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I was carrying today's spoils, and as I walked I thought about Hu Ling's annoyed expression when she received the clothes.
It seems that as long as Hu Ling is unhappy, I will be very happy.
However, my happiness did not last long. When I was almost home, the mood that was influenced by Zhuo Yang had slowly calmed down.
What's the point of arguing with Hu Ling? The most critical mistake was not because of Hu Ling... We are all women, why should women embarrass women? There is no competition between Hu Ling and me, it's just that Zhuo Yang saw another cold joke.
Thinking about it, my heart slowly cooled down. God knows what I was crazy about, I actually threw the secondary card receipt signed by Zhuo Yang inside the clothes. I can imagine that Hu Ling will be furious when she receives the clothes, but what good will that do me.
Based on Hu Ling's intelligence, he should find ways to take revenge on me.
Thinking of the situation where I was pinned down under Hu Ling, with tears and snot streaming down my face and still having to call her queen, I couldn't help but shudder.
I wonder if I have done something very bad.
"Yueyue..."
I shivered all the way home, and I shivered violently when I arrived at the door.
I looked at the handsome boy standing in front of me with a suitcase and leaning against my door, and my voice couldn't help but tremble.
"Song... Song Yu, why... why are you here?"
The icy boy glanced at me, blinked his beautiful eyes, and then told me a fact.
"That slutty woman Hu Ling is bothering me again..."
Well... I sympathize... But, what does this have to do with me
"I want to live in your house."
I:"… "
I suddenly felt a little sad that misfortunes never come alone.
"Can you not live in my house? There shouldn't be physical contact between men and women." I suggested to Song Yu for the thirty-fifth time, "Wen Li's place is good, it's spacious, and there are a bunch of beauties and beasts..." for you to play with.
"Yueyue, you talk too much nonsense." Song Yu licked his lips, sucked up the last noodle in the bowl, and handed the bowl directly to me.
"Another bowl."
But-
This is the third bowl! Can anyone tell me if it is really okay for him to eat like this
The longing and pleading eyes of the ice crystal boy already told the answer.
There's really nothing wrong with him. He's just a foodie!
Song Yu ate three bowls of egg noodles from me at my house, and also had a dragon fruit, two apples, and three bananas, but he showed no signs of leaving.
I was washing dishes in the kitchen and feeling anxious.
God knows how I got into one trouble after another.
First it was Zhuo Yang, then it was Hu Ling, and now there is also Song Yu.
I was very conflicted, and was thinking about how to kick Song Yu out of the door when the culprit who made me so sad was already leaning against the door, looking at me with a smile on his face.
"Yueyue, where should I sleep tonight?"
I:"… "
I suddenly thought of a perfect way to refuse, although this method is a bit nonsense.
"I don't have a guest room." What this means is, you little brat, get out of my house!
But how could I have known that when I finished speaking, Song Yu's eyes actually lit up and a thin layer of blush appeared on his fair face.
I was stunned. It was over. Did I say something wrong? You know, Song Yu's brain capacity... is really different from that of normal people.
As expected, Song Yu had already shyly turned his head away. "How about we...how about this? We haven't established a relationship yet... so I can just live in your bedroom... ok?"
"… "
Damn it! I was screaming like a thousand idiots in my heart! He didn't even hear that I invited him to live in my bedroom.
Asshole! Don't wait for this kind of imagination!
I already understand. Song Yu, this damn kid, can't be driven away.
Of course, I couldn't give him half of the luxurious bed in my bedroom. I could only find a storage room for Song Yu helplessly.
"You can stay here temporarily tonight... Tomorrow... You must leave tomorrow... I am still a single woman... It is inappropriate for a man to live here..."
A trace of regret flashed across Song Yu's face, and then he nodded obediently.
"Yueyue, you are so nice to me."
My foot slipped and I nearly fell.
This brat! Why is he so sweet-talking? He makes me feel like I'm blaming my aunt.
The sheets in the storage room were already covered with dust. Thinking of Song Yu's delicate body, I resigned myself to finding new sheets for him.
I rummaged through my big closet for a long time and finally found a plain bed sheet with a lily pattern.
I pulled it out and shook it, and I felt very proud of my aesthetic taste.
But at this moment, the urgent ringing of the doorbell interrupted my wonderful feeling.
I'm not sure who the person outside is, but I think it can't be Zhuo Yang.
Not to mention that we just had a fight this afternoon, and even if he wanted to reconcile and come to fight, he would have to text me.
I put the lily down and instinctively wanted to open the door.
I guess it's property management fees or something...
But before I could, Song Yu had already quickly run to the door and opened it for me with a well-behaved look on his face.
