"Hehe, who can blame me for having such great charm?"
Yu Mobai heard many things he had never heard before tonight, and he was in a wonderful mood. "You see, this is the difference between a simp and me. When you make an effort, you must get a response from the other person."
"Oh, poor wooden comb."
Feng Linhao said slowly, "After all she gave, all she got was a scumbag."
"Go to hell."
Yu Mobai laughed and cursed. Just as the two were chatting happily, someone walked over from not far away.
Ji Mushu walked from the hotel to the parking lot, holding an umbrella.
"See? I was right."
Yu Mobai pointed at the figure, "Wasn't the wooden comb coming after all?"
Feng Linhao remained silent.
Winter, winter, winter.
Ji Mushu bent down and knocked on the car window.
Yu Mobai unlocked the car. "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried you'll catch a cold and won't be able to drive back to the county town tomorrow."
Ji Mushu, with a serious expression, first glanced around the car, then took out a kettle and two cups from a large bag. "There are two packs of instant noodles. After eating them, you won't be too tired to drive tomorrow morning."
That's right, that's very much like Ji Mushu.
"Okay, yawn!"
Yu Mobai deliberately sneezed loudly, which startled Feng Linhao. He thought to himself, "This bastard didn't sneeze once in the car, but he starts acting up as soon as someone comes in."
"You have a cold?"
Ji Mushu wrinkled her nose. "Why don't you go back and take a shower and change into dry clothes? Otherwise, how will you drive tomorrow morning?"
"Alright."
Yu Mobai raised an eyebrow; Ji Mushu had given him a reasonable excuse.
"Where's the mouse?"
Ji Mushu asked again.
Yu Mobai pressed him back down as he tried to straighten up. "He's not wet, so he doesn't need to."
Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, Feng Linhao could only nod, "I won't use the wooden comb, let Mo Bai do it."
"Oh well."
Ji Mushu walked to the driver's seat, opened the door to shield herself from the rain, and said, "Let's go."
Yu Mobai opened the car door with a grin and got out. He put one arm around Ji Mushu's waist and said in a coquettish tone, "This umbrella is too small. If we stand closer together, we won't get wet."
"Hmph, don't touch me like that. I wouldn't have come down if I wasn't worried you'd catch a cold and not be able to go home tomorrow."
Feng Linhao watched the two of them walk into the hotel with envy from the car.
Does not being a jerk mean you can't find a partner?
He seemed a little confused...
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