Chapter 8
To be honest, Xia Lanzheng didn't want to have too much contact with the protagonist. It would be better for her to be the adopted son of the Chu family. There was no need to think too hard and step into this muddy water.
The lamb lying beside the bed suddenly raised its neck.
“Mee——”
Xia Lanzheng jumped out of bed and covered her mouth with her hands. "The person who hates you the most in the world is right next door. Do you want to destroy this family too?"
The lamb didn't understand and licked his palm.
Xia Lanzheng turned to another living thing in the room for help: "What do you say, should we refuse?"
“Mee——”
"go?"
Bao Bao stopped screaming and her eyes lit up in the darkness.
Xia Lanzheng was shocked. What a human-like sheep! Could it be that some unlucky person had entered the sheep's body?
"Go find Song Xinghuai."
Bao Bao stood up from the ground.
Xia Lanzheng pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go to the park."
The sheep's tail swung like a propeller, and with a kick of its legs, it jumped left and right across the room.
A ball of white, furry thing was jumping around the room like crazy.
Xia Lanzheng took great pains to get the sheep to stop, but she was kicked hard in the calf and broke out in a sweat.
Bao Bao simply understood "go" and "no go".
The lamb was tired of calling, so it lay back down on the custom-made luxury bed and fell silent.
Xia Lanzheng flung herself onto the bed, tucked into the soft blankets. Thinking back to the plot of the original book, he began to worry again. He was destined to be sleepless tonight.
With less than half a year left until the cruise party, he doesn't have much time to save himself.
Endless irritation swept through his brain. He scratched his hair and fell asleep.
The next day was a sunny day. Xia Lanzheng let Baobao out to eat grass and sat at the dining table in front of everyone.
"Zheng Zheng, did work go well yesterday?" Chu Lang didn't even listen to the news.
Seven dishes and one soup, all seven dishes were placed in front of Xia Lanzheng, like a grand welcoming banquet.
Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to look up: "It's fine, the people in the company take good care of me."
Chu Linchuan sat directly opposite, wearing a navy blue wide-shouldered jacket, and glanced at him indifferently.
Xia Lanzheng seemed to see a bicycle with several zeros dropped from the back, and felt more and more that Chu Linchuan's eyes were unfriendly. He buried his head in the bowl and pretended not to see it.
Yang Yuxiao kept picking up food for Xia Lanzheng: "If it's too hard, then don't do it. You seem to be losing weight."
Xia Lanzheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's only been a day, how could that be possible?"
Yang Yuxiao asked, "Do you still need to work today?"
Xia Lanzheng swallowed, feeling embarrassed to say that no one cared about her at the company. "Okay, let's go to the company after dinner."
Yang Yuxiao muttered something, but Chu Lang didn't say much and told him to work hard.
Bao Bao was brought in by the servant and jumped around Xia Lanzheng.
Xia Lanzheng was already exhausted, so she put down her chopsticks and bent down to wipe the lamb's feet with a wet towel.
Under the table, the drapey trouser leg moved. Chu Linchuan lifted his calf and swayed on his toes.
Then--
The force on the side of her leg was light, but Xia Lanzheng's legs were numb and she didn't recover yet, so she sat down on the ground with a thud.
Bao Bao was so startled that she stood up and crawled under the table.
Yang Yuxiao smiled and asked Chu Lang to bring her his cell phone so that she could take a lot of photos of Xia Lanzheng.
“You kick…”
Xia Lanzheng stood up, rubbing her numb legs. Halfway through her words, she saw Chu Linchuan remained calm and swallowed her words back in a cowardly manner.
He almost forgot that this person is now his creditor.
Chu Linchuan wiped his lips: "You guys had a party in the room last night?"
"No," Xia Lanzheng faced Chu Linchuan's evil smile, "You had a nightmare, right? Why don't you go see a sleep specialist?"
Chu Linchuan looked at him with interest and didn't continue.
Xia Lanzheng gave up the eye-irritating aesthetic and wore a mint green shirt over a pure white short-sleeved shirt.
There are no prints or big logos, it looks clean and refreshing.