It was so fast that I didn't even have time to stop it.
I thought, forget it, the property management won't care about my private affairs anyway, so what if Song Yu opened the door once? With this thought, are single women not allowed to have single male friends
I took the lilies into the storage room to make a bed for Song Yu, but before the bed was made, Song Yu walked in and looked at me with a sullen expression.
"What's wrong? Who's here?"
Song Yu nodded behind me and told me a very sad answer.
"Brother Zhuo Yang."
I:"… "
I really want to vomit blood.
Zhuo Yang actually came over. He had a gloomy face since I came out of the storage room, especially when he saw Song Yu following me, his face became as black as the bottom of a pot.
I naturally didn't want Song Yu to know about my current relationship with Zhuo Yang, so I forced a smile, "Hahaha... What a rare guest... Zhuo Yang... Oh... Mr. Zhuo, you... why are you here?"
Zhuo Yang snorted coldly and said nothing, but his eyes told me: Keep making it up! Keep making it up!
Song Yu is indeed a little naive. If he were an ordinary man with some experience, he would definitely notice that there is an ambiguous message between Zhuo Yang and me.
But Song Yu didn't seem to know, he was just a little embarrassed.
"Brother Zhuoyang, why are you here?"
Unlike the cold face he showed to me, Zhuo Yang showed a relatively gentle smile to Song Yu.
"I heard that you and Hu Ling had a falling out? Are you still living in a place like this?"
While Zhuo Yang was talking to Song Yu, he also took the opportunity to look down on my place.
I know that he actually wants to despise me as a person.
I used to feel sad, but now I don’t care.
Anyway, it’s not the first time.
I no longer wanted to care about the two men. I yawned and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash the sheets I had just changed.
Just as I was leaving, Zhuo Yang suddenly spoke.
"If you've made enough noise, come back with me."
I was delighted. It would be the best if Song Yu could leave! It would be best if he could just get out of my life forever like Zhuo Yang.
I also know that Song Yu actually listens to Zhuo Yang very much. This man who is like an elder and a boss seems to have always been Song Yu's idol.
When Song Yu said this before, I scoffed at it. There are so many men to admire, but why do you have to admire this scumbag Zhuo Yang
I was complaining in my mind, and I had already made plans to go back and pick up my lilies, but at this moment I heard Song Yu say something very bluntly.
"Brother Zhuoyang, I'm not going back."
Zhuo Yang seemed surprised as well, and it took him a long while before he said this coldly.
"If you don't go back, where do you live?"
"I live at Yueyue's house."
"Yueyue?" Zhuo Yang sneered, "You two are alone in a room together. If you are discovered by the paparazzi and your parents, do you know the consequences?"
Zhuo Yang's voice became a little harsh. At this moment, I felt a little sympathetic towards Song Yu. In front of Zhuo Yang, he was like a scolded child and had no chance to refute at all.
But I was wrong. After a few seconds of silence, Song Yu suddenly spoke slowly: "Brother Zhuoyang, they all say that those who are close to the water get the moon first... I want to get Yueyue..."
I:"… "
If I had just been drinking water, I would have sprayed it all over their faces.
Especially Song Yu.
He really surprised me again today. He could declare his purpose and determination so directly.
I was a little impressed, but at the same time my back felt a little numb.
After a secret glance, I saw that Zhuo Yang's pressure had dropped rapidly.
It seems that he still feels a little uncomfortable because of the fact that I, his ex-wife, am very popular.
But why should I be happy about this... Zhuo Yang is probably the kind of person who doesn't want his junk and doesn't want others to pick it up.
I don't want to classify myself as a rag, but I am very self-aware and I know very well that in Zhuo Yang's eyes, I may be even worse than rags.
After Song Yu finished speaking, he didn't wait for Zhuo Yang to speak, and added another sentence anxiously.
"Brother Zhuo Yang, I'm serious. I know Yueyue was your wife before... but you don't like her... Then, let me like her, okay? Maybe in your eyes, she's not pretty enough or perfect enough, and you don't like her. But..."
As Song Yu spoke, his voice unconsciously became gentle.
"But, for me, she is exactly what I want. She is not pretty enough, she is older than me, she is confused when doing things, and she is also lazy, but that's just the way it is... This kind of person with flaws, who can cry and laugh, is An Yue, and that's the An Yue I like... I like her, I want to be with her... share her joys and sorrows... I like her strengths... Her flaws are also cute in my eyes... When she is happy, I am happy, and when she is sad, I am also sad... Life is too short... There is already a flaw in my life... And I want to be with her... Try to integrate into each other's lives... Make the flaw no longer a flaw..."