Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Hormones.
Su Tu clearly remembered how he was taken away.
Overall, it's similar to being caught by the homeroom teacher for playing with your phone in class.
He spread his hands, and she handed over the key tremblingly. He turned around, and she followed him with a pale face and a depressed look.
Not only did they not communicate a word during the entire process, she didn't even think of subtle struggles like "This is not good", "Didn't you drive here", "How are you going to go back after you send me off", and she stepped into the prison van without knowing why.
She didn't know how much room for explanation there was for the behavior of the second party, who met a client in public and then ran away without even saying hello, but she had already felt the consequences of it.
It will just make a bang!
It makes people shorter from the root.
This inexplicable magnetic field made her stand up straight alertly, with her hands neatly placed between her legs, her eyes staring stiffly ahead, and she had no idea what to say.
But he had already caught the man and seized the stolen goods, and he showed no intention of speaking.
Boundless embarrassment...
Su Tu clenched his palms and pretended to be dead for a long time. Just when he felt that he couldn't let the silence continue, his stomach took the lead:
Gulu…
Gurgle…
In a closed compartment.
Crisp.
loud.
Shi Shu glanced at her when he heard the voice and asked, "Are you hungry?"
“No…no.”
Su Tu's eyes darkened, and he immediately covered his stomach: "Maybe I just drank a carbonated drink, and there's some gas accumulation."
After lunch, she only drank half a pot of tea and a glass of wine. Of course, she was hungry, but if she told him the truth, she might get the honor of having dinner with him...
She chose to starve to death.
Fortunately, he seemed to be asking casually, and quickly looked away and continued driving.
Only then did Su Tu notice that his city SUV was actually a bit too tight for him.
He is tall and has long legs, and has a very strong magnetic field.
Just sitting there made the entire car feel cramped, and even the smell of the car perfume was forcibly transformed into a clean, crisp, and tough male hormone.
My senses were caught off guard and confused.
Before I knew it, the car pulled over.
Seeing him unbuckle his seat belt with his hand hanging down, Su Tu said "wait a moment" and pushed the door open to get out of the car. He walked straight to a McDonald's not far away and soon brought back two ice cream cones.
Still with that stern expression, he looked at her and said, "Which one do you want?"
Su Tu blinked and looked at the two flavors of ice cream cones in front of him, one pink and one white. He inevitably glanced at the big hand that was wrapping them.
It's so exaggerated that you can hold two in one hand and still have plenty left over.
The knuckles are long and the carpal bones are prominent.
There is also a kind that is soaked in water all year round, which is extremely white and astringent.
She slowly reached out and pointed at the pink one: "...this one."
When Shi Shu moved his fingertips, blue veins were slightly visible.
Delivered to her without contact.
call…
Su Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and took a sip, letting the sweet taste spread over the tip of his tongue, then tilted his head slightly to take a look.
She was sure that he must have seen her awkwardness and guessed that even if he bought her a hamburger, she might not eat it.
But not ice cream.
Will be transformed.
And he bought two, as if he suddenly wanted to eat them, so he took her share as well because the second one was half price.
But the way he eats with such an expressionless face really makes it hard to feel that the food is delicious.
Su Tu pursed his lips, feeling somewhat ashamed: "Is it not delicious?"
Shi Shu hummed, but didn't deny it: "Too sweet."
Su Tu was not surprised: "There is mineral water in the trunk, do you need me to get it?"
Shi Shu got out of the car by himself and paused when he opened the trunk. His eyes swept over the tea gift boxes piled up casually. He reached out to take two bottles of water, returned to the car and handed one to her.
I just moistened my mouth briefly and didn't linger any longer.
Hengji Hotel is located in the suburbs, a 90-minute drive from the city center.
Su Tu was originally the second party, and had just received someone's kindness. If he continued to remain silent like this, it would really be a matter of politeness.
There are only a few topics they can talk about.
She consciously ignored the potential embarrassment, tilted her head slightly, and said tentatively, "May I ask, did you find our studio because of Mr. Han's recommendation?"
