Chapter 8: The Idol of the Year (8)

Yue Chen's long eyelashes shook, he came back to his senses, and pinched his palm hard before he found his voice.

Yue Chen shook his head and said, "Just now, it's almost cleaned up." ”

His luggage itself is not much.

“…… Will it get into trouble? After a while, Yue Chen asked in a low voice.

Como opened the car door: "Don't worry. ”

He wasn't worried that the woman would call the police, even if he reported it, he could find someone to suppress it, but the more dusty it would be in the future, and this matter might be used by someone with a heart to make a fuss.

However, it doesn't matter, it's just on your own head when the time comes.

After thinking about it, Ke Mo looked at him, and said lightly, "You can't stay in a hotel alone when you're just an adult, why don't you stay in my place for a while?" ”

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Commo was not short of money. I have a car, a house, and a stable job.

However, the 20,000 yuan that was not spent just now will indeed make his life a little more difficult in a short period of time.

Back in the twelfth-floor apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms, Ke Mo didn't choose to tell Yue Chen this, so as not to increase his psychological pressure.

It's just that after turning on the warm light in the living room, seeing Yue Chen's complicated eyes, Ke Mo thought about it, and said with a pale face: "The temper you said before, after this battle, I changed my opinion a little." ”

Yue Chen didn't say a word, just looked at him blindly, and the thin duffel bag in his hand hadn't been put down.

Seeing this, Ke Mo tried to pull the corners of his mouth and give a smile: "It's quite useful." At least degassing. ”

But the natural insensitive facial expression nerves still made him taste full of frustration - he was equipped with an arm force device on his mouth? No matter how you pull it, you can't pull it?

It's literal.

So Como stopped struggling, and regained his calm expression in a second.

He ended up with a lyrical part that he was not good at all: "However, you don't need to be moved, and you don't need to change your opinion of me as a person. The wool is out of the sheep, work hard in the future, cooperate with me a little more, even if you don't owe it, is it okay? ”

The dust does not speak. Standing motionless at the entrance, it took a long time to say "um", and there was no rejection in his eyes.

……

After the first shower, Ke Mo explained the precautions for using the bathroom, and then concentrated on cleaning the guest room.

How long Yue Chen will live is still an uncertain number, and he can afford to raise two people, so he doesn't have to worry.

Commo was in a good state of mind, and finally clapped his hands and left the room contentedly, but he forgot the ...... that he had left in the bookcase of the guest room not long ago. A ...... of all evils Extremely deep ...... It's all pleats...... Gay literature.

Late at night.

Yue Chen lay on the extraordinarily comfortable and soft bed, staring at the mild and low-brightness small wall lamp above his head.

Today's development is really beyond his expectations and imagination.

Remembering that at that time, Como calmly finished everything, and asked himself as if he was nothing, and ended the whole thing in an orderly manner, he had a feeling of unreality in a dream.

It's not that I feel that this thing is unreal, but I feel that Como is a person who can't figure it out.

How can there be such a calm person.

After all, it was a teenager who had just turned eighteen, and he had just crossed adulthood, Yue Chen pursed his lips, and it was difficult to describe the accelerated heartbeat at that moment.

couldn't control the repeated recollections, and even thought of the first meeting, the memories of meeting again and again, Yue Chen tried his best to maintain his expressionless face, but his heartbeat became more and more uncontrollably disordered.

So much so that in the end, he couldn't sleep at all, as if the nerves in his whole body were active.

Call.

Unable to bear the beating heart anymore, Yue Chen took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, sat up, and pressed the beating temples.

The phoenix eyes, which seemed to have fallen stars, were full of confusion.

What he needed to help him sleep, for the first time in his life.

Scanning the entire guest room, Yue Chen remembered that Ke Mo said that he could use the things here at will without worrying.

So, you can also read books, right? Yue Chen was embarrassed to get out of bed and walk to the wooden bookcase.