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"Yeah, huh? What do you want?"
"I didn't... Ouch... It hurts!"
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86. Su Jinbei's heart flutter; the show's effects achieved through behind-the-scenes manipulation.
Seven o'clock in the afternoon.
Su Jinbei went home after get off work.
She was wearing Qiao Jingjing's work uniform.
With no other option, she ran away from home, taking only a few personal belongings with her.
He felt embarrassed to spend Qiao Jingjing's money.
Office ladies and suits are alike.
It belongs to the luxury category of clothing; a cheap one would be too undignified.
People these days have very sharp eyes.
You're wearing a business suit that costs hundreds of dollars; it's obvious at a glance.
Qiao Jingjing's outfit is from the Only brand, and it's not cheap, costing over 30,000 to 10,000 yuan per set.
But it doesn't fit very well.
Because Qiao Jingjing is taller than her and has bigger breasts.
Su Jinbei was in the entryway when she could already smell the aroma of Qiao Yu's stir-fried dishes.
Despite her gentle appearance and cold heart, Su Jinbei harbors a strange sense of warmth within.
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
It feels so good.
When you get home from get off work, someone has prepared a delicious meal and is waiting for you.
This home is very small, only about 80 square meters.
It has only two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, and a balcony.
Compared to her luxurious home, which was off-limits to outsiders.
It's simply not worth mentioning.
But it's warm here.
She has a carefree and innocent best friend, and a mature and steady boy who likes to spy on her.
Here, there are no burdens, no backstabbing.
No need to wear a mask, you can laugh, rage, and be carefree.
She likes it here.
I like the people here, and I like my best friend.
I also like boys wielding spatulas in the kitchen.
He is exceptionally talented, yet gentle and reserved.
He was mature and composed, yet still retained the naiveté and innocence of a boy.
Su Jinbei was used to seeing men dancing around her.
Some pretend to be indifferent, some pretend to be composed, some pretend to be gentle... but they all harbor the same purpose.
This boy probably likes her too.
Do you like her for her looks or her personality?
Su Jinbei was unsure.
He always likes to strike up a conversation with me and fawn over me, whether there's something to talk about or not.
He never hid his feelings for her.
Yet she can maintain a clear gaze.
Su Jinbei hadn't completely fallen for him yet, but she didn't mind him dancing around her, nor did she mind giving him a chance.
The only downside.
It's probably about how he and his sister get along.
It always feels out of place.
That's clearly not how siblings should interact.
Yet it gives you impeccable harmony.
Just as she changed into her slippers, Qiao Yu brought out the dishes from the kitchen.
"Qiao Jingjing said your stomach was uncomfortable last night and your hands and feet were cold. It's probably because you were in the air conditioner too much and it's a symptom of a cold constitution. I made you some black chicken and yam soup. Eat it for a week and you'll feel better."
Qiao Yu put the dishes on the table, turned around and walked into the kitchen, "I'll serve you rice."
Qiao Yu's face was gentle, but his heart was full of relief.
Fortunately, he didn't linger over Xia Qing's affections and returned from her house in time.
Otherwise, there really wouldn't be enough time to cook dinner for Su Jinbei.
Su Jinbei's eyes flickered as she watched his retreating figure.
For a moment.
She had this misconception.
I am a married person with a warm little home.
I got home from get off work with the lights on.
The kitchen was filled with delicious aromas; her husband had prepared a meal and was waiting for her to come home.
The "husband's" face was blurry.
Then it gradually became clearer.
He actually bears a resemblance to Qiao Yu.
Su Jinbei shook her head, banishing the jumbled thoughts from her mind.
She came to the dining table, glanced at it, and smiled:
Is this all the food for today?
Two dishes and a soup, one meat and one vegetable.
The soup is black-boned chicken and yam soup.
That's just the right amount for two people.
"Qiao Jingjing was called home by my mom to go on a blind date. It's uncertain whether she'll come back this weekend."
Qiao Yu came out of the kitchen and said indifferently, "Let her go. It's good that she's not here; it'll be peaceful."
Su Jinbei glanced at him amusedly, ran her slender fingers through her hair, and said with a smile:
"Pour your sister another glass of warm water."
"Oh."
Qiao Yu readily got up to pour water.
After dinner, Su Jinbei took a shower, locked herself in her room, and didn't come out again.
Meanwhile, Qiao Yu continued writing his novel.
This is a lasting benefit from novels.
Moreover, according to incomplete statistics...
Qiao Yu earned tens of millions from the book "Zhu Xian" in his previous life, so he was very motivated.
Three days after the song licensing agreement was signed, the music charts paid him the full copyright fee of 600,000 yuan.
It's fair to say that Qiao Yu now has his own little savings.
He didn't dare tell Qiao Jingjing about the 600,000 yuan copyright fee.
Qiao Jingjing has too many arms; she has to meddle in everything.
That's just typical of spendthrift women.
Knowing he had this money, they were determined to find a way to swindle it from him.
Qiao Yu's malicious speculation about his sister was not without reason.
This is a summary of his experience.
Soon, it was midnight.
Qiao Yu closed the novel's backend interface and opened the browser.
I'm getting ready to watch this episode of "I Am a Singer".
Just then, the door opened.
Su Jinbei walked out, still half asleep.
Her hair was tousled, and her eyes were half-closed.
Her dignified and radiant appearance is tinged with a touch of naivety.
Qiao Yu assumed she was getting up to use the restroom and ignored her.
Su Jinbei plopped down next to him, her voice soft and husky: "Shall we begin?"
"Ok?"
Qiao Yu turned his head: "You want to see?"