On the way home, Qiao Ling was always immersed in the shock of him suddenly buying a two-million car.
Although knowing he had always been investing, plus Xie Lisheng Company’s dividends, his pocket probably was not lacking money.
But still didn’t expect, not lacking money to the point buying a million-level car could be so casual.
Like suddenly having the thought, turning around and entering the vegetable market to buy a cabbage.
From small to big, Qiao Ling had not sat in a two-million car, always looking left and right, seeing whatever new and strange function would ask him.
Chen Kuang seemed to feel she was fun, at the beginning still indifferent, as she asked more and more, his eyes looking at the road condition ahead couldn’t help but raise up.
“Like this car so much?”
Qiao Ling twisted a little on the elastic seat cushion, smiling: “Like, ah, who doesn’t like good things.”
Chen Kuang turned on the turn signal, lightly sneered: “Later the car key I’ll hang on the wall panel, if you want to drive, take anytime.”
She was surprised, blinked, awkwardly said: “…No need.”
“Actually I still prefer riding a bike, and so close to the bar, driving really isn’t necessary.” He said: “This thing, if bought must be driven out, putting it in the parking lot collecting dust has no meaning.”
Qiao Ling rubbed the texture of the seatbelt.
The other party saying like this, just seemed even stranger.
Her front foot had just been mocked by university classmates, his back foot then for no reason brought a luxury car, and even drove around ostentatiously in this circle.
But, Chen Kuang should not know about it.
Qiao Ling glanced at him, quietly probed: “Since not often used and also don’t like driving, you suddenly bought this car for what?”
“Are you…”
Chen Kuang took the opportunity of looking at the rearview mirror, through the mirror glanced at her once, surface without abnormality: “Hmm?”
She hesitated to speak, “Mm… nothing, nothing.”
“Before just coming to Binyang, indeed felt no need to purchase big items.”
Chen Kuang properly pulled out a reason: “But still having a car is more convenient, after all in winter can’t ride a bike, and SUV type is wide, normally can help the bar transport some goods.”
With this said, Qiao Ling then did not suspect anything anymore, “What you say is true, but…”
If just for convenience, there’s no need to buy such an expensive car??
“But?” He asked.
She hovered back and forth between curiosity and politeness, finally still couldn’t hold back: “I heard from Sister Rouyin, you at her bar basically never took any salary, and this car is so expensive…”
Qiao Ling leaned over, smelling the refreshing shampoo scent on his body, “Chen Kuang, you, exactly how much savings do you have?”
Seeming like already expected she wanted to ask this, Chen Kuang hooked the corner of his eyes, fingers tapping on the steering wheel, meaningful.
“You want to know, ah?”
Qiao Ling choked up, her pitch-black pupils swayed left and right.
If not a couple relationship, asking this kind of… really is a bit crossing the line.
She inexplicably felt shy, shrank back and changed her mind: “No no, I was just casually asking, don’t tell me anymore.”
“…I resent the rich.”
Chen Kuang: ?
…………
A brand-new Benz parked into the spot downstairs of the unit building ten-some minutes later.
Chen Kuang needed to wait until evening to go to the bar, and Qiao Ling had taken half a day off today, coincidentally also going to work again in the evening. During normal time periods, it was rare for the two to both be at home.
“Chen Kuang, do you want to wash your sofa cover too?” Qiao Ling hugged the bed sheets and quilt cover she had changed, walked to the living room and asked him.
Ever since occupying her sofa bed, Chen Kuang had seriously bought quite a few bedding items to decorate his “nest,” just sofa covers of various fabrics he bought more than ten pieces, the one he liked laying the most was this waffle pattern milky-white sofa cover.
He stood up, pulled the sofa cover down, walked in front of her, naturally took over the dirty bed sheets and quilt cover in her arms, “Give it to me.”
Qiao Ling freed her sore arms and shook them, following him toward the bathroom, “Feels like now you’re more skilled using these washing machines and kitchen stoves than me.”
“That’s right.” Chen Kuang stuffed both their bedding into the drum washing machine, glanced sideways at her, hooked his lips: “Want me to teach you?”
She pursed her lips.
Praise you a sentence and you just climb up the pole. [顺杆往上爬: literally “climb up the pole along with the momentum,” meaning someone takes advantage when praised or encouraged.]
“No need, having someone at home who likes doing housework so much, I’m too busy slacking off.”
“Qiao Ling, don’t move.” Chen Kuang called her.
Qiao Ling stood still, “Mm?”
He closed the washing machine’s drum door, walked to her in two or three steps, bent down.
After the man leaned down, the two could look at each other levelly. At such a distance, it was hard for her not to look at his moist red lips, then think of the near-erupting hot kiss at home a few days ago…
The other party’s aura was deep and thick, Qiao Ling couldn’t help but tense up her back spine, throat dry, “What are you doing…”
Chen Kuang raised his hand, pinched the transparent tape stuck on the top of her hair, puzzled and suppressing a laugh: “What were you doing on the bed? Tape can stick to the top of your head.”
Did he know this action really resembled patting the head? Annoying.
Qiao Ling puffed up her cheeks, hastily snatched that transparent tape from his hand and glanced at it.
Yesterday she had been sitting on the bed studying new packaging for the online shop.
“Who knows, really.”
She raised her eyes, suddenly bumped into Chen Kuang’s unfathomable warm gaze.
Qiao Ling suddenly realized, he sometimes would inexplicably stare at her endlessly, not speaking.
“Still… is there some problem? On my face.”
Chen Kuang’s gaze shifted around, finally drifting to her speaking lips.
Between man and woman, the meaning in the eyes could sync up within seconds.
