Long Street

Chapter 32 Cunjin is here?

Jin Fubai’s eyes were serious that day, and his eyes were like the deep sea, which was indulgent.

So when he said that Xiang Yu was going to move in with him, she just hesitated a little. The plastic box with the CD-ROM in her hand was gently placed on the bed, nodding in response, okay.

The movie she picked is very beautiful. It is a very special romance. The protagonist in the background is underage, but the tender feelings are pure and brave. You can’t say that it is not love.

However, Xiang Yu leaned against Jin Fubai’s warm chest in the bedroom illuminated by the TV screen and wandered a few times.

In fact, she understood that when Jin Fubai said he moved over to live with him, he was actually asking her if she would dare.

Dare to approach his life, dare to accompany him to see the true colors of those people.

If you have seen it, dare you still love me.

After the weekend, Xiang Yu went back to work and packed his luggage while going to work.

Almost every day after get off work, Jin Fubai picks her up, sometimes eats with her, sometimes just to take her home.

He had never urged him to move, and gave Xiangyu enough time to think about it.

Xiang Yu has such a temperament. He doesn’t like cumbersomeness. When he graduated from college, many things were given to his roommates.

She doesn’t like to bring a lot of luggage, and she didn’t even take a suitcase when she went to the United States.

It was the same this time. In fact, she didn’t have a lot of things to sort out. Even if she went by alone, Jin Fubai would buy everything for her.

They all know that “packing” is just a buffer time for Xiang Yu to give himself.

She didn’t know if she was brave enough.

I saw Chu Jue in the United States and when I heard his attack.

The night when Jin Fubai was silent and low before returning home.

When she dreamed back at midnight and tossed and turned, she was not completely able to control herself not to think about her wildly.

At the beginning of September, Xiang Yu stood in Zhou Lie’s office, and the flowers on the 7th floor opposite had been red roses for more than ten days.

So she knew that Jin Fubai was also worried about her procrastination.

It’s just that he respects her and is willing to leave her patience.

Also on that day, Xiang Yu held the mini telescope and thought:

People yearn for love, but they are always restrained by timidity and cowardice, so it is better to love it arrogantly once.

It’s better than regret being burned in the years, it hurts when I think of it.

On a sunny Saturday, I packed up a lot of things to the taro model, filled with 29-inch suitcases.

She sat on the suitcase and called Jin Fubai: “When will you come to pick me up? My luggage is packed.”

Jin Fubai had just got up when he received the call and was standing at the window smoking a cigarette.

After listening to her, he laughed with a cigarette in his mouth. The laughter couldn’t be stopped no matter what, the smoke scattered on the window sill, and the room was filled with incense.

He said, “I will pick you up and wait for me.”

The breeze was flowing refreshingly outside the window, and it was the beginning of autumn again.

Jin Fubai still remembers his feelings towards Xiang Yu in October last year.

How should I put it, there are a hundred and a thousand ways to get rid of boredom. Jin Fubai usually doesn’t think about these. He will always be that way, as if he doesn’t even bother to feel “boring” itself.

But one time, in Li Ju’s noisy place, he watched the light reflected on the liquor, and suddenly wondered whether Xiang Yu could be a way for him to get rid of the boredom.

It started so casually.

He said to her, follow me.

In a year’s time, they haven’t had a goodbye, nor have they quarreled, nor have they ever wanted to wave goodbye sensibly, but how did it develop into this?

Jin Fubai even ran a red light on the way to meet Yu.

He was eager to pick her up.

When Jin Fubai drove the car into the Yujia community, the sun was shining. He wore a pair of sunglasses to Yu, sat on the suitcase, and waved to him from a distance.

Her hair grew a little longer, floating with the wind, and the hair was dyed golden coffee color by the sun.

Jin Fubai parked the car in front of her, lifted one arm towards Yu, and picked up her suitcase with the other: “Let’s go, come home with me.”

As the car drove out of the community, the road became more and more unfamiliar.

After playing two rounds of snakes to Yu, he raised his eyes again, and stared at the completely unfamiliar environment around him for a while.

She asked blankly: “Where are we going?”

“Come back home.”

“…This is not the way to the Lee Chin Hotel.”

Jin Fubai sneered: “What kind of home is his shabby place.”

Xiang Yu has never been to Jin Fubai’s house, and has never heard of him having a home in Imperial City.

But think about it, the people in their position, who can’t have a few properties, can really live in a hotel every day?

On the way, I jokingly imagined a lot of scenes like the wine pond meat forest.

She even wondered whether Jin Fubai also hired Li Qi as a staff member when decorating the house to create a luxurious mix and match style, right?

After I arrived, I discovered that it was just a very ordinary high-end community, and I also encountered a few common faces on TV when I walked in the community.

Xiang Yu was very excited to pull Jin Fubai, and asked him if he had any male celebrities. If she met, she wanted to sign.

Jin Fubai glanced at her: “I don’t know.”

The decoration style of his house is very simple, without extra embellishment, it looks a little deserted.

There are not many books in the study, but it is like a CD club that rented CDs when I was a child, with a wall full of CDs.

These CDs are different from Li Yu Hotel, and many of them are signed by actors and directors.

Xiang Yu curiously turned around at Jin Fubai’s house, with his hands behind his back, like a female leader inspecting the work.

Jin Fubai leaned against the wall and asked with a smile, “Leader, are you still satisfied?”

