Hu Jia had just left when Xiang Qianjin came back.
With beads of sweat on his forehead and his chest rising and falling slightly, he reported with a little breath: "Old man, I have done what you asked me to do."
Having said that, he respectfully handed the car keys back to me with both hands.
I took the key and pushed the tissue box on the table in front of me: "Wipe your sweat. In this weather, even sitting still will make you sweat, and you jogged all the way back. Sit down and rest for a while, let the cool air dissipate the heat from your body."
He sat down opposite me. Xiang Qianjin had long lost the restraint he had when he first became my driver, and was replaced by a trust and closeness that was almost like a family.
After chatting casually for a while, I got to the point: "Qian Jin, this car is under my name, and I plan to transfer it. I hope you will take care of the subsequent procedures at the Sports Car Management Office."
놛 readily agreed: "No problem, 늵 I have it! 놆Who do you want to transfer it to?"
I looked at her thick eyebrows and smiled easily: "A beautiful woman goes with a nice car. Let's see if she is willing to accept it. I'll tell you when she decides."
A simple smile appeared on his face: "Okay! Then I will wait for your news."
Ah, I have no confidence at all about this "heavyweight" gift - will she accept it?
In the afternoon, I didn’t go to the office cafeteria and went straight home.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Peng Xiaomin busy in the kitchen. She was so focused on the dishes in the pot that she didn't even notice me coming in.
I walked quietly to the kitchen door with light steps, leaned against the door frame, and watched her stir-frying quietly.
The heat was unbearable, and she was only wearing a thin cotton T-shirt and an apron. Sweat had already soaked her back and front, and the wet fabric clung to her skin, clearly outlining her exquisite and undulating curves, which were faintly visible in the dense smoke of fireworks.
When she turned off the stove and turned to get a plate to serve the food, she caught a glimpse of me standing by the door! She was startled and screamed "Ah", and the white porcelain plate she had just picked up slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp "clang" sound, smashing into pieces on the smooth tile floor!
She was obviously terrified. She held her chest tightly with one hand and patted it in panic, her voice trembling: "Oh my God! I'm almost scared to death! When did you sneak in? You walked without making any sound!"
Since I had caused trouble, I quickly cleaned up the mess. I sprinted into the kitchen, picked up the broom and cleaned up the broken porcelain on the floor, repeatedly reminding them: "Don't move! Don't move! Be careful of the broken pieces that might hurt your feet!"
She was obedient, she froze in place and dared not move, she kept patting her chest, breathing softly, her face turning pale.
Once I had carefully swept up the last of the debris, I put down my tools and squatted down beside her to check if there was any debris left on her feet.
After confirming that everything was correct, I stood up and asked softly with an apologetic tone: "Are you scared? Are you really okay?"
She didn't look at me, pouted, and started complaining: "I haven't seen you all day, and you finally came back to scare me half to death! Guan Hongjun, tell me the truth, do you have a grudge against me?"
I spread my hands with an innocent look and smiled bitterly: "God, please forgive me! I didn't say anything because I wanted to secretly see you showing off your cooking skills. Who knew I would scare you like this..."
During this period, she had been angry and had the cold war with me. If it weren't for this accident, she might not want to talk to me. At this moment, the short communication seemed to have used up her "quota". She fell silent again and silently took out another porcelain plate to serve the cola chicken wings in the pot.
Seeing that she was suffering from the heat, I could not help but persuade her: "My parents are back to their hometown in the countryside. You and Xixi are at home. It's so hot that you can't breathe. You can just eat something casually. Why bother making this?"
As I spoke, I moved closer and, with a flattering attitude, gently wiped the dense beads of sweat on her forehead with a tissue.
She didn't dodge and let me wipe it, but she retorted mercilessly: "Xixi specifically asked for cola chicken wings! I have to make it for her no matter how hot it is! I'm not making it for you, so stop meddling in other people's business here."
I was choked by her words and was speechless. I could only shut my mouth and stand aside and watch.
While she went to the bedroom to wake Xixi up, I slipped into the living room, turned on the cabinet air conditioner, and closed all the open windows one by one.
She carried the sleepy Xixi to a chair at the dining table and began to serve her food. She scolded him, "You are such a bad father. Xixi just woke up and is sweating. What if you turn on the air conditioner and give her a cold?"
Like a primary school student who had done something wrong, I picked up the remote control and turned down the air volume of the air conditioner. At this time, she called out again, "Haven't you eaten yet? I've served you some food. Come and eat with Xixi."
I obediently sat down at the dining table and picked up the dishes she had prepared. Xixi turned her head to look at me and made a face, as if to say, "I'll teach you a lesson for not listening."
I took a few bites of rice. She used the chopsticks she had used to feed Xixi to add some food to my bowl, still mumbling: "You came back to eat without telling me in advance, and I didn't prepare anything specially for you..."
I looked up, and a warm feeling surged in my heart. Isn't this woman who keeps complaining but has a soft heart the epitome of hundreds of millions of ordinary housewives? She felt my gaze and looked up at me, with a mixture of anger and tenderness in her eyes.
In a trance, I began to judge the twin sisters: they have almost the same appearance, but their temperaments are very different. The elder sister is gentle and considerate, but always has a sense of distance, like a fairy in the clouds, beautiful but hard to touch. The younger sister is hot-tempered, stubborn, but has a burning heart, real and tangible, warm to the touch.
Seeing that I was in a daze, she asked, "Why did you come back in the hot sun today? Did you have a quarrel with your girlfriend?"
I came to my senses and responded casually, "Well, our personalities are not compatible, so we broke up."
Her expression froze, and she said "Oh" with no expression on her face. But I could clearly see a trace of fluctuation between her eyebrows - that was clearly a very restrained joy.
I turned to Xixi, whose mouth was full of grease, and said, "Baby, do you want to go to the countryside to visit your grandparents?"
Xixi didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Xiaomin: "Sister? Shall we go?"
Xiao Min pursed her lips and shoveled the last bit of rice in Xixi's bowl into her mouth: "Sister will listen to Xixi. If you want to go, I will take you there later."
Xixi immediately clapped her hands and shouted, "Great! My sister and I are going to the countryside!"
Seeing that the time was right, I took the opportunity to suggest: "I remember you said you had a driver's license and you drive well? You can drive Xixi there next time."
Without raising her head, she scraped the last few grains of rice in the bowl and said, "I won't drive your car. I'll take Xixi on the bus."
I paused and asked tentatively, "What if you want to drive your own car?"
She slowly raised her head, her eyes full of doubt: "My car?"
I nodded. "Yes. I have a second-hand Audi A4. It would be a waste if I didn't drive it. I'll give it to you."
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