Qiao Ling felt somewhat restless, unable to withstand the way he was staring at her mouth.
Could it be, going to… kiss again?
“Ding-dong——”
The doorbell rang at an inopportune time.
The two of them looked toward the entrance in unison. Chen Kuang straightened up, guessing: “Maybe it’s delivery, the one I just ordered.”
Qiao Ling felt as if suddenly released, running first toward the entrance: “I’ll go, I’ll open the door.”
Rushing to the doorway, she raised her tone and spoke: “Coming, just leave it at the door.”
Qiao Ling opened the door, but what she saw was not a stranger delivery guy, but a familiar face.
So familiar… as in just over an hour ago still sitting at the same table eating.
Her expression stiffened, holding onto the door, looking up at the person in front of her: “Gao Ziyao…?”
“Why did you come?”
Gao Ziyao lifted his eyes, looking straight through the entrance at Chen Kuang standing inside, the suspicion hanging in the air clattered down to the ground.
So it really was a new partner, already living together.
Chen Kuang stood outside the bathroom, twisting the cap of the laundry detergent in his hand, meeting the man at the door’s gaze full of hostility, his expression not changing in the slightest.
Like a completely unbothered male host who couldn’t feel the threat at all.
Gao Ziyao clenched his teeth, facing Qiao Ling who obviously had no intention of inviting him in to sit, deliberately said: “When I lived here before, I left behind several sets of game discs, did you throw them away?”
Qiao Ling heard him implying so obviously, her breath caught, thinking: it’s over.
But just in time, from behind came the man’s call.
“Qiao Ling.”
Qiao Ling turned back nervously, only to see Chen Kuang tapping the laundry detergent in his hand, “The bed sheets, wash them with this wood-scented one, okay?”
Gao Ziyao hearing this, forehead popped, almost couldn’t hold back.
Damn, washing bed sheets.
Seeing he didn’t have any expression of anger or care, she let out a breath, quickly nodded: “Mm, okay, whatever you like is fine.”
Qiao Ling turned back around, told Gao Ziyao: “Didn’t throw them, I put them all away, wait a moment, I’ll get them for you.”
After speaking, she left the door just open like that, turned around wanting to go to the bedroom to get it.
“Hey.” Gao Ziyao called her.
Qiao Ling turned her eyes back, puzzled: “What else?”
His chest was blocked up, staring at this clean face of hers, with no nostalgia for him at all, clenching his fist, finally changed his words: “You… get it quickly, I’m in a hurry.”
“Coming to your place is already far enough.”
Qiao Ling frowned slightly, gave an oh, jogged back into the room.
Gao Ziyao was blocked at the door.
Clearly there was no obstruction in front of him, but he could not take even one step inside.
Before, this place had been somewhere he could come and go freely, and now, another man was living here as if naturally.
Washing bed sheets… already washing bed sheets?
His brows twitched, anger rising beyond control.
At this time, Chen Kuang who had set the washing machine finished wiping his hands and walked out, glancing over, meeting eyes with Gao Ziyao.
However, Chen Kuang didn’t put him in his eyes at all, was about to turn around when Gao Ziyao called him.
“You’re her current partner?”
Chen Kuang turned half his body back, hand casually in the pocket of his pajama pants, neither affirming nor denying: “Any instructions?”
Gao Ziyao saw his appearance like this, all arrogant and dragging it out, and then thought of his show-offy Benz AMG GLS, jealousy broke through reason.
He lowered his head, let out a laugh, “You haven’t been with her long, right?”
“Brother, let me advise you, better pull back early, that’s enough.”
Gao Ziyao told him: “You won’t get any benefits from her, she’s no good.”
“Qiao Ling, just won’t like others.” He recalled his own experience, the force in his words got even stronger, speaking harsher and harsher.
“She has problems, mental illness.”
Chen Kuang, hearing him slander Qiao Ling like this, his brow little by little pressed downward, turned direction slowly walking toward the door.
“Is that so.”
Gao Ziyao saw him clearly not believing, sighed, like reminding someone in the same boat: “I’m not joking with you, she just can’t date, if you don’t believe ask her yourself.”
“You’re dating her, it’s impossible you haven’t felt the abnormal parts about her, right? Ah?” He hinted at certain things men could all understand.
“This person just has issues, you know.”
“I know.” Chen Kuang suddenly said.
Gao Ziyao shut his mouth.
Chen Kuang walked closer step by step, then stopped standing on the inner side of the threshold, using his body to solidly block the gaze that was trying to peek into this home.
His naturally wavy black hair was very soft, but the eyes beneath the fringe were sharp as blades, “Because I’m also mentally ill.”
“The two of us met at the psychiatric hospital, fellow patients, perfect match.”
Gao Ziyao’s eyes widened suddenly, almost cursed out loud, “You, f—”
At this moment Qiao Ling came back holding things, seeing Chen Kuang inexplicably guarding at the door, “Mm?”
Chen Kuang didn’t move aside, but turned his head and stretched out his hand to her: “Pass me the things.”
Qiao Ling obediently handed him Gao Ziyao’s game discs.
Chen Kuang took those three boxes of games, without showing force yet heavily slapped them against Gao Ziyao’s chest, pushing him back a step.
Gao Ziyao had just opened his mouth to curse, when he heard the other party’s gloomy low voice.
“I don’t lay hands on you because I don’t want Qiao Ling to have even half a thread of entanglement with you again.”
“If you understand, then get lost.”
After speaking, Chen Kuang used those black and shining eyes, like a wolfdog making a show of force, to look at him one last time, turning around at the same time bringing the door shut.
“Bang!!!”
Swinging up a gust of wind, slapping against Gao Ziyao’s face.