Chapter 680 The Young Lady and the Repairman (10)

Wen Wan used to be a teacher in the city and had been in charge of the examination papers for several years. She did not expect that even though she was transferred to this small place, the people above her still did not forget her. Her

old leader and the familiar teaching and research staff asked her to help out, and she could not refuse, so she had to accept the offer.

Bai Yu was responsible for driving Wen Wan to the meeting point in the city. He specifically asked Bai Yao what she wanted and he would bring it back.

Bai Yao thought for a while and casually said, "I want to eat strawberry cake."

Bai Yu agreed and took Wen Wan out.

Bai Yao saw a young man passing by outside.

Aunt Fang mentioned that He Mian had finished repairing the wooden house and was now working on the basement of the main house, so he and she had more chances to meet by chance.

Bai Yao turned around and went into the house. Before he came in, she went up the stairs and returned to her room.

He Mian watched her disappear from sight, pursed his lips, and lowered his head again.

Aunt Fang came to Bai Yao's room to bring her some snacks. She looked up at the moldy spots on the floor next to the desk and said curiously, "Why is it damp here?"

Bai Yao was lying on the bed playing with her phone. "I don't know. It's a small matter. Don't worry about it."

Aunt Fang said, "I'll ask He Mian to take care of it."

Bai Yao raised her head and wanted to stop Aunt Fang, but when she saw Aunt Fang walking out, she rolled her eyes and lay back on the bed.

After a while, He Mian came to the door of the room with tools.

He knocked on the door.

Bai Yao said, "Come in."

He Mian opened the door, and the first thing he saw was the girl lying on the big pink bed playing with her phone without caring about her image.

She always dresses differently. Today, she tied her hair into two scorpion braids and wore a waist-hugging yellow daisy floral dress, which was fresh and bright. Her bare feet were casually draped over the edge of the bed. Her calves and rosy soles were very cute.

He Mian restrained himself and withdrew his gaze, "I'll take a look at the moisture problem."

Bai Yao said "Oh" and responded perfunctorily, not even looking at him straight in the eye.

He Mian walked to the corner in silence and squatted down, putting out all the tools. He was very skilled in dealing with mold caused by moisture. He could handle such a small corner in a very short time, but today he was a little slow.

Not long after, he heard movement behind him.

The girl climbed up from the bed, got out of bed again, and walked behind him.

He Mian couldn't help but hold her breath, feeling uneasy and a little expectant.

But Bai Yao just took the snacks on the table, then she walked to the lazy sofa and sat down, curled up in the sofa, feeling the comfort of being wrapped in softness, and eating comfortably while browsing her phone.

Aunt Fang made macarons for dessert today. Bai Yao just casually said yesterday that she wanted to eat biscuits, but she didn't expect Aunt Fang to make them today by following the method in the video.

He Mian listened to the "crunching" sound of biscuits being chewed behind her. She was the one who usually blocked out the outside world and concentrated on doing her own things, but she was often absent-minded.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Bai Yao, who had finished eating the biscuits, finally spoke, "How long will it take you?"

From her tone, she seemed to hope that he would finish his work quickly and leave.

"About ten minutes." He Mian answered calmly, staring at the mold on the ground, and he said, "Maybe Miss Bai can change rooms, maybe there won't be a problem of moisture."

"I like to be content with the status quo and don't want to change rooms." Bai Yao originally chose this room because it had a large balcony with good lighting. If she felt bored, she could sit on the balcony and enjoy the breeze.

He Mian didn't say anything more. From the beginning, this room gave him a very bad feeling.

Bai Yao received a call. She didn't know what the person on the other end said. She replied: "I don't plan to live in the dormitory. I feel that I am more self-centered. If I live in the dormitory with my classmates, we will probably have conflicts often. My parents also agreed. They said I can rent a house outside the school."

After a while, she said: "Yes, they have found a house for me. I heard it is very safe. Once the house over there is ready, I will probably go home less often."

She hugged her knees and complained, "After all, this place is really far from the city. My parents are very busy at work and have no one to accompany me. They also said that they will visit me at school when they have time, so I don't need to run back and forth."

He Mian didn't hold the tools in his hand firmly and dropped them to the ground.

Bai Yao asked, "Are you okay?"

He Mian answered, "Nothing," without even looking up.

