Speaking of last night, I must start with the metal statue that I broke down. The same awkward and passive situation, in this big house, I have already faced more than this morning, this may be the most fundamental reason why I rolled up my sleeves and went to work immediately.

After the statue was knocked down, I also dragged Jing Chengjun to the ground. I must admit that, at first, it was I who hugged each other tightly.

When he gently put his arms around me, for a moment, my mind was completely confused. Like a rolling wave, many different images flashed in my mind, and my mind was racing and my heart couldn't catch up.

Maybe a girl who is suddenly hugged by a strange man will be so nervous for a while.

My body was always touching his body, the warmth of his palms, the softness of his snort, and the thick and lovely eyelashes that were born on his upper eyelids. It's all what disturbs my thoughts. My arguments, my fangs and claws, I was extremely excited to tear him together, but I also vaguely felt that he had never used the most fundamental power of men.

I don't know what he's thinking, I don't know what he's trying to do. I didn't answer his question. Because, I can't have seen him.

He just kept the same position, he pressed lightly against me, and everything was so natural.

"Mr. Jing, don't you have someone you like?"

Jing Chengjun probably didn't expect me to suddenly say such a sentence. He laughed and let out a "snort~" sound in his nose. "Why do you ask this?"

"If there is. You can't just hug a stranger like that. ”

"Why not?"

I expected him to answer like that. It seems that my judgment was correct. "You and I have different emotional concepts. I don't want to explain. Can I take the initiative to request to go to the basement now? ”

He propped himself up on his elbows, "Why?" He asked, looking at my face.

I think you're playing hooligan! My legs are numb when you press me! I want to stay true to my emotional expectations. The first two are truthful, and the last sentence I feel is very hypocritical and pure nonsense. I sighed, "Do you want to be like this all the time?" ”

"Otherwise, I'll take you upstairs."

"Huh!?"

He laughed, and laughed very exaggeratedly. He rolled over and sat up from beside me. He smiled and stared at my face, and then he smiled even more. Taking advantage of this moment, I got up from the ground with my ass peeing flowing. All of a sudden, it jumped far away.

"You don't have to hide. I'm not going to do anything to you. He laughs.

"That's the best!"

"Is your question insinuating me?"

"What's shadowing you?" I deliberately played dumb. What am I insinuating about you? You meant to be.

"Say I'm probably an inattentive person."

"I didn't say that."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't want to answer." What does this have to do with you.

"Your breasts are flatter than mine, so you shouldn't be able to find a boyfriend."

"What did you say?!"

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't say anything more. He stood up and picked up the unidentified object. He tugged at the package, dividing it by two, and a metal statue with a unique shape appeared in front of me. It turned out to be a virtual violin. It is called virtual because of its color and form. It's the color of gray tinsel, and the silhouette is like a violin.

You can't describe this thing as beautifully made, it's obviously special, and from a distance, there's a sense of post-modern disorientation.

Jing Chengjun sat on the sofa with his butt, and he pulled the one-person-tall "violin" in front of him, and the heavy base scraped against the carpet, making a dull sound. He looked at the statue carefully and frowned slightly. He lifted his eyelids and picked me out. "You've broken it." He looked a little impatient.

"What's wrong?" I looked at the statue of Jing Chengjun and him from afar, and I was standing too far away from him to understand it.

"This front is broken." He said in a muffled voice.

"Very.. Is it expensive? I asked tentatively.

"It's the work of a new designer. I've been waiting a long time. He shook his head and stood up. Let's go upstairs and eat first. He didn't look at me, but walked straight to the top of the stairs.

I watched as his figure hid around the corner of the stairs before I hurried towards the statue. As the distance got closer, I slowly saw the material of the giant "violin". It is a solid wire. In fact, the entire statue is meticulously woven from fine gray tinsel. The closer you look, the more you'll realize that this thing is not simple.

It's not a craft, it's a work of art.

It takes a lot of time and effort to go from idea to design to final product. Standing in front of it, I can fully imagine the process of its birth.

And now, I've broken it...

As a work of art, any imperfection is devastating. The strings of the violin, the bow of the lower middle, were flattened......

Although I can shirk it, I can say that I didn't do it, maybe it was broken during transportation... I looked at the violin for a while, then I stood up and walked briskly towards the staircase.

Jing Chengjun had his back to me and was picking noodles out of a small pot with a fork. He turned around and met my startled gaze. "Just in time, bring these two plates to the table."