His face was rosy and he looked in good spirits, especially his mouth, which had not completely subsided.
He frowned in what he thought was a vicious look, but he looked like an easy target.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Xia Lanzheng isn’t as annoying as before when she does something stupid.
On the contrary, it is like this fluffy sheep. When frightened, it will tremble all over, be stunned for a few seconds, and then flutter around.
After breakfast, Chu Lang went to the company. Yang Yuxiao was a retired pianist who went out to teach students.
Xia Lanzheng saw the two off and coaxed Bao Bao into putting on the leash at the door.
His head felt heavy and Chu Linchuan placed the briefcase on it.
"Where are you going?" Chu Linchuan asked while changing his shoes.
Xia Lanzheng ruffled her hair twice and said, "Go to work."
"Go to work?" Chu Linchuan repeated slowly, dragging his voice, "Take the sheep to work?"
Xia Lanzheng gritted her teeth: "Yes, I have separation anxiety."
Chu Linchuan raised his eyebrows and pointed at the corner of Xia Lanzheng's mouth: "Here, there are bread crumbs."
Xia Lanzheng pushed him away: "I know, please go."
He felt more and more that Chu Linchuan was a weird person. Didn’t he warn him to stay away from him in the bathroom that day?
The concern that was accidentally revealed is true, but the attitude of disgust is also real.
Xia Lanzheng couldn't figure it out, so she tied the leash to the door handle and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
There is no part that is not wiped clean, such a white face.
Xia Lanzheng was a little angry. She found Chu Linchuan’s WeChat and changed the note to: Chu Linchuan (evil version)
*
Xia Lanzheng is used to leaving room for maneuver in everything she does.
Do your best in everything you do, but never push yourself into a desperate situation.
Song Xinghuai could be his retreat in this world, provided they had a good relationship, preferably becoming friends.
After figuring this out, he checked the bottles, diaper pads, and fodder in his bag, then walked towards the coffee shop with his bag.
There are few people in the coffee shop on weekdays. The interior is clean and tidy, and the walls are painted green-brown, like a piece of mint chocolate.
There were two baristas standing at the bar, and Xia Lanzheng recognized Song Xinghuai at a glance.
The reason is simple. As the protagonist, he has an outstanding temperament and it is hard not to recognize him.
"Brother Xia!" Song Xinghuai stopped wiping the cup and smiled with his eyes curved. "I thought you wouldn't come back."
Another barista said "Huh" and asked with a grin, "Xiao Song, is this handsome guy your friend?"
Song Xinghuai glanced at Xia Lanzheng and said, "Yes, my friend."
Xia Lanzheng's social anxiety and trendsetter phobia kicked in simultaneously. Someone was working in the coffee shop, so he whispered, "Am I disturbing you?"
"Why, brother, what would you like to drink?"
"Do you have any recommendations?"
"Mint chocolate latte?" Song Xinghuai suddenly leaned closer. "Your outfit today matches this drink."
Xia Lanzheng smelled a strong aroma of coffee, and then realized that Song Xinghuai was actually a few centimeters taller than him: "...Okay."
In my imagination, Song Xinghuai is fair and clean, with a non-aggressive face, who can arouse people's desire to protect him just by standing there.
But in reality, when he's not smiling, his eyes are as bright as a mirror. He's clearly a sunny guy, and he has nothing to do with protectiveness.
The refreshing mint chocolate was placed on the bar. Xia Lanzheng came to her senses and asked how much it cost, but Song Xinghuai said he would not accept anything.
"Hey," Xia Lanzheng asked, feeling apologetic, pointing to the display case, "Can you get a commission for selling these things?"
Song Xinghuai smiled and said, "Yes, but the coffee cups in the store are not very good-looking, and no one buys them."
"I'll buy it," Xia Lanzheng said. "I want four."
Song Xinghuai has a seriously ill younger brother who works part-time jobs everywhere because he is short of money. His muscles are developed from moving goods.
In the original book, he was a bit miserable, but he was not a silly fool nor was he lovesick.
He made full use of the resources around him and combined with his own good abilities, he eventually became a well-known actor.
