She was stunned, her mouth opened, and she said nothing. If she heard correctly, he was calling her, Ah Wu. No one except her mother called her that, so how did he know her nickname?
"It's me who's standing here. Even if I accidentally slip and fall, I'll be the one who dies. But, silly Awu, you're so wrinkled and out of breath, why?" He smiled, his eyes like a deep pool in the mountains, reflecting
Under the weak moonlight, it was a hazy mess, and only the magic power continued to exist, sucking her in bit by bit.
She was so frightened that she didn't bother to ask him how he knew her nickname. She just made up a random excuse, "Nonsense, of course a normal person would be scared standing on the top of such a high building. Haven't you heard of an illusion? Mingming
There are railings, but as long as you look down from the top of the building, you will still have the illusion of falling. That is human instinct!"
"Oh, instinct." He responded with a suddenly enlightened tone, but there was no expression on the deep outline, but his eyes became darker and darker, more and more depressed. He smiled lowly and murmured to himself, "Afraid
It is an instinct, but why did you have no instinct at that time? Well? Brother, where did your instinct go? There are too many things that I can't understand, so I can only treat them as mysteries..."
There was a gust of wind blowing by her ears, and Qingwu saw his mouth moving, his expression seemed to be sad or not, and he was in a trance. When she wanted to listen carefully, he stopped talking, flipped over, jumped down, and landed safely.
Qingwu subconsciously patted her heart and breathed heavily. Her throat was dry and her head was white. She looked at him walking towards her with a smile, and suddenly realized that he was brushing her deliberately to appreciate her anxious look!
Later, one day, she accidentally learned from others that this building was originally Xu Tianjue's office building. She suddenly remembered that night, his abnormality and loneliness. He said that he asked the cleaning lady to buy a refrigerator every day.
vegetables, let them freeze, let them spoil, then buy fresh ones...
Qingwu didn't even look at the man walking towards her. She stood up and carefully climbed down the iron ladder. Ling Yansen looked at the scattered wine bottles on the floor and chased after him with a smile. She thought to herself that she probably didn't understand him very much.
It must have been a crazy behavior just now.
Qing Wu rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the open kitchen. Ling Yansen took long steps and chased after her. Seeing her slender hands touch the dried oil in the bowl, his brows wrinkled intuitively, "Tomorrow
The aunt who comes over to clean will wash it."
"It will be difficult to clean it tomorrow, do you understand? Things like oil stains are the most stubborn." Qingwu didn't look back, her earlobes bathed in the warm light were pink and delicate.
Ling Yansen couldn't control his steps, and his tall figure insisted on squeezing into the narrow aisle. Qingwu reluctantly gave in. The back of her hands was full of foam, and her original white skin was mottled by oil and water. Ling Yansen removed the clothes on the cabinet
A pair of rubber gloves was thrown to her, "Detergent is very harmful to your hands. As a woman, you should have these basic common sense in your head."
Qingwu turned back with a somewhat contemptuous look in her eyes. She didn't take it seriously, "That's it. My hand has been injured for at least eighteen or nineteen years. It's too late to repair it now!"
"Your stepmother and stepmother are too bad! If you don't give you mental abuse, why do you force you to wash the dishes?" Ling Yansen ignored her lowered eyelashes and teased maliciously.
The hands washing the dishes paused. Qingwu was not angry. The hair on the side of her ears sprouted sparsely, covering her sharp little face like white jade. "When I was young, I was so stupid. I always mistakenly thought that these hands were not worthy.
As the eldest daughter of the Duan family, I did not dare to get too close to my classmates for a long time. For example, during hopscotch and rubber band dancing, I would secretly watch from a distance and never participate. I was afraid of seeing
Their delicate white hands were even more afraid that they would see my thick, radish-sized hands covered with chilblains. From that time on, I hated washing dishes, and I deliberately broke them, but the result was that I had to wash more
Dirtier dishes. Zhang Shuzhen hated me from the bottom of her heart, just like I hated washing dishes. Later, I worked hard to save money, and I consulted a lot about hand plastic surgery. Later, let alone hand plastic surgery,
I even made money for full-body plastic surgery, but I haven't taken any action yet."
Ling Yansen looked at her seriously, his eyes deep, but the darkness in his eyes turned into a sponge-like tenderness, "Why?"
She glanced sideways at him with bright eyes and a gentle and mature smile on her lips, "Because I have grown up. I understand that whether the hands are rough or smooth has nothing to do with career, life and luck.
It doesn't matter at all." After a pause, she stared at him, her watery eyes filled with narrowness, "Just like if I married a scumbag and pervert like you, it wasn't because I didn't take good care of my hands, right?"
Ling Yansen touched his chin and nodded in agreement, "It makes sense. Generally, women with insufficient appearance will comfort themselves like you, so such women usually have to be strong in their careers. They have no talent and have to rush forward with brute force."
Qingwu shook her head, not angry at his innuendo, "You are wrong, career-oriented women are very tired. It's not that they are playing with power, but that power is playing with them, and at the same time, they have to be played by men. It's miserable.
Yes! To be honest, I would rather stay at home and wash hundreds of dishes a day than stay in the office and be depressed. If it weren't for my father... Hehe, speaking of it, I am actually the simplest person, but it happens because of some
The messy things make things complicated."
Seeing her trying her best to shrug her shoulders indifferently, but the smile on her lips was filled with a sigh that made him feel very dazzled. He suddenly wanted to reach out and hug this woman who was as slender as a bamboo pole, but in the end, he just put his hands in
After removing his pockets, he stood up straight, with his body slightly sideways, maintaining this posture, staring at her quietly, as if staring at himself.
He and she both carry heavy shells on their backs.
Putting the bowl away and drying her hands, she suddenly heard him say, "As a reward for cooking for me, the famous stock broker would like to remind you. Rongchang's 100474 and Weiyuan's 387883. These two stocks can be bought."
Buy as much as you want."
Qingwu opened her mouth and looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief, her expression changing instantly.