"Good offer."
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then pressed his hands on his chest, forced a very standard smile, gritted his teeth and asked, "Then why do you think I don't wear it?"
Fu Zhihuan glanced down at the innocent-looking earl sitting next to him, and came to his senses.
He turned around, bent down to pick up the car keys on the coffee table, raised his hand to fasten the collar he had just untied, and asked softly, "Do you need help with something? I'm going out to buy Earl's cat litter."
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized: "Then help me bring a set of pajamas back."
Speaking of this, she paused, frowned and thought about it: "By the way, I want the color of cherry blossom pink for pajamas... It's the kind that looks like white, but with a pinkish feel, don't Too pink, want that kind of faint pink."
"..."
Fu Zhihuan paused when he opened the door. He turned around and listened to Wen Ruan explaining the whole thing, only to feel his temples throbbing and the word "fan" in his head.
The initial patience gradually turned into impatience.
Wen Ruan said to himself, then suddenly thought of something, and clapped his hands: "By the way, I'm a bit picky about the fabric of pajamas, I want that kind of..."
Fu Zhihuan interrupted: "Five minutes."
"ah?"
"I'll wait for you for five minutes, get dressed and go out to buy." Fu Zhihuan said, looking down at his watch, and said slowly, "Otherwise, you can choose to spend the night in that pajamas."
Wen Ruan: "..."
What a ruthless man.
Wen Ruan stood in front of the bedding section of the supermarket, staring at the row of pajamas sealed in packaging bags, feeling a little complicated.
She picked up one of them tentatively, glanced at the price—
41.7 yuan.
Is this product that looks very much like disposable pajamas really okay
Wen Ruan took a deep breath. According to her memory of visiting the mall in the morning, if she took the elevator up to the third floor from here, there would be a MANITO store.
But in this way, Fu Zhihuan will definitely find out that he is pretending to be poor.
She gritted her teeth.
No matter what, it will have to last for a week, and there should be no problem if it is just for one night, and it will be replaced secretly tomorrow.
So Wen Ruan closed his eyes and threw the set of pajamas into the shopping cart.
This may be dedicating yourself to love.
She was so moved by herself that she turned around pushing the shopping cart, ready to go to the cashier to meet Fu Zhihuan.
But before he took a few steps, the shopping cart slammed into a stop.
Wen Ruan frowned, and found that his car was blocked by a shopping cart in front, and the wheels were also staggered and stuck together.
She took a step back patiently, turned the front of the car slightly to the left, and prepared to leave on the other side of the aisle.
And the shopping cart in front of her seemed to deliberately oppose her, and suddenly turned the front of the cart, blocking Wen Ruan again.
"boom"
Two shopping carts collided and their contents were shaken off.
Wen Ruan realized that the person in front of him was doing it on purpose, so he raised his head slightly angrily, and caught a glimpse of a yellow-haired man standing in front of him.
The yellow-haired man rolled up his sleeves on both sides to his shoulders, exposing his full arms, and wore earrings on his earlobes.
At this moment, he squinted his eyes lightly, and the corners of his mouth were still drawn up. The expression on his face was as if the words "I'm a gangster" were written on his face arrogantly.
Wen Ruan hadn't spoken yet, but Huang Mao raised his chin at her first, with a somewhat unserious tone: "Miss Sister, this is the first time I see you here."
Very corny beginning.
In addition, the yellow hair in front of him is still very young, like a kid who has just turned twenty years old but insists on pretending to be old, with childishness written all over his body.
Wen Ruan suppressed the impatience in his tone: "Please let me go."
Huang Mao smiled, not only did not give way, but pushed the shopping cart further, and raised his eyebrows when he spoke: "Why are you so angry? Leave a contact information."
Looks like I feel pretty good about myself.
"Sorry, it's inconvenient." Wen Ruan was not interested in wasting more time with this bratty type.
But when she adjusted the direction of the front of the car and was about to leave, she was stopped by the yellow-haired shopping cart for the third time: "Why is it inconvenient? Why don't you save face? Miss sister, brother, I am very familiar with this area. In the future We can come out and play together."
elder brother
Wen Ruan narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the boy in front of him who looked like he had just graduated from high school, and his anger rose a little bit.
She suppressed her emotions again and again.
Surrounded by people coming and going, she didn't want to get angry here.
Wen Ruan raised his eyes, took a deep look at Huang Mao, and then laughed to himself. Raising his hand, he casually picked out a few condoms from the vending cabinet on the side, and threw them into the shopping cart.
"It's normal that I haven't seen me, because I just arrived here today and I'm going to spend the night at my boyfriend's house."
She put her hands on the cart, raised her eyebrows, and smiled: "You can also ask for my contact information, but my mobile phone is with my boyfriend, and he is right in front. If you want it so much, I will take you to find him." ?”
Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, touched his head, and said in disbelief, "Who are you lying to?"
"Wen Ruan."
And at this moment, a male voice suddenly came from not far away, like soaking in a moonlight-like cold spring, which made people tremble involuntarily.
Fu Zhihuan stood not far away, looking over here: "Didn't you choose?"
