"Of course." Seungjoon replied.

The girl didn't say anything more, she turned around and walked briskly towards the pile of cardboard boxes. She quickly found the paper cutter on the floor and quickly sliced open the first cardboard box. Hunched over, she picked out a few books from the box, starting with the one that was at her height level. She was very fast, and the first carton of books was quickly stacked by her, and the books were crowded together in different heights. Seungjun frowned and watched, but he didn't squeak, but chose to let her make a mistake. He swayed from side to side in front of the bookshelf with her back, her long hair sliding over her shoulders as she moved. Her hair was not jet black and droopy, but the color of a chestnut shell. This hair color will look very dull in poor light, but in sunlight, it will show a hidden glow. The girl is born with a curly and her little head is always hairy.

"Aren't you leaving?" She shook her back and shook it.

"Why are you so idle? Don't you even have to work? ”

Seungjun didn't say anything. She turned her head to glance at him, her expression calm, but with a hint of warmth. Seungjun grabbed a pillow and put it under his elbow, and he reclined down.

"Are you so interesting?" She shook her head again.

The girl stopped looking back at him, as if she was angry, and she improved her efficiency. The second box, the third box, and the middle of the two large bookshelves were all filled by her, and she adjusted her strategy. She first hollowed out one of the boxes of books, placed them all horizontally on the edge of the middle layer, then stepped on another unopened cardboard box, and stacked them horizontally on the top layers. The girl is not short, but these two large bookshelves touch the sky and the ground, and she can't reach the top two floors on tiptoe.

It's a pity that this method was only thought of when she was halfway through the project, so when the middle and lower floors were gradually filled, the upper floors still had a lot of storage space. And she still has a lot of books that she has nowhere to put them. And if she vacated the last box of books, she would have nowhere to step on it.

She stood on the big cardboard box and seemed to be stunned for a moment. But soon, she was back to work. She began to pour the books from the middle floor to the upper floor. Seungjoon sat up, he hesitated, he stood up and walked towards her.

"It's time." He stood behind her and said softly.

The girl didn't speak, she didn't stop what she was doing, she was still tossing and turning on her own. Seungjun picked out two books from the shelves and handed them to her, she glanced at them, but didn't take them. "I don't need your help. I saved you from coming back and saying that you helped me, and what other problems did you give me. ”

She jumped down from the other side of the cardboard box, leaned over to pick up the paper cutter on the ground, and sliced open the last cardboard box.

"Don't do it yet. Let's go eat. ”

"It's all done, worry-free. Save me from making things difficult for you. She just sat on the floor, trying to fill the bottom floors. People like you, shouldn't you all have a separate study or something, why are all the books in the bedroom? ”

"It's just a small part, and it's all I turn over a lot." Seungjoon replied.

"Cut~~ You read a lot of books~" Her tone was brisk, with a mocking tone.

"Let's go have breakfast first. Wait a minute to come back and redo it. ”

"What did you say!? Why?! Her "whoosh" popped off the ground.

Chengjun deliberately straightened his face, "The height is uneven, and the Chinese and English ones should be separated." ”

The girl raised her eyes, she might have been hollowed out by Wen Xuan. "Then why didn't you tell me beforehand?!"

"Why do you think I'm putting two bookshelves here?"

"How do I know what's going on in your head all day? Anyway, you're a man, you have to count when you talk, and at ten o'clock in the morning, you must let me go home! Otherwise, I'll call the police! You are illegally imprisoning others in their freedom! ”

"Okay. There you go. Seungjun understated.

After Jing Chengjun gave me a smack, he left me and turned to leave the bedroom.

I froze where I was, looking at the two shelves full of books, and then at the empty house.

What sin have I done to cause such a thing?

Instead of swallowing dates, it is better to be at ease. I comforted myself as I unloaded the books from the shelves. Oh, and I'm hungry. No one came up to me during this time. The Filipino woman named Sherley also disappeared from my life, and she was never seen again. The bedroom door was open, but there was no sound outside, and the whole mansion was as silent as death.

My mood gradually calmed down, and some people complained about life all day long, but they continued the same way, and the cycle continued. Just like me now, I have repeatedly resisted, been defeated and defeated, and have been defeated and frustrated. It's really hard to do it now.

But people love life, and I don't love him.

