flstandardbreds Chapter 143: Not really popular, just loves to get away with it (10)
Chapter 143: Not really popular, just loves to get away with it (10)
After the two reached an agreement, Sang Xiuchen rushed to the hotel to help Lian Qingyang pack his luggage. Because Lian Qingyang had decided to stay for a few more days before coming, he brought two extra sets of clothes. The cloth backpack was just filled with two sets of autumn clothes, one thin and one thick. Sang Xiuchen took the backpack and put it on his back. Although he was embarrassed to hold the hand, he also frankly showed his intention.
The two of them were covered tightly, had slender figures, and walked with a steady pace, which attracted the attention of many people. Sang Xiuchen had sharp ears, and the corners of his mouth under the mask raised high when he heard people discussing whether they were a couple.
Back at his residence, Sang Xiuchen took off his mask and glasses, took out a pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at Lian Qingyang's feet: "They are just disposable slippers. Wear them and sit on the sofa. The house is a bit messy, I'll clean it up."
Asking Lian Qingyang to come home was a sudden decision. Before leaving, Sang Xiuchen was in such a hurry that he didn't bother to clean up the things that were scattered around. Now he felt a little embarrassed. After changing his shoes, he went to clean up the snack bags on the coffee table first. He was so anxious that he even forgot to take off his coat.
Lian Qingyang's eyes fell on the sofa piled with clothes, and he couldn't help laughing. He walked over to help him fold the clothes. Sang Xiuchen bent down to tidy up for a while, then looked up and saw Lian Qingyang sitting on the sofa folding clothes, and was stunned.
After folding one piece of clothing and putting it aside, Lian Qingyang noticed Sang Xiuchen's gaze when he raised his hand to pick up another. He took off his mask and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Sang Xiuchen came back to his senses and looked away, touching his nose unconsciously: "It's okay, just put it there, I'll clean it up myself later." In fact, he was so happy in his heart. Lian Qingyang was indeed his destined wife. Just by sitting there helping him fold clothes, he began to fantasize about living together in the future.
"I have nothing to do sitting here, so you two should clean up quickly. What are we having for lunch today? Is there any vegetable at home?" Lian Qingyang folded the clothes faster, and his words were so familiar as if they had always lived together.
Sure enough, these words stunned Sang Xiuchen again. His mind went blank, and before he could think, he started talking: "What do you want to eat? Oh, you like spicy food. There should be something in the refrigerator. I forgot, but there is a supermarket nearby. Let me cook. No, I'm not really good at cooking. How about we order takeout?"
Lian Qingyang piled the folded clothes into a pile, clapped his hands, stood up and walked to the refrigerator: "I can cook, let me do it, you clean the table and remember to put the clothes in the bedroom."
Sang Xiuchen almost hated his own free-spirited mouth. He patted his lips twice, stood up and went to pick up his clothes, saying, "Okay, I've packed it up too. I'll help you later. I'm good at chopping vegetables."
However, Sang Xiuchen made a mess of things in the kitchen, only to be kicked out after making things worse. He stood there feeling a little annoyed. He didn't know why he kept making a fool of himself in front of Lian Qingyang today, which was really destroying his impression score.
But when he turned around and saw the person in the kitchen cooking with ease, his hormones erupted again, rushing to his head and making him want to pounce on her and hug her from behind. Fortunately, he still had a little bit of rationality, so he quickly walked into the bedroom and tried to do something else to divert his attention.
So the fans received another live broadcast reminder from Sang Weiluochen, and the title of the live broadcast was: Let’s talk about the causal relationship between hormone explosion and impulsive thoughts.
Is this the title of your thesis?
[: What a weird title! It's almost winter now, are you already feeling hot? ]
[: It's like the old house is on fire. You really made me cry these days.]
What's going on? I just haven't had time to watch the live broadcast for a few days, and Chen Gou has already started doing a love column?
Sancho began his livestream and slowly calmed down. He didn't turn on his camera, but watched the comments for a while before speaking. "Don't you all eat lunch? Why are you here so quickly? I just made up the title randomly, but if you want to discuss it, that's fine. Let's communicate and learn from each other and make progress together."
【：It's only a little after ten o'clock now, don't worry, my takeout will arrive in 20 minutes】
【: What a blunder, turning the tables and blaming others. Isn't that what you want to discuss?】
[: No, I don’t want to. Who else can I love after a breakup?]
[: Are you in love? You've been in a one-sided crush on Qing Yang ever since you met him. Don't call him "husband" every time you see him.]
【: Huh? Dust Dog is the one below?】
"Hey, what are you talking about? It hasn't come to that yet. We're still friends." Sang Xiuchen quickly stopped the chaotic comments, then glanced at the closed bedroom door and asked in a low voice, "By the way, I'm not bad-looking, and my personality is pretty good, so I should be quite likable, right? Also, I want to ask, do friends help you fold laundry and cook? That kind of male friend?"
[: You're really good at boasting. Ignoring your personality, you're still pretty good-looking.]
[:Yeah, putting aside your personality and looks, you're a nice person, but can you cook, wash clothes, and do housework? Otherwise, no one would want you.]
【: What? What did I just hear? With your mouth, do you have such a good friend?】
[: Good fellow, you didn't take Qingyang home, did you? ]
[: So you, a master, have nothing to do and leave me to cook in the kitchen? ? Dust dog, I despise you.]
Sang Xiuchen continued in a low voice, "I can't throw it away. My face is the only thing I have to offer. Qingyang came here voluntarily. I'm not very good at cooking, so I gave it to him. I can wash the dishes after dinner. You don't know how pleasing Qingyang is when he's cooking in the kitchen. He's so beautiful just standing there that he can be a scene. He really makes a living as an actor."
He was chatting with his fans and didn't pay attention to the time. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Lian Qingyang's voice came through the door clearly: "Xiu Chen, are you in the bedroom? It's time for dinner."
[: Is that Qingyang? I want to eat the food you cook.]
[: Wow, a married woman? Love it!]
【: Huh? Chen Gou is really the bottom one. As expected, you can’t judge a person by appearance. Tsundere bottom.】
【：I think I heard Qingyang calling my name, was it Xiuchen? 】
Sanxiuchen didn't even have time to say goodbye to the audience. He raised his hand to turn off the live broadcast, stood up and responded loudly: "I'll be right there."
Everyone was left complaining madly in the live broadcast room that was closed instantly.
【:...Am I a despicable person? 】
【: So we're using it to entertain and relieve fatigue, right?】
[: Dust Dog, you are no longer my electronic pickled mustard greens. I am now your electronic pet.]
[: I'm convinced. I always thought the anchor was a heartless, arrogant, and foolish person, but now he has turned out to be a pure and helpless love-brained person.]
I thought Chen Gou was a lone wolf that couldn't be tamed by anyone, but he turned out to be a dog that couldn't move when he saw Qing Yang.
[: I underestimated Qingyang's attraction to Chen Gou. As soon as he hooked his hand, Chen Gou's tail wagged faster than his brain could think.]
【：Everyone above is talented, and their descriptions are very insightful and to the point】