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Chapter 8:

A week later, Senbei packed up his bags and moved to Yuanyuan.

The house was hard to find for a while, and the editor worried that she was on Hengshimalu, and temporarily took her to her second bedroom apartment.

A few days ago, with the blessing of milk tea, Xianbei successfully repaired the plot of Zhou Yuanshan, came back to life, rescued him from the situation of a lingering general's bento, and added a new line for him.

Yuanyuan was very satisfied. On the day she came to pick up the senbei, she was plausible: "If you don't change it, I won't let you live there. You know?

The girl dragged a trolley case, carried a backpack and a peaked cap, and walked beside her without a word.

Thank you and murmur silently in my heart. It will be convenient for you to remind you later...

Senbei was taken aback when he brought Dabao and Xiaobao to Yuanyuanjia.

It's not because of the new arrival, on the contrary, this is the second time she borrowed.

More than a year ago, when she first arrived in Ning City, Yuanyuan, as her editor in charge, also took in Xianbei.

Yuanyuan is a typical knife mouth tofu heart.

Since then, she has been well acquainted with the personality of Xianbei that is different from ordinary people, so she has taken more care of her in her work and life.

The reason for Senbei's surprise this time was to see a young man standing at the entrance.

Tall and delicate face.

She had never seen this person.

The young man was very polite to her and enthusiastically took slippers for them:

"Please come in, please come in."

Looking up, Senbei lowered his head super fast, hiding his eyes in the shadow of the brim of the hat.

A stranger suddenly appeared...

Let her dare not come out.

"My boyfriend," Yuanyuan introduced, pushing her inside the door: "I live with me now."

Senbei was under the brim of his hat: "..." She didn't know.

"This is Senbei." Yuanyuan patted her on her shoulder.

"Mrs. Xianbei, hello, I am your fan!" The young man deliberately nodded and smiled, "I am chasing strange evil."

Rubbing his heel on the carpet, Xianbei stopped to take off his shoes: It's over, how do you respond?

Thank you?

The girl's lips moved twice, she said, but no one heard.

Yuanyuan’s boyfriend didn’t pay attention, and didn’t plan to shut up: "So Mrs. Senbei is a cute girl..."

He scratched his cheek, really unable to connect her with that mad painting style: "I always thought you were a male painter hahahahaha."

Xianbei's eyebrows tightened, could it be her looks... let the readers down?

"Okay, you." In the field of vision, Yuanyuan slipped on her pair of slippers.

She seemed to punch her boyfriend: "Don't be strayed here, cut fruit for your wife."

The boyfriend jumped in surprise: "You want to eat fruit?"

Yuanyuan: "I mean you Mrs. Senbei."

Boyfriend: "Don't talk nonsense, my wife is only Ms. Yuan."

Yuanyuan laughed out: "Sneez, don't hurry up!"

...

Seeing that the stubble stayed away from me, Xianbei felt light. Secretly listening to them being funny, she couldn't help bending her mouth.

Then she felt envious, when will she be able to communicate and interact with others without obstacles like this...

——

After staying here for a few days, Senbei's desire to find a house became more urgent.

Three people, a pair of witty little lovers, a muffled single dog, or a girl, is it inconvenient.

Especially this boyfriend Yuanyuan...

He is four years younger than Yuanyuan and is still a student.

The personality is too cheerful, and a little bit nasty.

Acting normally and not constrained.

Senbei maintains the old style, usually staying alone in his bedroom, closing the door, completely sealing, and painting.

Occasionally, they just go to the bathroom or the kitchen to pour water.

Several times, I just happened to ran into her boyfriend Yuanyuan coming out of the bathroom. He was naked and greeted her with a smile...

Or seeing two people sitting on the sofa, if no one else is kissing unscrupulously and affectionately...

Senbei's face was hot, and he turned around and left.

Back to the room, under the small orange light.

Senbei's desire to move away as soon as possible is increasing day by day.

She opened the house-finding software and continued to search for the rental information.

It's not that I didn't work hard, but it was quite difficult to call and communicate with people.

Sometimes she fumbled for a long time without talking about the main point, and the other side had already scolded "Neurotic" and hung up the phone.

Senbei is very distressed.

I don’t know how to deal with all kinds of emergencies in group life (?)...

But it's impossible for her to take a step out of the room in her life...

Thinking of this, Senbei raised his hands and patted both cheeks.

Cheer up, senbei!

Sigh softly in my heart, save some landlord contact information.

Xianbei cut back to the address book and spotted Chen Zhuo's name.

Her last cup of milk tea was indeed not given by him, and the slightest expectation also fell in an instant.

Since moving away, Senbei is embarrassed to contact him again.

Chen Zhuo would send her a message, and she simply replied with a few words, and nothing else.

Senbei opened the takeaway app, and "Zhongyi" was still at the top, 4.4km, 40 minutes.

Maybe in a few days, the distance will increase, or if she clicks in again, the software will only remind her coldly that it is out of the delivery range...

The easiest thing to change interpersonal relationships is time and distance, not to mention that the world of the two is extremely different.

It would be very difficult to have intersections...

Can I see him again...

Xianbei pressed off his mobile phone and looked out the window, deep and long night, endless.

——

This general uncomfortable situation of mine clearance continued until the tenth day.

Yuanyuan suddenly broke into the door, rushed into her room, pulled the senbei on the bed, and shook her vigorously:

"My boyfriend found you a good place to stay!"

Senbei rubbed his eyes: "Huh...?"

Yuanyuan stopped moving: "A good place, you are absolutely satisfied."

Senbei blinked: "What?"

Yuanyuan snapped his fingers: "He said it was his friend's house. He didn't have much hope, because this friend didn't rent it out, so he asked tentatively. After talking about your situation, he actually agreed."

Crackers:"??"

Yuanyuan pinched her shoulders, as if she was happy for her: "It's near your former apartment! The city center! Milk tea concentration camp! The rent is suburban standard! Is it pie in the sky, you say!"

Senbei is still dumbfounded.

Before she could digest it slowly, Yuanyuan let go: "You clean up and move tomorrow."

——

Didn't check the house, let alone communicate, so he was sold out? ?

Senbei packed her things and sat in the room with her knees and waited patiently.

It's just... still in the clouds and fog, dizzy.

...Forget it, it's not the first time someone has been so arranged, pushing forward.

Because it is a working day, Yuanyuan goes to work in the comic club.

Near noon, Yuanyuan's boyfriend came back, opened the door and went straight to Senbei's room to help her with luggage.

Senbei quickly touched the cap on the bedside table and put it on.

Well, the bangs seem to be long...

After being pressed down, his eyes pierced a little.

Senbei swept up a little bit, dropping his head as usual, tucking his hands back into his pockets, and following her boyfriend Yuanyuan downstairs.

The boy chattered in front: "Don't worry, my friend is very nice, and he said you have a lot of luggage, so he came to pick it up. Yuanyuan entrusts your affairs to me, I will definitely do my best to do it right..."

One after another, out of the corridor, a Land Rover parked there.

The sunlight was dazzling, Senbei shrank his chin, hiding as much of his face as possible in the brim of his hat.

Bang, it's the sound of the car door being brought up.

Yuanyuan’s boyfriend put the suitcase on the side of Senbei’s legs, just about to hold the lever——

One hand was one step closer to her, and put it there.

The palm of the hand is distinct, and the veins on the back of the hand are full of masculinity.

Landlord? !

In a moment of surprise, she suddenly heard that he called her name:

"Crackers."

Long-lost but familiar.

Eh?

Huh? !