five minutes later.
Xianbei walked back to the room with his slippers on, then thumped and slumped back to his chair.
Looking at the monitor with a black screen on standby, Xianbei frowned, a little sad and a little remorseful.
Was her move just now too much
At the moment when her face was extremely hot, she subconsciously pushed the door panel back desperately, just like that...
closed, closed...
With a bang, the speed is so fast that one can feel a gust of wind in the air.
Xian Bei lowered his eyelids, spread his palms, and looked desperate.
:-(…
I don't know where the power comes from...
I don't know if the other party is angry or not...
Anyway, after she closed the door without thinking, there was no movement outside.
After a long time, when the heat on her cheeks subsided, she got close to the cat's eye and looked out secretly.
The corridor was empty, as if no one had ever come.
Thinking of this, Senbei scratched his head.
No way, absolutely no way, she was so afraid of this kind of problem.
Once the approval is given, it is equivalent to handing the pass card to others, which also means that it will consume my future expectations.
like...
It's like establishing a relationship. Behind this relationship, there must be huge, complicated, troublesome, detailed, and many things that she needs to deal with.
Step into the unknown forest, is the road ahead a flower or a marsh
Don't even think about it.
However, the person who mentioned it first was obviously her.
So, why did she ask the exit.
Her reaction was completely inconsistent.
Does that person feel that he is very precise
How to do
Xianbei was so anxious that the circles of his eyes were red, and his heart was as sour as he had thrown into lemonade.
After thinking about it, she could only find one person for help.
Xianbei flashed the screen, pulled down the button, and found the editor Yuanyuan.
She was cracking her keyboard, which was much easier to type than to speak face-to-face.
Senbei: Yuanyuan, are you there...
Yuanyuan: Speak.
Senbei: I seem to have done something wrong...
Yuanyuan: Did the onmyoji fail to fix a draft for a day
Senbei: ... No...
Yuanyuan: What is that? I can't think of a more serious bug for now.
So, Xianbei sorted out the wording for nearly ten minutes and deleted it.
It was only 1510, so I told Yuanyuan what happened at noon.
Finally, it ends with the sentence "What am I going to do next to help TAT".
Yuanyuan: I almost fell asleep when I touched him.
Yuanyuan: Wait, let me see.
Senbei: Good.
Xianbei breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and unconsciously squeezed his left hand into the palm of his right hand.
Wet and sweaty.
Xianbei was startled, reached out and pulled out a tissue, rubbed it dry, and then touched the mouse.
... the mouse is also slippery, it must be sweaty palms...
His face was inexplicably hot again, and Xianbei took out another one and wiped the mouse lightly...
on the screen.
Yuanyuan has responded with a message, her focus is off the Milky Way—
"Is the milk tea delivery guy handsome?"
Crackers:…
Senbei: Why do you ask that
Yuanyuan: This determines how I will answer you later.
Xianbei thought for a moment: very temperamental, very gentle, different from ordinary people.
Yuanyuan: Can you just say handsome or not
Xianbei pointed to Zen, and slowly kowtowed: "He's handsome...
After sending it out, she quickly looked left and right, as if the client was standing beside her, and this answer could also be seen by him, subtle and shameful.
Yuanyuan: Then let me tell you straight, you are going too far.
Yuanyuan: Someone gave you a free drink and asked you to evaluate it. You drew anthropomorphic feedback, and there is no problem here.
Yuanyuan: But you asked people later if he gave them all in the future, a bit like that...
"Do you understand what it means to express your affection for him?"
"Is it all delivered by you in the future = I hope it will be delivered by you in the future."
This sentence was like a thunderclap on the ground, causing Xianbei to be in a trance.
Yuanyuan's news is still bubbling out.
"If you don't want the other party to send it at all, you don't even want to ask."
"You will only complain impatiently in your heart, and it won't be all from him in the future."
Is that so
The computer screen has probably become a radiator, and Xianbei's whole face is warm, staring at the dialog box with the editor without blinking:
"It's a good thing, you have someone you want to make friends with."