"I've chosen."
Wen Ruan yelled over there, then looked away, looked at Huang Mao in front of him with a smile, and made a gesture to push him along: "Let's go? I'll go with you to ask his opinion?"
Huang Mao glanced at Fu Zhihuan and took a few steps back.
Although the distance is far, it can be seen at a glance that Fu Zhihuan is more than a head taller than himself, and with that seemingly stern face, he is not easy to provoke.
His expression froze, then he pushed Wen Ruan's hand away, and quickly slipped away from the other end pushing the shopping cart.
How cowardly.
Wen Ruan glanced at the back of Huang Mao's hastily leaving, chuckled lightly, and then pushed the cart towards Fu Zhihuan.
Fu Zhihuan noticed the yellow hair just now, and he and Wen Ruan walked towards the cashier side by side, and asked casually, "That person just now?"
"Ask for directions." Wen Ruan didn't want to mention it.
At the cash register, because it is getting late now, there are not many people queuing up.
Most of the overtime workers are middle-aged women, who may be a little impatient because of a day's work.
When there were two people in line, the cashier glanced up at them and asked, "Pay together?"
Fu Zhihuan stood in front and did not deny it: "Yes."
Then he smoothly moved over Wen Ruan's shopping cart, and picked out her things from it—
Pajamas, shower gel, toilet paper, potato chips, cola, condoms.
"..."
condom
Fu Zhihuan paused holding the box of condoms, and instead of putting it on the cash register immediately, he half-closed his eyes, turned his head slowly, and gave Wen Ruan a questioning look.
Wen Ruan forgot about it after blasting Huang Mao away. Seeing Fu Zhihuan pick this thing out of the shopping cart with her own eyes, she felt a "buzz" in her head, and her face flushed instantly.
At this moment, her mind suddenly went blank, and only two words remained—
i.fuck.
"There are still people queuing up behind, do you want this thing?"
The cashier lady probably got a lot of pissed off today. Seeing that the two of them couldn't pick anything easily, she immediately became angry: "You are such a big person, why should you be shy about buying something? Bring it!"
As he said that, he took the condom from Fu Zhihuan without any explanation, scanned the barcode very quickly, and put it in the bag: "Okay, pay!"
Fu Zhihuan's eyelids twitched, and without saying a word, he handed out his mobile phone and scanned the payment code.
It was quiet on the way back.
Wen Ruan was sitting in the co-pilot. Although the air-conditioning was turned on in the car, she still felt as if she was about to suffer from heat stroke.
The key is that Fu Zhihuan next to him didn't ask anything, which made Wen Ruan even more embarrassed.
It's like the calm before the storm.
Wouldn't he suspect that he was plotting something wrong, and let him pack up and leave when he gets home later
The car was parked downstairs in the unit.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and immediately stood up and unfastened his seat belt, ready to open the door and slip away quickly.
But when he touched the door handle, he found that the door was locked.
Fu Zhihuan loosened his seat belt, but did not get out of the car in a hurry. He raised his hand, tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with his index finger, and said softly, "Don't forget to take your things with you first."
Wen Ruan's back stiffened.
Although Fu Zhihuan's words sounded like a reminder, in Wen Ruan's mouth, it was like a police interrogation of a prisoner, making people feel uneasy.
This may be called, some things can't be avoided anyway.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and then said, "That yellow hair just now."
"Um?"
"He kept pestering me for contact information. I felt a little annoying, so I took a condom and pretended that I had a boyfriend." Wen Ruan raised her hand and said righteously: "I absolutely love you." There was no conspiracy."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at Wen Ruan's serious expression, and let out a low laugh from his throat. He stretched out his hand and pressed the unlock button, and opened the car door, with a smile in his tone: "Get out of the car, kid."
In the end, the tone was slightly flat, but the low and hoarse ending still had a slight uptick: "Am I afraid that you will plot against me?"
It's like being scratched by a cat in the heart.
After a day of adaptation, Wen Ruan finally became somewhat immune to the big hormone maker in front of him, but in the end, he was teased by such a low-pitched sentence.
... She really wanted to plot something wrong.
After changing the cat litter, the Earl's mood was obviously happier than before.
Wen Ruan also took a shower, stretched, and was about to go back to her room to sleep.
But as soon as she entered the room, a strong smell rushed towards her. She looked closely at the sheets, and then remembered what she had been forgetting.
Pajamas are bought.
But the count smelled of the count on the sheets! !
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned around, walked to the door of Fu Zhihuan's room on slippers, raised her hand and knocked on the door.
There was no response from inside the door for a long time. When Wen Ruan was about to run out of patience waiting, the doorknob turned suddenly, and the door was pulled open from the inside.
Fu Zhihuan was wearing a loose bathrobe, the belt was loosely tied, the collar was slightly open, and there were drops of water running down the sexy mermaid line on his strong waist.
It looked like he was called out by Wen Ruan in the middle of the shower, and there were still some drops of water in his hair.
Fu Zhihuan put the towel on his neck, suppressing his impatience in his tone: "What's wrong?"
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