girl, you're wrong

Chapter 8 Don't call me Azhi!

At about 12:[-] noon, Cheng Jinyang returned home from the clinic, opened the door, and almost missed his eyes.

All the objects in the living room were neatly arranged, and at a glance, it was obvious that it was caused by some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.The floor was covered with white cashmere carpet, and the walls were replaced with new wallpaper. Whether it was the counter, table top or coffee table, they were all wiped clean.

A young woman is wiping the windowsill carefully with a rag.She was wearing a uniform printed with "Cleaning Robot", and the light on the left temple indicated that this was not a human being of flesh and blood, but a highly simulated housekeeping synth.

"This cleaning task is over, and the next time to clean the door will be at 20:00 tonight." Finally, the synthetic man stood up, compared his heart to his chest, and smiled at Cheng Jinyang, who was dumbfounded, "I'm Tai Rong. The maid robot Xiaoyun of the housekeeping company No.3741, if you are satisfied with the service, please give a five-star praise~"

She sent a vivid autumn wave over, and Cheng Jinyang hurriedly touched the phone: "Oh, good..."

"Don't be silly, this is programmed, not really asking for praise." The door to the bathroom opened, and Xing Yuanzhi, who had just washed her hair, came out, still wiping her wet black long hair with a towel .

"You were washing your hair just now?" Cheng Jinyang asked.

"correct."

"I remember you said that you don't wash your hair at noon."

"When I took a shower this morning, because I didn't bring a change of clothes, I simply washed my body." Xing Yuanzhi picked up the hair dryer and explained, "Just now this time I made up for the morning's bathing share."

This thing still owes a lot of money... Cheng Jinyang was speechless, only to hear Xing Yuanzhi say again:

"I've replaced all your cups, toothbrushes, and towels with new ones. From now on, they must be changed once a week, and I'll pay for it."

"Hey!" Cheng Jinyang was dissatisfied.How can you just throw away other people's things?

"Do you know how much fungus, tartar, dander and dead cells will accumulate on personal cleaning products after a week of use?" Xing Yuanzhi showed disgust, "If you don't want to throw it away, I'll buy a bucket later. Throw your old stuff in the bucket, and cover it when not in use to keep the fungal spores from wafting out—that way you can leave your stuff in there for as long as you want, and hairy mushrooms are fine.”

Cheng Jinyang: ? ? ?

"Cough, since you paid for a new one, the old one will be lost if you lose it." Cheng Jinyang could only cough and agree with Xing Yuanzhi's disgusting description.

After blowing her hair, Xing Yuanzhi snorted coldly, turned her head and went into the room.

Cheng Jinyang sighed and felt that this girl was really not cute at all, she was blinded by her good looks, figure and temperament.

"Why are you standing there?" Xing Yuanzhi suddenly stuck his head out of the room, "Come in."

"Ah good."

Cheng Jinyang hurriedly followed into his bedroom, and saw that his wardrobe... had been removed, and was replaced by a slightly smaller single bed with mosquito nets and curtains.

"I'll sleep here in the future." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the single bed and patted the mattress under him, "Your bed is still yours."

"Ah, so we are in the same room..."

"They've already lived together. Do you think outsiders will care if they sleep in the same room?" Xing Yuanzhi sneered.

"I have to admit that what you said, Azhi, makes some sense." Cheng Jinyang thought thoughtfully.

"It made sense." Xing Yuanzhi's eyelids jumped, "I said it before, don't call me Azhi."

"By the way, where's my wardrobe?"

"I'll move you to the vacant second bedroom next door. I've also moved all my personal belongings there."

"So you moved in all in one morning? How fast!"

"Yeah, what else?"

"It always feels like you can't wait to live together..."

"Let me remind you that living together does not mean that I will marry you in the future, so it is best to keep any delusions in your heart, and don't say it to embarrass everyone."

"You can rest assured, Azhi. I thought I didn't mind the other half's living habits, but now it seems that at least cleanliness needs to be ruled out in advance." Cheng Jinyang sighed, "The utility bill alone is enough for me It hurts."

"That's why I said that I will pay for the water and electricity bills." Xing Yuanzhi sighed, "And how many times do you want me to mention it? Don't call me Azhi, thank you."

"No, you have to consider that if we get married, then your money is my money, and paying such a large monthly fee is like cutting my flesh with a knife." Cheng Jinyang shook his head, "otherwise no What do you want me to call you if you are called Azhi?"

"No problem, even if we get married, we will do notarized division of property before marriage, so my money is not equal to your money." Xing Yuanzhi said coldly, "As for the title, you can call me 'Classmate Xing' and 'Miss Xing'. ', 'Miss Xing', everything is fine."

"But I think 'Azhi' sounds better. If it can be called with two words, why do you have to use three words?"

"Because I hate being called 'Azhi', you don't need to know the reason." Having said that, Xing Yuanzhi suddenly paused strangely and stared at Cheng Jinyang with wide eyes.

"Hey, Cheng Jinyang... You, don't you know why, I hate this title?" Her voice also became deep, as if a poisonous snake was quietly poking out of the grass, making a hissing tongue.

"Why?" Cheng Jinyang asked in surprise.

Xing Yuanzhi didn't answer, just stared at him without blinking.

After a long while, she didn't see any flaws in Cheng Jinyang's face, so she slowly closed her eyes and said in a low voice:

"Anyway, don't call me Azhi again."

"Okay, Azhi." Cheng Jinyang nodded, and then seemed to have reacted, and said with a dry smile, "No, I'm used to it just now, I'm sorry."

"Get me out of this habit as soon as possible!" Xing Yuanzhi gave him a hard look and walked out.

The reason why I didn't like the name "Azhi" was because in the nightmare, that person also called her that.

The woman she hated so much.

"Miss Xing!" Cheng Jinyang put on a warm smile and left the bedroom, "What do you want for lunch today?"

"I have ordered the dishes, and they will be delivered later." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control as if to vent her anger.

"Dishes? You are so obsessed with cleanliness that you actually eat takeout?"

"A restaurant owned by a member of our Xing clan, although it is a poor family, it is reliable enough in terms of hygiene." Xing Yuanzhi said perfunctorily, pressing the remote control to frequently jump to the platform.

The program on TV changed from a male lion bitten by a lioness, to a male protagonist in a soap opera who was slapped by a female protagonist, and then to a live broadcast of aerial photography of Songjiang ruins. She grabbed the remote control in her hand.

"I want to watch this." Cheng Jinyang stopped on a TV station that she had just skipped.

This is the recently popular adaptation of the animation "The Sword of Cangqing". It is probably about a male protagonist who is invincible at the beginning. From scratch, he brought eight beautiful girls to the super god level with one hand, and eight girls have become gods in the later stage. All kinds of bloody stories for him.

Xing Yuanzhi lost her interest after just watching it for a while, mainly because she didn't like this kind of story that was completely developed from the perspective of the male protagonist; Cheng Jinyang watched it with relish, after all, he had read the original book, which is much more interesting than comics and animations.

After a while, the doorbell rang again.

Cheng Jinyang got up and went to open the door, but as a result, he took a large box of heavy things from the courier, and turned around with a confused expression on his face.

"Ah, the things I prepared for you have arrived." Xing Yuanzhi showed a rare cold smile.

"What is this?" Cheng Jinyang took scissors from the side and cut the oil paper cloth outside, revealing dozens of thick books inside, each of which was as thick as a dictionary.

"The gravitational algorithm you want." Xing Yuanzhi said lightly with some kind of unnoticeable evil taste.

(End of this chapter)