It's ridiculous that I could even think of falling in love with this person? Do I have Stockholm syndrome? The best way to kill a person's will is to control it, and from yesterday evening to now, I have almost been consumed by this man. I hit myself twice on the head with my hand, and I decided to get rid of this person mentally.

In fact, the proportion of English books is higher than that of Chinese. The content of the books is also very extensive, with a large proportion of books on economics, some on science and technology, as well as a series of books on specific majors, and several books on psychology, including two books on child psychology. This was a surprise to me. It's a pity that these books are all in English, and my English level is limited, so I only flipped a few pages, and I couldn't understand it. In addition to this, there are popular books such as biographies of celebrities and novels.

I don't even bother to go up to a particularly heavy book, including a set of picture books on marine life. In five copies, the packaging is very beautiful. They don't seem to have been turned over at all, though. I lined it up at the bottom of the shelf.

Judging from the category of books he reads, this guy has a wide range of interests.

I walked down the stairs with my beautiful white oak handrail. I don't know exactly how much time I spent it. I think I'm pretty neat at what I'm doing.

I found Jing Seungjun at the bar on the second floor. He sat on a high stool, hunched over the bar, staring intently at the laptop monitor in front of him. He had a fancy mug at his hand. I pretended to cough twice, and he looked up to catch a glimpse of me on the steps. "All done?" He asked.

"yes." I walked downstairs with my head down, walked around to the table, pulled a chair and sat down. The clock on the wall shows that it is nine o'clock. Not bad, I probably used it for less than an hour. It's still an hour before I leave him, and if nothing else, he'll arrange for me to have breakfast... I figured it out to myself.

"There's orange juice and milk in the fridge, you can take it yourself and drink it."

Hello you, I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I teased in my heart. I stood up, walked to the fridge, picked up a one-litre can of Tetra Pak orange juice, took a glass from the shelf of the water table, and poured myself a large glass of orange juice. I shoved the jar of orange juice back into the fridge and sat back down with my cup in my hand.

"What about Sherley?" I asked.

"It's time to get off work."

"So early?" It seems that breakfast is also lost.

"I let them go first." He glanced up at me. He closed his computer and walked over to me. "What do you want to eat?"

"Can you eat whatever you want? Can there still be one? "I don't look at him either.

Jing Chengjun walked away. I peeked in, and I watched as he pulled out two eggs, a bag of bread, cheese slices, and a few other bits and pieces from the fridge, all of which he threw on the counter. I never took my eyes off his back after that. Compared with the boiled noodles and instant tomato sauce buns the night before, he doesn't know how many times more proficient in cooking skills now.

Fifteen minutes later, he summoned me with his back on his back. "Take your share of yourself."

I quickly stood up and ran over. He motioned for me to take the plate with two soft-boiled omelettes and slices of toast. I looked at the one in his hand, and he had a two-cornered sandwich on his plate. "Why do I eat differently than you?"

"Are you going to eat me?"

"Uh... Don't, don't. I said, picking up my plate and taking a few steps back.

Jing Chengjun heated up the coffee again, he poured himself a new cup, and finally walked over and sat down across from me.

"What? Don't you eat soft-boiled eggs? He held his chin in one hand and looked at me with a soft look in his eyes.

I don't really like one-sided omelettes, but I can't help it. I devoured the two eggs on my plate. "Didn't you just eat breakfast?" I stared at him quizzically.

He smiled, "I'll wait for you." ”

It left me a little speechless, "Oh.." I pouted and began to eat my bread. He ate pretty fast, and by the time he got on the disc, my bread had just finished eating. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and took a sip of coffee from the table. He put his index finger on the ear handle of the cup and turned the mug in a slight circle, looking like a boring child. "Have you always been a fan of voyeurism?"

I was stunned, but I quickly realized that he might be referring to the incident this morning, when I was standing on the terrace and looking down.

"No, it's not! You just happened to be in the yard! ”

"Oh."

"Do you have a morning swimmer?" To lighten the mood, I'd like to change the subject.

He looked at me in a daze, "I can't swim." ”

"Oh."

"But I have a habit of getting up in the morning to work out. Sometimes I also run. ”

"That's good." I smirked.

"I mean last night."

Belch?

"When you secretly stood by my side."