Yuanyuan is still publishing a long speech:
"But you closed the door the next moment??"
"However, there is still a chance to remedy, that is to take the initiative to apologize."
"He delivered food to you, you should have contact information. Send a text message and sincerely apologize to him."
"As for why he didn't answer directly, but pushed the question back..."
"I think he may be shy, and I'm embarrassed to say that he wants to come too."
"Look at how patient he is with you. Who wants to communicate with someone who can speak through the door. It's very strange, okay, you were passing notes in class when you were a middle school student?"
"By the way, how old is he?"
Is it her turn to speak
Xianbei hurriedly touched the number keys: more than 30...
After thinking about it, I added three words: looks.
Enter.
Yuanyuan is very surprised:
"So old!"
"I still think I'm a young and beautiful takeaway brother, but it turns out to be an old uncle?"
Xianbei pursed her lips and said nothing.
"That's definitely not shy."
Senbei asked in a low voice, what was that.
"Deliberately flirting with you!!!" Yuanyuan expressed her emotions with three exclamation marks in succession.
—
That night, after taking a shower, Chen Zhuo rubbed his wet hair and put the bath towel on his head.
Just as he was about to open the door and walk out of the bathroom, the man stopped his hand, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the doorknob he was holding.
Thinking of noon, he also touched a somewhat similar handle like this.
Because of bad tastes, and some impulses that I can't fully understand.
Just like at the supermarket that night.
It's my fault for having a closed door.
Chen Zhuo sighed and chuckled lightly.
Ending the memory, Chen Zhuo walked back to the bedroom.
He picked up the mobile phone from the desk, turned it on, and saw a text message reminder.
When he clicked on it, Chen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment. The sender was "Ms. Xian".
The content is not long, three paragraphs, you can read it at a glance:
"I'm sorry, I didn't close the door like that on purpose, I'm very sorry [kneeling"
Can't help but laugh, Chen Zhuo read the text message again, and the curvature of his lips rose.
He pulled the towel off his head, lowered his hand, and sighed secretly.
Chen Zhuo, Chen Zhuo, how many times have you asked your little guest, Little God, to kneel for you in just a few days.
The man casually put the bath towel on the back of the log chair and stopped by the window.
Behind the curtain, the square lights are shining brightly.
After pondering for a few seconds, Chen Zhuo raised his hand and directly clicked to open the text message reply bar.
—
At the same moment, Senbei held the phone between his hands.
Anxiously circling the room, circle, circle, circle.
She is racing, and her heart is a formidable opponent.
See if it jumps fast, or if she walks fast.
When the hand touches the lips and the front teeth hit the knuckles, there will be slight pain, it seems that this can relieve the tension.
For a text message of less than 20 characters, the process of simply moving the thumb and pressing and sending it took half an hour of Xianbei's effort.
Really great decision.
Soon, the mobile phone, which was propped up like a Buddha, vibrated.
It's a short message reminder!
Xianbei lay back on the table in relief.
Ahhh.
After rubbing her arm to vent her emotions, she turned her head to the side, held her breath, and opened the message, one word after another, and read down:
"sorry."
Eh
Xianbei was stunned, her eyes widened.
She subconsciously lifted her eyelids and glanced at the upper right corner, saying that she was the one who was sorry, shouldn't she have replied "it's okay"...
No, no, Xianbei immediately denied herself, and she didn't have to forgive her, it didn't matter if she didn't...
It really doesn't matter...
The phone suddenly vibrated again, so shocked that Xianbei almost let go.
"scared you?"
What
Was it something that happened during the day, or was he just apologizing for no reason
I have to sweat again on the back, I don't understand it at all, is it still time to ask Yuanyuan now
But she seems to be off work.
But the next moment, following the text message that popped up, I learned her apologetic tone and gave her a clear answer:
"I'm very sorry, I asked that on purpose because I want to see you tomorrow."