At around 12:30 noon, Cheng Jinyang returned home from the clinic, opened the door, and almost didn't bare out of his eyes.

All the objects in the living room are neatly arranged, and at a glance, you can tell that they are caused by some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. The floors were carpeted with white cashmere, and the walls were replaced with new wallpaper, all of which were wiped clean from the counters, tabletops and coffee tables.

A young woman is holding a rag and carefully wiping the windowsill. She wears a uniform emblazoned with "Cleaning Robot", and the light on her left temple indicates that it is not a flesh-and-blood human, but a highly simulated domestic synth.

"This cleaning task is over, and the next door-to-door cleaning time is 20:00 tonight." In the end, the synthetic man stood up, compared his heart on his chest, and smiled at the dumbfounded Cheng Jinyang, "I am Xiao Yun, the maid robot of Tairong 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 his mobile phone: "Oh, it's ......"

"Don't be stupid, this is set up by the program, not really asking for praise." The bathroom door opened, and Xing Yuanzhi, who had just washed her hair, walked out, still wiping her long wet black hair with a towel.

"You just washed your hair?" Cheng Jinyang asked.

"That's right."

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

"When I took a shower this morning, I didn't bring a change of clothes, so I just rinsed my body." Xing Yuanzhi picked up the hair dryer and explained, "Just now this time I made up for the morning bath. ”

This thing still owes a back-up ...... Cheng Jinyang was a little speechless, only to hear Xing Yuanzhi say again:

"I've replaced your toothcups, toothbrushes, and towels with new ones. In the future, it must be changed once a week, and I will pay for it. ”

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

"Do you know how much fungus, tartar, dandruff and dead cells accumulate on your personal cleaning products after a week of use?" Xing Yuanzhi looked disgusted, "If you don't want to lose it, I'll buy a bucket later, throw all your old things in the bucket, and cover the bucket when not in use to prevent the fungal spores inside from floating out - this is as long as your things ferment in it, and it's no problem to grow hairs and mushrooms." ”

Cheng Jinyang: ???

"Ahem, since you paid for the new one, the old one will be lost." was furious by Xing Yuanzhi's disgusting description, Cheng Jinyang could only cough and agreed.

Xing Yuanzhi, who had finished blowing her hair, snorted coldly and turned her head into the room.

Cheng Jinyang sighed, feeling that this girl was really not cute at all, and she was blind to her good appearance, figure and temperament.

"What are you doing outside?" Xing Yuanzhi suddenly poked her head out of the room, "Come in." ”

"Huh? Good. ”

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

"I'll sleep here from now on." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the single bed and patted the mattress under her, "Your bed is still yours to sleep in." ”

"Ah, isn't that a ...... we're in the same room?"

"They are already living together, whether they sleep in the same room or not, do you think outsiders will care?" Xing Yuanzhi sneered.

"I have to admit that what you said also makes some sense." Cheng Jinyang was thoughtful.

"It makes sense." Xing Yuanzhi's eyelids jumped, "I said it, don't call me Ah Zhi." ”

"By the way, where did my closet go?"

"You've moved to the empty second bedroom next door. And my personal belongings, all moved there. ”

"So you moved all over in one morning? So fast! ”

"yes, so what?"

"I always feel like you're impatient about living together......"

"Let me remind you that living together does not mean that I will definitely marry you in the future, so if you have any delusions, it is better to keep them in your heart and not to embarrass everyone by saying them."

"Don't worry, Zhi. I didn't think I would mind my partner's habits, but now it seems that at least the cleanliness habit needs to be eliminated beforehand. Cheng Jinyang sighed, "The utility bill alone is enough to make my flesh ache." ”

"So I said, I'll pay for the utilities." Xing Yuanzhi sighed, "And how many times do you want me to mention it?" Don't call me Ah Zhi, thank you. ”

"No, you have to consider that if we get married, then your money is my money, and paying such a large amount of money every month is like cutting my flesh with a knife." Cheng Jinyang shook his head, "If you don't call Ah Zhi, what do you want me to call you?" ”

"No problem, even if we get married, we will do a 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', 'Miss Xing', 'Miss Xing', it's okay." ”

"But I think 'Ah Zhi' sounds better, if you can call it in two words, why do you have to use three words?"

"Because I hate being called 'Ah Zhi', you don't need to know why." Speaking of this, Xing Yuanzhi suddenly paused strangely and stared at Cheng Jinyang with wide eyes.

"Hey, Cheng Jinyang...... Don't you, don't you know why, I hate that title? Her voice was deep, like a snake peeking out of the grass and hissing its tongue.

"Why?" Cheng Jinyang asked in surprise.

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

After a long time, she didn't see any flaws on Cheng Jinyang's face, so she slowly put away her gaze and said in a low voice:

"Anyway, don't call me Ah Zhi anymore."

"Okay, Zhi." Cheng Jinyang nodded, and then as if he had reacted, he waved his hand with a dry smile and said, "No, I got used to it just now, I'm sorry." ”

"You should break this habit for me sooner!" Xing Yuanzhi glared at him vigorously and walked out.

The reason why I don't like the title "Ah Zhi" is because in the nightmare, that person also called her like this.

The woman she hated so much.

"Miss Xing!" Cheng Jinyang, who came to a conclusion, put on a warm smile and left the bedroom, "What do you want to eat at noon today?" ”

"I've already ordered the food, I'll deliver it later." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the sofa and pressed the remote control hard as if venting her anger.

"Dish? If you have a habit of cleanliness, you actually eat takeout? ”

"A certain restaurant opened by our Xing clan is a poor family, but it is trustworthy in terms of hygiene." Xing Yuanzhi said perfunctorily, pressing the remote control to jump off the platform frequently.

The program on TV cut from the male lion who was bitten by the lioness, to the male protagonist who was slapped by the female protagonist in the soap opera, and then to the live broadcast of the ruins of Songjiang from the aerial filming, Xing Yuanzhi was still pressing it until Cheng Jinyang snatched the remote control from her hand.

"I'd like to see this." Cheng Jinyang stopped at a TV station that she had just skipped over.

This is the recently popular adaptation of the animation "The Sword of the Blue", which is probably about a certain invincible male protagonist at the beginning, who single-handedly brought eight beautiful girls to the super god level from scratch, and the eight girls who have become gods in the later stage are all kinds of bloody stories for him.

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

After a few moments, the doorbell rang again.

Cheng Jinyang got up to open the door, only to carry a large box of heavy things from the courier synthetic, and turned around with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Ah, I've got something for you here." Xing Yuanzhi showed a rare cold smile.

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

"The gravitational algorithm you want." With a certain imperceptible evil taste, Xing Yuanzhi said lightly.