Chapter 62: Extra | If the canned pineapple is expired, maybe we should let it go.
After Ruan Tang left, everything seemed to have changed.
When Feng Xue returned home, Tiantian didn't come out to greet him. He rushed into the living room in a hurry without even changing his shoes. He found Tiantian squatting on the windowsill wagging her tail. She looked back at him, and then glanced at the carefree little pig humming in the other corner. Her eyes became even more resentful.
After finishing his work, he lay on the sofa that still smelled of her body lotion and finished watching "Chungking Express", which they had left halfway through the night before. When he heard the line "After she left, many things in the house were very sad. Every night I have to comfort them before they can fall asleep," Feng Xue realized that it was completely dark. When he went to the bathroom, he casually took a picture of the light pink towel next to his bath towel, and then took a picture of Tiantian lazily lying on the sofa, with the little pig curled up in the corner, and sent them to Ruan Tang on WeChat, saying: They all miss you very much.
There was also a low-fat, low-calorie healthy meal in the refrigerator that he had prepared for Ruan Tang. Feng Xue slowly took out a box and opened a can for Tiantian.
In the past, before every meal, he would prepare a fresh sauce based on the flavor Ruan Tang wanted that day, but today he was not in the mood, so he sat down at the table and started eating with the taste of canned tuna cat food.
Only then did I realize that healthy meals would be tasteless without sauce.
Halfway through the meal, there was a knock on the door. Feng Xue almost jumped up from her chair. Tiantian, who was squatting on the dining table eating canned food, was startled by the knock.
But he soon realized that the happy ending plot where the heroine changes her mind and returns to the hero at the last second before boarding the plane basically only exists in dramas, and the air ticket to Milan costs tens of thousands of yuan.
Wu Jiahao walked in dragging a 20-inch suitcase. When he saw the salad on the table, he said quietly: I thought I could eat better if I stayed at your place.
Feng Xue frowned as he looked at his suitcase and asked: Do you owe anyone money?
"How is that possible?" Wu Jiahao shook his head and sighed, "It's just bad fate, it's all bad fate. It just so happens that you live alone now, so I'll stay at your place for the next few days to avoid the limelight."
This sentence was like a basin of cold water filled with ice poured down on Feng Xue's face.
Before he could come to his senses, Wu Jiahao was carrying a suitcase and walking towards the guest bedroom as if he was at home.
"Hey...wait a minute..."
Feng Xue stepped forward to block his way, hesitated for a moment, and said: We... I... live in this room now, how about you sleep in that one?
He pointed to the master bedroom diagonally opposite. After saying this, both of them fell silent. Feng Xue suddenly realized that that was the room he and Sun Yihan used to live in, and Wu Jiahao might care.
"Actually, I also like sleeping on the sofa. I always sleep on the sofa when I'm at home..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sound of entering a password outside the door. Jia Yingjun opened the door and met the two people standing in the aisle.
Feng Xue pressed his solar plexus helplessly and asked: Brother, are you drunk and have come to the wrong house?
When Jia Yingjun saw Wu Jiahao, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his expression became a little unnatural as he said: I was upset, so I thought of coming to have a drink with you.
"Then you can't just go back to your own home, right?"
"Anyway, Ruan Tang is gone, so there's nothing to be shy about."
Why does the whole world want to poke him in the heart?
"Why don't we go take a shower?" Wu Jiahao suddenly raised his head and suggested to the two of them. Seeing that they were staring at him with wide eyes, he quickly waved his hand to explain: I mean, taking a hot spring bath and sweating is better than drinking, right?
While driving, Jia Yingjun said to Feng Xue, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Let's go to the restaurant we used to go to often." After he said that, he suddenly realized that Wu Jiahao was still sitting in the back seat, so he stopped talking in a bad mood.
"Yes, that place is really good. We wanted to invite you to go there before." Wu Jiahao said.
Jia Yingjun wanted to complain, "Who are you talking to us?", but he felt that it would seem childish, so he stopped talking.
Calculating Ruan Tang's flight time in his mind, Feng Xue always felt uninterested. He quickly took a shower and went to the locker room wrapped in a bathrobe to get his mobile phone to check the time.
Wu Jiahao followed him back to the locker room. Seeing him following, Feng Xue hurriedly put her cell phone into the pocket of her bathrobe, picked up the hair dryer and started blowing her hair.
Wu Jiahao didn't expose it. He took out a black toiletry bag and arranged the bottles and jars inside in order on the marble countertop.
"What are you doing?"
"If you blow-dry your hair after a shower without doing basic skin care, it can easily damage your skin, causing it to lose moisture and nutrients, leading to dryness and aging. Simply put, this means you're more likely to develop wrinkles and age faster."
"All of this... has to be applied to the face?"
Wu Jiahao shook his head seriously and explained: Of course not, there are also products specifically for neck care and relieving neck wrinkles. You see, we look down at our phones and computers every day, and incorrect sleeping postures will cause neck wrinkles to worsen.
Feng Xue couldn't help but laugh, and reached out to touch Wu Jiahao's neck. He covered his neck and jumped back nimbly, saying, "What are you doing? I can't even see the wrinkles on my neck without looking carefully. No need to touch."
"I wanted to see if your Adam's apple was still there."
Wu Jiahao remained calm and collected. He took out one of the small white jars and handed it to him, saying, "Your concept is completely wrong. Skincare isn't a woman's privilege. As a formulator, my job is to ensure everyone has healthy skin. In your teens and twenties, you rely on innate qualities, but in your thirties, if you want to outrun time, you have to rely on hard work. Do you understand? Look at you. You were exposed to the sun and wind every day before, and now your skin looks at least five years older than your actual age."
