
"I'll give it to you!" Chen Che gritted his teeth, "I don't read North American domineering CEO novels."
"Really?" She held the book, her eyes curved into two crescents.
"Fake hanging!"
“…”
Look how angry the child is.
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Three neighbors gathered together. One was Chi Leyou's old employer, one was the author of her favorite novel, and one was the singer of Ren Mi's square dance routine.
All three parties testified for Shen Che.
To dispel the girl's vigilance, Chen Che raised three fingers to the ceiling: "He is really not a human trafficker."
Liam: “It’s going to snow again tomorrow.”
Mia: "You don't have to clear the snow. This is an apartment building."
Kiwi looked at Chi Leyou with regret: "His house is big, if you want to do square dance, you can listen to my songs."
A group of people stepped into the elevator with heavy steps.
The elevator door closed, the girl withdrew her hand in farewell, and also suppressed her excited mood.
She turned around and saw the man slowly clicking the smart lock.
Beep, beep—his operation was very unfamiliar. He frowned and studied it for a long time. Finally, he relaxed his brows and called her name: "Give me your hand."
"ah?"
The girl didn't understand why, but still reached out as he asked.
His fingertips lightly touched her nails, and his heart felt like it was being nudged by a thin wing.
Ding, the heartbeat and the prompt tone are at the same frequency, skipping a frame.
Entry successful.
“…How did you take my fingerprints?”
Chen Che clenched his fist, pressed it against his lips and coughed lightly, his eyes squinting to the corner, not looking at her: "Don't you want to visit Mia's house? She just invited you."
"Really?" The girl was suspicious, trying hard to recall the conversation from ten minutes ago.
"Yes." He put his hands in his pockets and walked quickly back home.
The girl couldn't see his curled fingers hidden in his pocket.
"Chi Leyou, your English is not good."
A blatant false accusation. Chi Leyou raised her eyes and locked onto his fleeing figure: "Hey! My IELTS listening score is 9.0, okay?"
The man quickly walked to the sofa, picked up the book "The Seventh Day" that Chi Leyou had chosen, and walked towards her quickly. His steps were lighter than before, clattering like a wild horse galloping on the grassland.
With a book in his hand, Chen Che placed the girl on the sofa: "Sit here and read for a while."
"What about you?"
"You can't ask the guests to cook, right?"
"You can?" The girl's eyes widened and she asked in a skeptical tone.
"I am Chef Chi's founding disciple."
"Auntie, have you tried the bone marrow soup from last time?"
"Um."
"Delicious?"
"That's natural."
Shen Che was thinking that before his mother and future girlfriend added her to WeChat, he had to let Ms. Du, who spoke the truth, hide that circle of friends.
After all, the caption Du Yuanshan wrote under the photo of the soup was: Son, my legs are already injured, do you still want me to have osteoporosis?
Chi Leyou opened the book and found the page he hadn't had time to read just now. It was marked in misty blue, indicating that it had been read by Chen Che.
"My emotional dullness is like a house with its doors and windows shut.
Although the footsteps of love go back and forth in front of the house,
I heard it.
But I think they are just passing footsteps,
Those are the steps towards others,
Until one day this footstep stopped here,
Then the doorbell rang."
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