Shi Shu's driving style is consistent with his own.
Very stable.
Steady and effortless.
After hearing this, he hesitated for a moment. When he turned his head to look at him, Su Tu thought he was going to deny it.
But after two seconds of silence, he replied: "Yeah."
That makes sense.
Han Yi was her client in the early days of her business. The cooperation process was quite smooth at that time, so smooth that he would introduce some high-quality clients to her every once in a while.
Because it was a referral, the new client had a high degree of trust in her and would neither embarrass her professionally nor delay the payment date.
Simply put, it means less work and more money.
Shi Shu obviously fits this definition as well.
The only difference is that his style of switching to the whole style at once is more neat.
With this foundation, Su Tu's mentality relaxed a little: "I didn't have time to talk much this afternoon. Actually, I still have some questions about the design that I want to confirm with you."
Shi Shu said in a deep voice: "Okay."
Su Tu paused and organized his words: "I mainly want to understand your needs for space layout."
"First, how many suites do you need?"
"Then there are functional spaces, such as study rooms, gyms, and audio-visual rooms. These are actually based on the residents' preferences. If you have any, please mention them as much as possible so that I can reflect them in the plan."
She had wanted to ask him if he had any favorite styles, but thinking back to their conversation in the afternoon, she had a hunch that he might not have any idea about them, so she thought it wouldn't be too late to discuss it after the floor plan was finalized.
The vehicle approaches the intersection.
Shi Shu braked smoothly and lightly twisted the steering wheel with his fingertips.
I wanted to let her express herself freely, but because of her defensive and businesslike manner when she spoke, and the repeated "you", I was forced to restrain myself: "What are your hobbies, Teacher Su?"
Su Tu pointed at himself: "Me?"
Shi Shu nodded: "For reference."
"…oh."
It’s common for designers to be asked for their opinions, and Su Tu quickly accepted the advice: “But my hobbies are relatively ordinary, just art and photography, so there’s not much reference value.”
If work skills can be considered as preferences.
She wasn't really lying.
Shi Shu neither questioned nor accepted it.
After a moment's hesitation, they answered in order: "One suite will be enough, and the functional areas need to be a study, studio, gym, cooking area, bar, tool room, showroom, greenhouse, pet room..."
The more Su Tu listened, the more dazed he became. Firstly, because he could name these areas off the top of his head, it didn't look like he had no knowledge of design at all. Secondly, "These don't sound like... your preferences?"
It seems to be hers.
Except for the gym, of course.
Shi Shu had single eyelids and long eyelids, and his gaze slowly drooped. When he looked directly at someone, he had the shocking penetrating power of a wolf king locking onto its prey: "Hmm."
"Her."
As if being covered by an invisible net, Su Tu's breath was choked and his mind went blank: "..."
Before I could recover, that extremely aggressive voice rang out again: "Also, the living room needs to be bigger."
Su Tu was still confused: "...Ah?"
He didn't move his gaze. "She likes to make trouble."
Su Tu: “…”
Although it wasn't her that was mentioned.
But why do I feel humiliated for no apparent reason?
The green light is on.
Shi Shu slowly stepped on the accelerator.
After a while, Su Tu finally pulled himself out of that strange perception and asked hesitantly, "What about you?"
Shi Shu: “Hmm?”
She blinked and looked over in the dim light: "Aren't we going to build a wedding room? But these are her preferences, what about yours?"
“…”
Su Tu discovered that every time he talked about "her", his powerful magnetic field would malfunction and he would become hesitant and passive.
After a moment of silence, he said, not knowing what it felt like, "All I want is to be allowed to exist."
Su Tu was speechless: "..."
If she understood correctly, the story should be -
This world-famous sports superstar has someone he likes so much that he wants to marry her, but the other person doesn't seem to have agreed yet, and may not even be aware of it?
This situation undoubtedly made her feel mysterious.
After being stunned for a long time, I could only agree dryly: "Yes..."
