Wen Sheng spent the whole afternoon communicating with Senlu. When he got home from get off work, it was already eleven o'clock.
After opening the door, Wen Sheng thought she had gone to the wrong place and froze at the door for a long time without realizing that this was her own home.
There was the smell of gas floating in the air, domineering and sensitive in her nasal cavity, arousing a wave of nausea.
When Fu Yanlin heard the door open, he poked his head out of the kitchen to greet him. His clear-cut cartoon face had a casual and handsome expression, "Are you hungry?"
Wen Sheng was a little confused, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yanlin raised the spatula in his hand, "Isn't it obvious?"
"I said, I don't like having fires at home." Wen Sheng turned his attention to the sofa coffee table and floor lamp placed in the living room, as well as the tables and chairs in the restaurant, with a slightly sick expression on his face, "Did you buy these?"
Fu Yanlin raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise it just fell from the sky for nothing?"
"..." Wen Sheng changed her shoes, put her bag on the cabinet at the entrance, and glanced at Fu Yanlin with indifferent and slightly angry eyes, "You have this money, why not find a house by yourself."
Fu Yanlin's brows sank, and he chuckled and said, "You're addicted to chasing people, aren't you?"
Wen Sheng responded coldly, "The fact is that you have messed up my life."
Fu Yanlin narrowed his eyes, "What did you say? Say it again."
Wen Sheng took a breath and said with an indifferent expression, "You have gone too far."
Wen Sheng couldn't describe the feeling of panic... A person suddenly broke into her life, and she had to fight with him day and night, which made her confused and at a loss.
Fu Yanlin's face was ugly, and he tugged at the corners of his lips, showing a hint of helplessness and disappointment, "Why don't you just say that I am a bitch and have to stick to you?"
Wen Sheng's face didn't change, "You can understand it that way."
Hearing this, Fu Yanlin's face completely darkened, and he stared at Wen Sheng with anger and disappointment.
A few seconds later, he sneered, pushed open the sliding door of the kitchen, turned around and threw the spatula on the workbench, making a clanging sound. Then he took off his apron, threw it on the cupboard, and responded angrily.
, "Indeed, I am a fucking bitch and came to find you."
After saying that, Fu Yanlinte glanced at Wen Sheng angrily, and the anger in his eyes shot onto Wen Sheng's face, with a terrifying aura.
He was angry and wanted to go out.
The entrance hall was narrow. As he walked, he bumped into Wen Sheng's arm and pushed her onto the shoe cabinet.
Wen Sheng quickly held on to the shoe cabinet to prevent her from falling, but her arm accidentally hit the miscellaneous tray placed on the countertop and scattered it all over the floor.
Fu Yanlin looked back at her and subconsciously reached out to help her, but she retreated back, her watery little deer eyes full of resistance and disgust, as if she was afraid that something dirty would get on her.
Fu Yanlin's eyes trembled and his heart became cold.
He looked at Wen Sheng, smiled mockingly, then turned around and slammed the door and left.
There was a loud "bang" and the vibration of the door panel shocked the whole house, like an earthquake.
Wen Sheng's heart felt empty at that moment.
There is also the scent of oud left by the wind when he passed by on the tip of my nose.
Wen Sheng didn't quite understand what the moment his heart felt empty meant.
She did not have any similar experiences in the past.
If there was, it would be that she was in that state for a long time after her father left. There was a place in her heart that was always empty, something was missing, and she didn't dare to face it, nor could she ignore it. p>
She lived a step-by-step life every day, trying to keep herself busy and fulfilled, but during the long nights, she always suffered from insomnia, staring at the shining stars in the dark night, tears streaming down her face, soaking the hair and pillow beside her ears. But this time, it is nothing compared to the state when my father left.
Wen Sheng was too calm. She did not allow herself to be immersed in such indescribable emotions and disrupt her life.
She took a breath and went to the kitchen to clean up.
In the kitchen, the range hood is still running, and there is the sound of water boiling.
The spatula fell to the ground, stained with oil, and the tiles were also dirty.
Wen Sheng took a wet tissue and wiped it. Seeing the condiments, prepared vegetables, meat, and the grunting white porridge in the casserole on the countertop, Wen Sheng felt a little irritated for no reason.
She turned off the fire, poured everything into the trash can, cleaned it up, and turned off the gas valve, tightening it very tightly to avoid any leakage.
Fu Yanlin made good arrangements. Not only did he buy the ingredients, but he also turned on the gas, as if he wanted to stay at home here.
She has never used the kitchen since she came in, and now it smells like fireworks, which makes her look unreal.
She was very sensitive to the smell of gas and felt disgusted, so she immediately opened the window to disperse the smell.
Wen Sheng turned off the light and returned to the living room. When she saw the sofa, her head hurt a little.
This sofa set is too familiar to her.
Zhu Qingjia was renovating her house before, and she was looking at the furniture together, and she really liked this sofa set - but because the price was so expensive, she couldn't bear to buy it in a rental house, so she kept it in her Taobao favorites, thinking about one day having her own one.
Now that you are home, spend more money to buy it.
Why did he choose the one she liked?
Two people get along with each other for a short period of time, but it’s not enough to understand each other’s preferences, right?
Is it a coincidence?
The sofa is milky white, covered with a light gray house-style carpet. A medium-sized slate round table is pressed on the carpet. There is also a floor lamp and a pot-bellied glass bottle placed beside the sofa.
Ma Zuimu's. At first glance, it seems that it has been carefully matched. She likes the calm and refreshing style.
A sofa costing over RMB 100,000 is placed in the living room, and Wen Sheng doesn’t even dare to sit on it.
She really couldn't understand why he was willing to spend 100,000 yuan to buy a sofa and stuff it into her rental house, but didn't find a house to live in by himself?
He said he was homeless, and Wen Sheng knew that was an excuse to trick her into coming here.
So what does he want to do?
Maintain a long-term friendly relationship with her?
But each other can get what they need, so there’s no need to spend so much money, right?
Wen Sheng thought about it and decided to transfer 150,000 yuan to Fu Yanlin's WeChat account, including the money for the CD dress.
She transferred the WeChat quota three times to get it all.
The flesh hurts, but...she doesn't like to owe others.
He was so angry just now, so he must have had a falling out, and he will definitely not come back again. This money must be given to someone else.
There should be a clear and refreshing relationship between people.
The other party did not collect the money immediately.
Even after Wen Sheng waited for more than half an hour, there was no movement from Fu Yanlin.
Wen Sheng was a little irritated by waiting, so she simply turned off her phone and went to take a shower and go to bed.
That night, Wen Sheng suffered from insomnia.
The quilt was full of Fu Yanlin's smell - the light and stubborn scent of ebony, just like the others. They had obviously slammed the door and left, but a stone was dropped, shaking violently in Wen Sheng's calm heart.
Her indifferent and silent heart, which was like a pool of stagnant water, made her unable to calm down for a long time.
Wen Sheng was not used to this feeling of emptiness and helplessness.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Wen Sheng could see the self-deprecating and disappointed smile he had before slamming the door and leaving.