"No, even if you are in this line of work, it's a bit exaggerated, right? You don't have to go out with an umbrella in the summer, do you?" Feng Xue said this, but still took the small jar, opened it, scooped out a piece, and applied it on his neck.
Wu Jiahao replied while patting essence on his face: Of course, ultraviolet rays are the most harmful to the skin.
"You're so well-maintained. No wonder Jiang Li likes you. Sometimes I feel like you look like a student and there's not much of an age difference between you and her."
"It's not because of this!" Wu Jiahao retorted subconsciously, then he swallowed and whispered: Let's not mention it, otherwise Yingjun and I will really have to be friends.
"Jiahao, I seem to have a few pimples on my back recently. That salicylic acid lotion of yours..." Jia Yingjun walked in and shouted while wiping his hair. Halfway through his words, he seemed to remember that he was still angry with him, so he stopped talking and turned to the side to blow dry his hair.
Wu Jiahao stood there in silence for a moment, took out a small bottle from his toiletries bag, walked up to Jia Yingjun and put the bottle in his hand as if he was holding a grenade to blow up an enemy bunker, and said: I have tried my best to keep a distance from Jiang Li. You are planning to break up with me for her, right?
"Since ancient times, there's no such thing as a one-sided relationship between men and women. That girl is so persistent in wanting to be with you, it must be because you're emitting male hormones to her."
"Me? Male hormones? Xue'er just questioned whether I had an Adam's apple."
"I know you don't have much experience in relationships, but rejecting someone's feelings isn't like breaking up. You can't just unilaterally declare yourself out. You have to show your feelings with actual actions. Or why don't you find someone to date?"
"I don't have time to find someone else to pretend to date just to deal with her. You should solve the problem at the source. Do you know what the source is? It's finding a boyfriend for Jiang Li."
"What do you mean? You don't like the girl our family has spoiled so much, right?"
"Brother, what do you want me to do?"
"If you like her, at least show me your attitude! What kind of man is it to be a coward?"
…
Feng Xue listened to the two people's elementary school bickering, sighed helplessly, picked up a small bottle of face cream from his toiletry bag and applied it on his face.
"That's the new hair removal cream I want to try!"
Feng Xue had just applied the white paste on his face when he heard Wu Jiahao yelling behind him.
In the early morning, Feng Xue was wearing a baseball cap when he was video chatting with Ruan Tang. The focus of their conversation naturally focused on his strange behavior. Feng Xue touched his bald eyebrows, hurriedly told Ruan Tang to take care of herself, and then logged off.
He returned to the living room, walked over to the sofa, woke Wu Jiahao up, and asked, "Can you draw eyebrows? Teach me?"
Wu Jiahao rubbed his sleepy eyes and said unhappily, "I'm a skincare researcher. Although we also have a makeup line, I'm only responsible for product performance and user experience..."
"Alright, alright, go to sleep."
The next day, Feng Xue and Sun Yihan made an appointment to take Congcong to the autism intervention institution introduced by Ruan Tang. At the end, Feng Xue hugged Congcong and asked: Let's have dinner together?
Sun Yihan hesitated for a while, looked at Congcong and smiled: Why don’t we go to your house for dinner? It feels like I haven’t eaten your cooking for a long time.
Feng Xue was stunned and hesitated for a moment before nodding.
He found an excuse to get Wu Jiahao away and took Sun Yihan and Congcong back to their former home.
This time, Feng Xue finally had the chance to use up most of the food in the refrigerator. He had learned a lot of Sichuan cuisine during the years they were together. Ruan Tang once joked that you are a northerner, how can you cook Sichuan cuisine so well.
Congcong can't eat spicy food, so Feng Xue made him braised pork ribs and winter melon soup. The two of them took care of Congcong until he fell asleep after lunch before sitting down at the dining table. Most of the dishes on the table had already gone cold.
Feng Xue was busy heating up the food, but Sun Yihan waved her hand to signal him to sit down. She picked up a piece of pig intestines and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly for a few times. She smiled and said: It still tastes the same as before. I remember you can't eat spicy food. When I cooked these dishes before, you would cry because of the spiciness.
"It's much better now, probably because I cook it so often. Ruan Tang also likes the Sichuan cuisine I cook. By the way, if you like it..."
"How is it?" Sun Yihan looked up at Feng Xue's eyes, with a cool smile in his eyes.
"I can make some semi-finished products for you later." Feng Xue clattered her chopsticks.
Sun Yihan took a deep breath and smiled helplessly: You are still the same as before.
"ah?"
"Five years ago, you divorced me because of a sense of responsibility, and now you're entangled with me because of it again. Today, I asked you to come over for dinner. What would Miss Ruan think if she knew?"
"That's different." Feng Xue simply put down her chopsticks, rubbed her hands back and forth on her thighs, and suddenly felt that she didn't know where to look.
Sun Yihuan smiled and said: Don’t let a third person get hurt because of your sense of responsibility. I can see that you two have a good relationship.
"Yi Huan..."
"Feng Xue, I've almost finished dealing with my work. I plan to take Congcong back to Leshan. Actually, I mentioned this to Ruan Tang before, and she persuaded me to stay, saying that the medical conditions here are better. But after seeing those doctors today, I feel that his illness requires gradual recovery, and it has little to do with the level of medical care. I can spend more time with him after we go back. I will collect your child support, and you can visit him a few times a year. Other than that, I hope we can both clear each other out of each other's lives. This is good for you, me, and Ruan Tang."
Feng Xue lowered his head and pondered for a moment. After a long time, he slowly nodded and said: Congcong, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me.
"Okay." Sun Yihuan took another piece of pig intestine and put it into his mouth, showing the brightest smile since their reunion. "Your eyebrows are quite funny."
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