Some readers called Song Xinghuai a gold digger, but Xia Lanzheng thought he was quite smart.
Perhaps because his experience was similar to Song Xinghuai's, he knew that this was not easy.
The nicer Song Xinghuai treated him, the more upset he felt.
I always feel like I'm taking advantage of him.
Xia Lanzheng turned her back to choose a cup and didn't notice that Song Xinghuai's expression changed.
"I brought a bag, just put it in it." Xia Lanzheng opened her backpack.
Song Xinghuai lowered his head and saw the milk bottles and diaper pad inside. He hesitated for a rare moment and said, "Xiao Xia, do you have a child?"
"No," Xia Lanzheng pushed open the door of the coffee shop, "I brought my pet with me today."
Song Xinghuai limped to see him off. Baobao came up, sniffed, and began to chew Song Xinghuai's apron.
"So cute," Song Xinghuai took a step back. "Brother, this is the first time I've seen someone raising sheep. Can I take a picture?"
Xia Lanzheng sucked on the straw and said vaguely, "Sure."
With a "click", Xia Lanzheng and Bao Bao appeared in the camera together, with two pairs of equally confused eyes.
Song Xinghuai took out a keychain and said, "This is a custom-made peripheral by the boss. It's quite cute. Brother Xia, I'll give one to you."
"Thank you," Xia Lanzheng took it and hung up her backpack. "I'm leaving now. See you next time."
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the sunlight fell on his back. He jumped twice and stepped on the light spot on the other side.
The white velvety lamb also jumped along.
Song Xinghuai took a few glances and lowered his head. The young man on the screen had red lips and was gently biting the straw.
At first glance, he is obviously a well-protected young master, who exudes kindness that has nowhere to go.
After a moment of silence, Song Xinghuai's face turned cold and he threw the photo into a collection: Observation Object.
There are a few more photos in the album.
One of the photos revealed a logo: Wanyuan.
*
It’s good to get some sun, it’s good to get some caffeine, and it’s also good to take the lambs out for a walk.
Xia Lanzheng took a deep sip of coffee and unilaterally declared that he was the happiest person in the world at that moment.
My phone kept vibrating. It was a group chat called "Love Each Other".
"Mom: Zheng Zheng hasn't come home yet? How's work going?"
Sure enough, telling one lie requires countless lies to cover it up.
"X: Yeah, I'm still working."
"Mom: [Thumbs up]"
"Dad: [Thumbs up]"
"Chu Linyu: [Thumbs up]"
Xia Lanzheng stood in the center of the square as bells rang and white doves flapped their wings and took off. Amidst the countless flapping sounds, someone sent a new message.
"Chu Linchuan (evil version): Haha."
Xia Lanzheng looked closely, but before she could read it carefully, the message was withdrawn.
"Chu Linchuan (evil version): [Thumbs up]"
Xia Lanzheng: …………
I always feel that this person is being sarcastic.
Xia Lanzheng, who was "at work", couldn't go home, so she had to hold her bag and pretend to go to work in the square.
I patted my trouser legs and was about to sit down when a man in black rushed past me.
The white dove was startled and flew away with a "clatter", leaving a white shadow. The fallen leaves were stepped on with a crackling sound, and a few withered yellow leaves swirled around my feet.
The man was short and strong, and he smelled of sweat.
He bumped into Xia Lanzheng's shoulder without slowing down. He looked back twice and held the thing in his arm tighter.
Xia Lanzheng felt something was wrong. What the hell was going on?
Someone bumped into my other shoulder again, blocking most of the sunlight above my head, and I could hear the sound of rapid breathing.
The man had jet-black hair, bangs covering his upper eyelids, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He wore a white mask and, despite the slightly sweltering heat, a turtleneck sweater.
Xia Lanzheng was grabbed by the wrist and paused.
"Don't worry, I'll call the police for you..."
He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets, took them out quickly two seconds later, and rummaged through his backpack.
Where's his phone? Where's his phone?
Xia Lanzheng's heart rate also increased: "Please call the police for me."
The man blinked twice and spoke slowly.
"My cell phone is in the bag, too."
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