Ling Mobei was still squatting there, the headlights dazzling him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. His arms suddenly tightened and someone had already pulled him up.
It rained heavily, and Xu Chuanyang's body quickly became soaked. The rain dripped down his hair and onto Ling Mobei's face. The rain washed away his eyes and made him unable to open his eyes, making his vision blurry.
"Don't you care about me? Just let me soak to death." He yelled at him in the rain, losing his temper like a child.
Xu Chuanyang didn't say anything, but grabbed his arm forcefully and pushed him into the car three times. Both of them were soaked. As soon as they sat down, the car seat was covered with water.
Xu Chuanyang locked the car door and looked at him silently. The heavy rain hit the glass and trickled down. In the narrow space, the sound of breathing was particularly clear.
Ling Mobei didn't speak, just sulking in his seat. His short hair was wet and dripping with water. The T-shirt he was wearing was sticking to his body, and his fair skin could be vaguely seen.
Xu Chuanyang seemed to sigh, took a towel from the carriage and threw it on his head, "Wipe it clean."
He ignored him and kept his head lowered, his mouth bulging, his eyes staring, not knowing where he was looking.
Xu Chuanyang had no choice but to lean over, press the towel, and rub his head like dough. He glared at him angrily, "Don't touch me."
"If you don't want to catch a cold, just be honest with me."
Xu Chuanyang was also very scary when he lost his temper. He would teach him to be honest with a single word, neither gentle nor serious, and looked at him with a pair of big blue eyes, "Xu Chuanyang, don't do this to me."
It's obviously your fault that I'm so cruel. If you had come to pick me up earlier, I wouldn't have been robbed of my money and turned into a chicken in the rain."
He was not very familiar with the word drowned rat, and he couldn't express it in English, so in a hurry, he said "what kind of chicken".
Xu Chuanyang frowned, and the hand wiping his hair paused, "Been robbed?"
"Well." Ling Mobei took out his wallet, "I don't have a penny left. If you don't come, I will be soaked to death."
"You deserve to be soaked to death. Who asked you to go to a place where rabbits don't poop?"
Xu Chuanyang threw the towel into his arms and said, "Wipe it yourself."
He turned on the wipers to push away the rain on the windshield and started the car.
Ling Mobei saw that he had a bad temper and knew that most of this incident was his fault, so he didn't dare to speak anymore. He wiped his hair with a towel in a dull manner and said nothing the whole way.
"I'll take you back."
"I'm not going back. What if I go back and catch a cold in the middle of the night? No one will care about me." Ling Mobei thought for a moment, "I want to go to your house."
Although Xu Chuanyang was unwilling, he finally took him back to his home. As soon as he entered the door, Ling Mobei seemed to be a different person. The decadence and grievance just now disappeared. He visited his residence and touched his left hand.
He was curious about everything. Although he lived across the street, this was the first time he came to his home, a place that truly belonged to him. His traces and breath were everywhere.
Xu Chuanyang's home has a collection of many guns, mostly models. They are displayed in a glass cabinet and arranged neatly.
There is a copper plate underneath each gun, which states the time, place and specific uses of the gun.
Ling Mobei watched with great interest. Xu Chuanyang walked out with a set of clothes in his hand, "Go take a shower and change into clothes."
"Oh." Ling Mobei took it with a smile, "Aren't you going to wash it?"
"for a while."
Ling Mobei happily entered the bathroom. He closed the door and began to look at his bathroom. There was an exquisite shelf on the sink with daily toiletries. Ling Mobei picked up his razor and looked at it.
He measured it twice in the mirror and chuckled. He put down the razor and picked up the body wash on the side and smelled it. There was a faint scent of lavender, not only the body wash, but also the bath towel.
There was also a lavender scent, and he thought that Xu Chuanyang probably liked the smell of lavender.
He took a shower and changed into his clothes. His size was obviously a bit too big for him. He was not tall like Ling Monan. He was more like his mother, a beautiful and petite Swiss woman.
He rolled up his trousers and sleeves, then stepped out in slippers.
Xu Chuanyang was sitting on the sofa, cleaning a gun in his hand. The black gun body was polished until it was shiny.
"Is this a sniper rifle?" Ling Mobei sat down opposite him and asked curiously.
Xu Chuanyang didn't even raise his head and simply said yes.
"This gun...is it real?"
"Yes." Xu Chuanyang suddenly fell silent, staring at the gun in his hand for a long time. He raised his head, and Ling Mobei was looking at him with his head tilted. He was wearing his clothes, although they were a bit too big, but he was fresh and handsome, like a
Direct sunlight from the building.
He stared at him, and suddenly his eyes began to blur. Once, there was a boy sitting where he sat, looking at him with the same eyes, cautiously, as if he was afraid of offending him, "Xu Chuanyang, you
I've washed all the clothes and hung them to dry on the balcony, Xu Chuanyang, don't drive me away."
"Xu Chuanyang."
Ling Mobei suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him. He woke up suddenly. The shadow of the boy was separated from Ling Mobei in front of him. He regained his indifference, stood up and put the sniper rifle back to its original position.
He walked into the bedroom, took a quilt and threw it on the sofa, "You can sleep here at night and don't touch my things. If you are hungry, there is food in the refrigerator."
Ling Mobei took it and looked at him holding the soft pillow, "Do you have to sleep on the sofa?"
He glanced pitifully in the direction of the guest bedroom, muttering to himself that he was being asked to sleep on the sofa even though there was another bedroom. He had never slept on a sofa before.
"This is not Switzerland. No one will spoil you, Young Master Ling." Xu Chuanyang said, throwing a cold look and went straight into the bathroom, "Just leave if you don't like it."
Ling Mobei curled his lips, snorted, and reluctantly picked up the quilt and spread it out himself. His home was obviously right across the street. As long as he opened the door, he could sleep in a comfortable bed within ten meters.
Bed, why do you have to sleep on this fucking sofa here?
With this thought in his mind, he lay down on the sofa, turned over, turned over again, and finally stared at the ceiling.
In a few days, school will start. He is studying at University A as an international student. When he came to China, Ling's father was firmly opposed to it because the living and educational conditions in Switzerland are much higher than here.
But he was determined to go to university in China. In the end, Ling Monan came forward to guarantee it, and Ling's father reluctantly agreed. Everyone thought that the second young master of the Ling family was too playful and that studying here was just a temporary interest.
, will soon go home because he can't bear the hardship.
Ling Monan asked Xu Chuanyang to take care of his naughty and willful younger brother, and Xu Chuanyang agreed. However, he never expected that Ling Mobei would be keen to create all kinds of trouble for him and ruin his date.
This kind of thing is a common occurrence, and as his temporary guardian, he is really miserable.