Bai Yao then said to the person on the phone, "I was just talking to the workers at home. Okay, I understand. When you have time in a few days, we'll make an appointment to go shopping together." He Mian's

eyebrows were drooping, and his black hair covered his eyes, casting a shadow under his eyes, like thick ink that could not be dissolved, messing him up from the inside out.

Bai Yao hung up the phone not long after talking.

Coincidentally, he had also finished his work, put away his things, and turned around to walk out with his bag. At the same time, he finally saw Bai Yao lazily lying on the sofa.

She casually clicked on a novel, with a lazy and casual attitude. After controlling other people's emotions in her hands and playing with them randomly, she can still enjoy life here as if nothing happened.

There is absolutely no woman in the world more hateful than her.

Bai Yao noticed his gaze slowly, raised her eyes, and asked: "What's the matter?"

He Mian didn't say anything.

He has a particularly stubborn personality. If possible, he can definitely be alone until the end of time.

Bai Yao was impatient, she was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, and got up to go back to bed to lie down. When they passed by, He Mian grabbed her arm.

Bai Yao turned around to look at him.

The silence was still spreading.

He tensed up, like a stone tangled in self-entanglement, cold and hard.

Just then, Bai Yu's voice came from outside, "Yaoyao, I brought you a cake."

Bai Yu saw that the bedroom door was not closed, so he walked in directly. Strangely, there was no one in the room.

He guessed that his daughter had gone to play somewhere else, so he put the cake on the table. Seeing the mess in the room, he sighed like an old mother: "A child this old doesn't know how to tidy up the room."

Bai Yu walked to the bed and made the messy quilt neatly.

It was a large wooden closet, but after two people squeezed in, it seemed very crowded, especially when hearing the movements of the elders outside, the temperature inexplicably rose a lot in the small and dim space.

He Mian was afraid of dirtying her clothes, and even more afraid of dirtying her. He tried to shrink into the corner and tried to stay away from her, but there was only so much space here, and he couldn't retreat anywhere.

Bai Yao was staring at him with interest.

Neither of them understood why they chose to hide in the closet when Bai Yu was about to come in. There was obviously nothing going on between them, but they were afraid that others would find out that there was something going on.

He Mian was tall, and he looked really pitiful as he bent his long legs and lowered his body.

Bai Yao suddenly moved forward, and the moment she raised her face, she touched the corner of his lips.

It was a very brief touch, like a dragonfly touching the water, and it was gone in an instant, but it made him freeze.

She said in a very soft voice: "I like you, what about you?"

All his rationality suddenly broke down. Even if she was just using him to kill time and playing with him casually, so what?

This might be the only chance he had in his life.

Bai Yao didn't wait for an answer. She was feeling disappointed when a pair of rough hands suddenly held her face. The boy came with the heat of youth and found her lips. With the courage of a desperate situation, he kissed her sloppily with her cooperation and indulgence. He

imitated the dream and penetrated the deepest part. He tasted the sweetness of macarons, entangled with all her breath, and lost the rhythm with her breathing.

Bai Yu made the bed and sorted out the scattered small things on the desk. He sighed, "This girl is really troublesome. I don't know where she went to play again."

Because she had "gotten lost" before, Bai Yu was worried, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Yao's mobile phone. The next moment, a "ding dong" sound rang faintly in the room.

The boy and girl hiding in the closet were stunned. The two of them put their lips together and looked at each other.

Bai Yu looked at the closet in the direction of the sound, frowned slightly, and showed doubt.

Aunt Fang called downstairs: "Mr. Bai, I saw Mrs. Bai's bag is still on the sofa. It should be okay if I didn't take it with me, right?"

Bai Yu heard it and ran out quickly, "Hurry up and give me the bag!"

He closed the door and the room was instantly quiet.

In the closet, the two people who held their breath finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Reason slowly returned, and He Mian let go of Bai Yao in annoyance, but Bai Yao didn't give him time to regret it. She pressed her body over, got close to his arms, and bit the corner of his lips.

He Mian felt a pain, and his heartbeat lost its steady rhythm with the pain. His jawline was tense, and his Adam's apple was rolling. He slightly opened his lips and pressed them against hers. He held her waist and pressed her into his strong arms again and again, and once again broke in and entangled her tongue.

Bai Yao felt his hot body, and there seemed to be laughter.

The boy blushed, and pressed her under him shyly and annoyedly, plundering her breath more fiercely, not letting her have any chance to laugh at him.