Shi Shu raised his thin eyelids, as if unsure if he had heard correctly: "What?"
“…”
Su Tu thought about it seriously again. With his conditions, he could achieve this level. Few people would be able to remain unmoved at all.
Then she pursed her lips and added, not insincerely, "If you are so sincere, she will agree."
She didn't know about other aspects, but when it came to designing the "wedding room", his attitude was better than 80% of men.
It's not just about being a hands-off boss, thinking that spending money means participation, but also accusing the woman of being incompetent and extravagant after she has worked hard to take care of things.
She looked serious and didn't seem perfunctory.
So even though it was only a side confirmation, he still couldn't suppress the shock in his heart: "Okay."
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Su Tu was still confused until he sent the person out of the community.
Why is it “good”?
Shouldn't we say "OK, thank you"?
The way he answered was as if she had promised him something:
-I agreed.
-good.
She rubbed her face.
All I can say is that athletes speak directly. If something can be expressed in one word, they will never say three more words.
She opened the door with a wandering mind, and suddenly saw her very artistic little home, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
I don’t usually feel that it’s messy, and it’s indeed not messy——
She just had some little quirks, she liked to build model blocks, put them together, and then knock them down;
I like to collect beautiful junk and arrange them in various corners without any order.
I like plants and flowers, but I am too lazy to water them. I am just curious about how long they can live without maintenance.
I like to study food, and I have old-fashioned ideas, so I make them a little dark...
——It’s about design and sentiment.
But at this moment, for some unknown reason, her mind was filled with the stern comment of a certain disciplinary committee member that "she likes to make trouble", which made her feel a long-lost fear of being caught for disciplinary violations.
But that was only a moment.
That's the reality.
No matter how messed up she makes the house, no one will come to take care of it.
She smiled bitterly, came back to her senses, closed the door, and after a quick wash, quickly sat back at the workbench.
Yue Jia had already sent the original framework to her email. She clicked to download and printed it out, spread it on the desktop to check the overall structure, and listed all the requirements he had just mentioned aside.
Then he reached out and tore off a piece of sulfuric acid paper, covered it on the drawing and began to draw.
Her ideas come to her quickly, which is particularly evident in this house. Perhaps because the owner's needs and her preferences highly overlap, the planning and layout process was also extremely smooth.
It's like a dream.
Even in her dreams, she only dared to dream of 180 square meters, but this house is a full 520 square meters. Even if she decorated all the scenes she dared to think of and dared not think of, there was still plenty of room for creativity.
However, being big also has its own difficulties.
Once the space is divided into functional areas, the middle area can easily become a dark room, which is very difficult to completely resolve.
How to connect these areas so that people can move comfortably and smoothly is also a big problem.
She fell into deep thought again and again, tearing off piece after piece of sulfuric acid paper, and finally most of them were crumpled into balls and thrown into the trash can.
She was a person who stayed up late at night. In the second half of the night, when she finally had a direction that was barely feasible, she wanted to refine it as soon as possible while her ideas were complete, so she had no time to sleep.
I stood up and wanted to make some hot tea. While boiling the water, I remembered that there was a gift box in the trunk. So I just took it as a relaxing activity, put on a coat and went downstairs to get it.
The journey today was bumpy and the hand-wrapped gift box was shaken a bit.
She fished the things out of the pile of junk with regret, and when she got home she found that in addition to four small cans of tea, there was also a set of snacks, the same as those in the afternoon tea room.
But because it is freshly made and has been kept in the box for a long time, it does not look as good as it did in the afternoon. Fortunately, it does not affect the taste much. It is sweet but not greasy and has a unique tea aroma.
It is indeed as he said, it is quite good.
She was so hungry that night that she forgot she hadn't eaten. After finishing one piece, she realized her stomach was still empty, so she ate a few more pieces with the new tea until her stomach was half full, and then she patted the crumbs on her hands.
Out of respect, I took a picture of them.
then--
Two o'clock in the morning.
Shi Shu's phone vibrated.
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