Yu Xinyu took out his newly bought hair dryer and gently tidied Cen Yu's hair.
Cen Yu sat on the edge of the bed. The hairdryer was quite loud, and he could sense that Yu Xinyu was saying something, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear her at all.
"What did you say?" Cen Yu looked up at Yu Xinyu. "I can't hear you."
Just then, Cen Yu's hair had been half-dried by Yu Xinyu.
Yu Xinyu turned off the hair dryer. "It's nothing." He looked at Cen Yu and reached out to run his hand through his hair. "If you didn't hear me, then forget it."
Cen Yu carefully recalled Yu Xinyu's lip movements just now—
I always felt that what the other person might be saying was, "Baby, I miss you so much..."
Baby?! Cen Yu shuddered.
Unexpectedly, Yu Xinyu was even more mushy than he had imagined. Perhaps she was worried that Cen Yu would make sarcastic remarks, so Yu Xinyu chose to remain silent.
"Okay," Yu Xinyu said to Cen Yu, "Your hair is dry."
Cen Yu's gaze lingered on Yu Xinyu's room for a moment, his eyes fixed on the enormous wardrobe—
"I told you not to buy so many clothes."
Cen Yu, true to his word, started causing trouble again: "Money doesn't grow on trees! You don't earn any money yourself, so you have to be careful with your spending..."
Yu Xinyu simply looked at him good-naturedly, seemingly unconcerned by his fatherly remark. His smile remained unchanged. "...Would you like to see my wardrobe?"
“…” Cen Yu did not expect Yu Xinyu to react this way.
He pondered Yu Xinyu's meaning. Was this an indication that she wanted to change into pretty clothes for him and please him?
He would definitely refuse! After all, he's a cold-blooded and ruthless scumbag!
"No need, I'm just telling you that making money isn't easy, so buy fewer clothes."
Yu Xinyu looked at Cen Yu with regret, "What a pity..."
But he quickly put on a smile again, as if he wanted to say something to Cen Yu, but Cen Yu really didn't want to act anymore—
"I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm not chatting."
As he spoke, he stood up, but when he reached the door, he noticed a painting covered with a black cloth in the corner.
The location was so tricky that Cen Yu didn't see it at all when she sat on the bed.
He remembered that in the original novel, Yu Xinyu learned to paint from a young age. In order to show that Yu Xinyu was exceptionally talented, he quickly became famous after picking up his paintbrush again. With the backing of the Yu family and the extreme pampering of his family, Yu Xinyu even opened an art gallery...
"Is this a new painting you made?" Cen Yu walked over and was about to lift the black cloth when Yu Xinyu, who was following behind him, grabbed his wrist.
The force was so great that Cen Yu's wrist even felt a little sore.
This was hardly the reaction of Yu Xinyu.
Cen Yu frowned and subconsciously looked up at Yu Xinyu's face.
Yu Xinyu's expression turned pitiful again, and he even squeezed out a few tears as he looked at Cen Yu—
"I haven't finished drawing yet," he said, still holding onto Cen Yu's wrist. "Can you not look at it yet?"
"...?" What's this? An artist's quirk?
Cen Yu was a little puzzled. He was actually just curious about how good Yu Xinyu's painting skills were, as she was praised by everyone in the original work.
Seeing the other person's resistance, and realizing he really didn't intend to go see, he shook off Yu Xinyu's hand.
"If I don't want to watch it, I don't care. It's nothing special."
He said he would ignore Yu Xinyu, reached out and opened the door to her bedroom, and left.
Yu Xinyu watched his retreating figure in his bathrobe as he quickly left. Only after Cen Yu's figure disappeared from sight did he close the door. Leaning against the bedroom door, he lifted the black cloth covering the painting.
In the picture, Cen Yu is biting an apple core.
His body was covered with sharp thorns, which tightly wrapped around him as if he were captured... The snake bone tattoo was clearly visible, and the snake tail extended to his pubic bone.
Yu Xinyu stared intently at his still unfinished painting before locking the door.
Jingjing walked quietly to the edge of her bed and sat down, right where Cen Yu had just sat. He sat there looking at his painting for a very long time...
...
The next morning, Cen Yu went out and saw Yu Xinyu already dressed and cooking in the kitchen.
When I came out, I noticed that they were even carrying a lunchbox.
"I made this last night, you can have it for lunch." Yu Xinyu smiled gently.
Cen Yu opened the lunchbox and saw that it contained light food, which was indeed suitable for the day after a hangover.
But given his established persona, he definitely wouldn't say anything nice.
"It's so-so. You should learn a few more dishes when you have time, so you can show off your skills when you treat your colleagues to a meal. Don't embarrass me."
Daily task completed!
Cen Yu was delighted with the thought, then picked up the lunchbox that Yu Xinyu had brought for her and went out... When she arrived at the company, before she could even sit down, she saw Gao Lanyuan walking over with a cup of coffee.
"Brother Cen?" Gao Lanyuan asked, holding her coffee with a surprised expression. "I thought you were going to take the day off this morning."
Haha, if Yu Xinyu isn't home, he'll definitely take the day off.
He thought this to himself, but he wouldn't say it out loud. "Taking leave won't cost me anything." He pulled out a chair, sat down, and turned on his computer. "If it's considered personal leave, I'll lose half a day's pay."
Gao Lanyuan stood behind him with a cup of coffee, watching Cen Yu turn on his computer.
His gaze lingered on the other person's clothes for a moment...
Looking at these clothes, they don't seem short of money at all.
That's true, how could Yu Xinyu be short of money?
Gao Lanyuan found it hilarious to think about Yu Xinyu, whom she had seen yesterday, putting on such a gentle and tender act... He casually hooked the collar badge on Cen Yu's collar with his little finger—
"Is Brother Cen short of money?" He hooked the collar tag on Cen Yu's shirt. "Isn't this quite expensive?"
Cen Yu sensed Gao Lanyuan's subtle movements. Recalling Cen Yu's persona, he impatiently pulled his collar back from Gao Lanyuan's hand. "Fake, a knock-off."
"Really?" Gao Lanyuan smiled. "The technology for making knockoffs is quite good these days."
Cen Yu opened yesterday's plan and glanced at it. He then stole a glance and noticed that Lou Baichuan was not in the office. Could it be that he was not coming today?
He turned to look at Gao Lanyuan, who was standing behind him holding a cup of coffee, and asked, "Then who's not here?"
He gestured with his eyes toward the office.
"It seems something came up this morning." Gao Lanyuan said, sitting back in his seat and leaning back in his chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingers. "Brother Cen, you wouldn't let go of Brother Chuan last night..."
Gao Lanyuan chuckled. "You didn't throw up all over him after you went in, did you?"
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