The conversation with Nan's father completely destroyed Xie Beiheng's fanatical liking for Nan Chuji.

After returning to the residence, he turned off his mobile phone and curtains, closed his eyes and lay on the bed to think about his relationship with Nan Chuji.

Nan Chuji and her family's attitude is already very clear, is there still any need for him to persevere?

One voice told him to persevere, and another told him to give up......

I don't know why, no matter how troublesome the digital programming is, he can solve it, but as long as it is related to Nan Chuji, he can't figure it out.

His mind was foggy, and it wasn't until the shrill doorbell rang that it pulled him back to reality.

When he saw that it was Nan Chuji from the cat's eye, he immediately opened the door in ecstasy.

Nan Chuji was wet all over his body, and when he saw him, he asked urgently, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

"I fell asleep and my phone turned off." He hurriedly beckoned Nan Chuji into the room, "It's raining outside, you won't even bring an umbrella, right?"

"Your mother can't contact you, I don't know where to find my number, and I asked me to come and see you. Call her back, I'm leaving." Nan Chuji wiped the rain from his forehead and turned around to leave.

At the moment when he saw Nan Chuji, all Xie Beiheng's complaints disappeared, and he quickly said: "You look like this when you go home and catch a cold. I have dry towels and a hair dryer in my room, you can dry your hair before you go."

Nan Chuji's body was stunned, and before she could think about whether to stay, a strong arm pulled her into the room.

When the door lock fell, Xie Beiheng realized that he was still holding her hand, and hurriedly let it go, "The innermost is the bathroom, and there are clean towels in the drawer at the bottom of the washer, you hurry up and wipe it."

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and a wave of warmth hit, and Nan Chuji sneezed.

"What's there to ink!" Xie Beiheng smiled and scolded, and stretched out his hand to her, "Take off your coat, I'll dry it for you."

Nan Chuji originally wanted to leave immediately, but the ghost made Shenchao take off his coat and hand it to Xie Beiheng, "Thank you. Call your mom right away to report her safety."

"Right now." Xie Beiheng stared at her and smiled.

Nan Chuji took advantage of the gap when he walked into the bathroom and looked at the layout of the room.

More than 200 square meters, the living room accounts for nearly half.

It's not so much a living room as a machine room.

The tables, chairs and furnishings in the living room have been moved to the east wall, and four top-of-the-line desktop computers occupy the most prominent position in the living room.

Take-out lunch boxes are piled up on the computer desk, and a few clothes hang crookedly on the drying rack on the balcony.

Every furnishing in the room was worth a lot, and she glanced at it when she passed by the master bedroom, which was a messy bedding, half on the bed and half on the floor.

It gives her the feeling that it is a casual, informal life. literature

The bathroom was still clean and tidy, she washed her face with hot water, found a hair dryer and plugged it in, and Xie Beiheng walked in.

Without her permission, Xie Beiheng snatched the hair dryer in her hand and blew it on her long hair scattered behind her head, "I'll blow it for you."

"No, I can do it myself." She turned around to grab it, but she didn't expect a bundle of long hair to be held in Xie Beiheng's hand, which tore her scalp painfully.

"What's there to fight about blowing your hair!" Xie Beiheng still had no intention of letting go, "I can't still eat you!"

At this time, the two stood in front of the washing mirror, their clothes touching, and their eyes met in the mirror.

To avoid embarrassment, she didn't have anything to say: "Did you call your mother?"

"A message was sent." Xie Beiheng was a little weak-hearted.

Because he knew that as long as he dialed Wen Lan's phone, Wen Lan would be endless, and he finally waited for the opportunity to be alone with Nan Chuji, and he didn't want to miss a minute or a second.

Nan Chuji let out a soft "oh".

In just a few minutes, the heat from the hair dryer not only dried her long hair, but also burned her heart in a panic.

Just now it was clear that he should have walked away without hesitation, and at this time, he should have made his attitude clear, but she

But they don't have the courage to act.

Because at this moment, she was a little greedy for the feeling of Xie Beiheng standing by her side.

Xie Beiheng's hand stroked her hair very gently, occasionally touching her head and neck, itchy, numb, and indescribably charming.

After a brief silence, she spoke again, "My dad has made everything clear to you, right?"

"I made it clear, but I didn't hear a word." The haze in Xie Beiheng's heart has been swept away, and his eyebrows and eyes have returned to the unruliness of the past, "Life is just a few decades, it is not easy to meet a person you really like, how can you be swayed by other people's words."

In an instant, Nan Chuji's heartstrings seemed to have been knocked by something.

Yes, life is short, and it is not easy to meet someone you like, why choose to escape and not fight for yourself?

"Xiao Chu, did you say it, huh?" Xie Beiheng reluctantly let go of her long hair, which had long been blown dry, and asked with a smile.

"It's Nan-sensei!" Nan Chuji blushed and corrected, "My name is not what you can call."

"Scream!" Xie Beiheng deliberately angered her, "Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu-"

"It's time for me to go." Before she left the bathroom, Xie Beiheng had already passed her, threw her coat into the dryer, and quickly clicked the turn button.

Nan Chuji went to the living room to look for a coat, and Xie Beiheng pointed to the dryer that was working on the balcony, "I'm sorry Mr. Nan, your coat can only be taken out in two hours."

Nan Chuji knew that he did it on purpose, but for some reason he didn't complain at all, but he was relieved to be able to stay with him for a while.

"Thank you for the dryer and hair dryer." She dismissed the idea of tearing it down any further, bent her sleeves, threw all the lunch boxes on the table into the trash, and then found a rag to wipe the table.

Xie Beiheng's jaw dropped almost when he was shocked by this scene, leaning in front of the computer desk with his arms in his arms, staring at Nan Chuji's busy figure, and the corners of his lips couldn't hide a smile.

"Since I decided not to spend my family's money anymore, I don't even dare to use part-time work. That game sold for £80,000, and as long as I wasn't too profligate, I could live comfortably for a few months."

Nan Chuji was inexplicably sad when she heard it, "Actually, you don't have to be so serious."

"It's not more true, it's what it says. I promised you to fend for yourself, and if you can't even do this, am I still a man!" Xie Beiheng walked behind her, and stretched out his long arms to hug her from behind.

She shuddered, and the rag in her hand fell to the floor.

"Xiao Chu, just let me hug me for a while, really for a while-" Xie Beiheng was afraid that she would be disgusted, so his strength was very light, and his tone was almost pleading, "To be honest, I was really hit by your father at your house today."

Nan Chuji put away his previous fierceness and let him hug him, because he was shy, his face and earlobes were so red that they seemed to be dripping blood.