I was stunned for a moment, "Oh. "I slid over and saw two servings of white noodles on the counter. A transparent amphora sits on the stove to boil water. Seeing that the water was about to boil, Jing Chengjun quickly threw the two instant sauce packets into it. He extinguished the fire and leaned against the edge of the cooking table and waited.

I sat at the dining table, staring at the two portions of white noodles that were about to fall off. It's pasta, but it's so pale and weak, I 'admire' in my heart. He kept clamoring to eat, and it turned out that he was eating this.

Is this the essence of the life of the legendary drunken gold fan?

Jing Chengjun used a large tong to clamp out two sauce packets from the pot and throw them into the bowl, he held the bowl in one hand and walked to the table with two forks in the other. He placed the bowl on the table and pulled out a chair across from me and sat down. He gave me one of the forks in his hand. I silently took the fork, and he gave me a blank look.

I had just reached for the sauce packet when he hit me with one hand, "Be careful! Scald! I quickly withdrew my hand, but he picked up a bag, and he carefully tore open the bag, and suddenly a hot breath burst out, and he neatly sprinkled the sauce on my noodles. I watched his every move the whole time, and I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling in my heart.

He then drizzled the sauce over his noodles. "Eat." He said without looking up as he stirred the noodles with his fork.

"That statue is expensive, isn't it?"

He didn't answer, but lowered his head and ate his noodles seriously. It only made me ink.

What's wrong with this?

"What's going on with your car, can I take a look at it later?"

"Don't worry, eat the contents of your plate first. I will also calculate the cost of the statue one by one. He said calmly.

I write a lot of mental activity, but in fact, my brain turns to last night, which is a matter of seconds. Things still have to turn back to "when you secretly stood next to me." ”

Jing Chengjun's face was kind and moist, and there was a hint of playfulness in his sharp eyes.

As he said, I did stand in front of him and scrutinize him.

He slept alone on the sofa on the first floor, with a small blanket on his body, similar to the one distributed on airplanes. His head rested on a cushion, and the metal violin stood at his feet.

The moonlight shone in through the high floor-to-ceiling windows, covering his cheeks, soft and stretched, and each of his eyelashes fell asleep.

Jing Chengjun curled his legs, he rolled over, and the small blanket covering his stomach fell to the ground. I hurriedly took a few steps back. He didn't wake up, he was still asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and crept over again. His shirt was rubbed together, and I could get a glimpse of the solid muscles in his lower abdomen. I leaned down, gently tugged at the blanket on the floor, and tiptoed back over him.

Before that, I had a brief hesitation, as I had when I first found out that he was actually sleeping on the couch.

I'm always confused when I'm faced with him.

He's like a subtle and seductive fragrance, I don't know if it's with gloomy patchouli or pepper with vanilla, he's spicy and rich. He also had a thin smell of * on him.

The smell is warm, like two lovers snuggling together naked, and the unique sweetness rubbing between the skins. It is the richest smell of the husk.

Why did he sleep here? Doesn't he own a lot of rooms? Isn't it possible to have a bed in every room? I remembered the big bed upstairs. I slept where he was supposed to be. I turned around and walked away gently.

The honey-brown solid wood steps make a subtle "creaking" sound when you step on your feet, and I glance back at you every few steps. Do you know all of this?

"I'm just passing through. It's a little strange to see you sleeping on the couch. I said calmly, "I'm not a voyeur, since you know it." I glanced up at the clock on the wall. It's almost ten o'clock, can I go? Oh yes, do you still have to check the bookshelves? ”

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

But I still couldn't get out of this big house. Jing Chengjun took me directly to the underground garage, and we walked straight down from the first floor. I followed him, and everything here was new to me.

This private garage is not big, but it is more than enough to park five or six cars. Jing Chengjun parked a total of two, a black SUV and a black business car. Jing Chengjun walked straight to the off-road vehicle, and he got into the car directly. "Come on. I'll send you out. ”

"This is the one I hit?" I walked around to the back of the buggy and saw a skewed butt intact. I stumbled to the back of the van again.

Apparently neither of these two cars was an accident car.

"That one is moored to the ground." Jing Chengjun said.

"Can I take a look first?"

He glanced at his watch, "There's no time." Let's go first. ”

I knew I couldn't beat him. I turned to the passenger door and pulled it open.

The body was rubbed with bright sunlight, and the off-road vehicle slowly drove out of the basement, and my mind was suddenly relieved.

Not far away, a silver-gray sports car was parked in the open space, with a wide and flat body, and the reversing mirror was like the head of a long-necked dragon, shining brightly in the sun.

It's a pity that from this angle I passed, I couldn't see the rear of the car at all.