At this moment, Xiang Yuzheng walked to the bathroom door and nodded pretentiously: “It’s okay.”

She opened the bathroom door and was stunned. This bathroom is really embarrassing.

It is the first time for Xiang Yu to see that the bathroom in his home is made of glass, with floor-to-ceiling windows visible on one side. Standing in the bathroom, he can see the green garden in the community and the cars flowing on the street.

She turned her head and asked him, “Isn’t there an illusion that many people see when taking a bath?”

“Not yet.”

Jin Fubai didn’t know much about this house. It seemed that he hadn’t come back for a long time. After a few turns, he found a drinking glass and poured her a glass of mineral water at room temperature.

“It’s so hot, I want to drink it on ice.”

Jin Fubai stared at her with his eyes: “It’s not you who rolls over the bed when you have dysmenorrhea?”

It was also a coincidence that just a few days after Jin Fubai came back, Xiangyu felt painful and sweaty during his menstrual period.

This time Jin Fubai was even more exaggerated. He took the old professor directly to the hotel and gave Xiangyu an injection.

The old professor pushed his glasses and said, it is better for Miss Xiang not to eat raw or cold, and pay more attention to it.

When the old professor left, Xiang Yu saw the Haagen-Dazs raspberry ice cream, imported brand rum and raisin ice cream, and vanilla cocoa cones that she kept in the refrigerator in the suite, all lying in the trash can, grieving.

If it wasn’t for weakness that day, she wanted to choke Jin Fubai to death.

Today is not weak, so Xiang Yu is very spine today.

She squatted next to the suitcase and licked her dry lips: “It’s not iced, I’m not drinking.”

Jin Fubai didn’t say anything. After a few seconds, he took out a pile of clothes to Yu, feeling that he patted her on the shoulder.

Xiang Yu raised his eyes subconsciously, his chin was supported by his hand, and a kiss fell on his lips.

He poured water into her mouth and commented on her with a smile: “Stubbornly.”

Xiangyu held water in it, swallowed it reluctantly, and muttered, “I’m just stubborn, what’s the matter?”

Jin Fubai chuckled lightly, then coaxed people: “I was wrong. You are liked, especially liked.”

He took the clothes in her hand, walked to the closet and opened the door, put her clothes side by side with his, turned his head and asked her, “I feel like I should get you a cloakroom.”

Xiang Yu didn’t know how to answer him for a while.

This house is not a new house, and she doesn’t know how long she can live in, and she also makes a cloakroom specially. Will it be too exciting?

After packing up his luggage that day, Xiang Yu collapsed tiredly on the bed. Jin Fubai suddenly said that the bathroom was changed to a jacuzzi last year, and he didn’t know if it would work well.

Xiang Yu jumped up excitedly, with no slippers on, ran in and shouted to help him try it out.

It turned out that this was a trap. She was pressed on the floor-to-ceiling glass of the bathroom and wiped out.

They didn’t open the ventilation, they kept the hot water after being exposed to the rain, the water mist evaporated, and the ears and temples were rubbing.

Jin Fubai didn’t forget to tease her as he moved. He smiled in her ear in a low voice and said, “Look at the window. Didn’t you ask if there are any male celebrities you like in this community? Maybe you can see it.”

There were busy traffic outside the window, and there were many people in the community. Some were walking their dogs and some were running.

Xiang Yu was put on the glass, and he always felt that even with 20 floors, even with single-sided visible glass, as long as someone looked up, they could be seen.

She was rarely shy, her face flushed, and she gritted her teeth and asked: “Jin Fubai, I want to go back to the bedroom…ah!”

What responded to her was a deeper action.

They just spent the first day at Jin Fubai’s house warmly.

Even after dinner, they walked in the garden downstairs hand in hand, sitting in the pavilion watching two stray civet cats eating cat food fed by kind people.

Like all ordinary couples.

But maybe because of a change of residence, Xiang Yu’s sleep became lighter.

She woke up at night, the bed beside her was empty, and Jin Fubai was not there.

A soft white light seeped through the cracks in the bathroom door, and someone was faintly speaking.

Still a woman’s voice? Speak foreign language?

Walking towards the taro sneakily, the sound inside had stopped, and only Jin Fubai let out a muffled snort.

It’s the kind of sound made with nasal sounds, eh.

It’s so hard to not think about it.

She opened the door and went into the bathroom, frowning like a lady of the imperial palace, with a somewhat unbelievable tone: “You have tossed me like that. You are not satisfied yet? Watching the video, did you solve it again by yourself?”

Jin Fubai was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with his bathrobe open, and something on his fingertips.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled badly, and rubbed the things on his face against Yu’s face: “What am I going to solve?”

Xiang Yu thought it was such a thing, widened his eyes, and wanted to raise his hand to hit him, but suddenly he smelled a scent of mint, and his face was cold.

She blinked: “What is it?”

“ointment.”

“……ointment?”

Jin Fubai smiled happily and asked her, otherwise, what do you think it is?

Xiang Yu ignored him and looked around and found a bottle of imported green ointment on the wash table.

There was no Chinese character on the bottle, and she couldn’t recognize which country it was from in the foreign language on it.

Jin Fubai’s cell phone was placed next to the ointment, and the paused screen showed that he was searching for the ointment usage.

Really…

Misunderstood him.

She cleared her throat, without mentioning the misunderstanding just now, picked up the ointment and pretended to be stupid: “What is this ointment for?”

“Bruises.”

This person was so vigorous before going to bed, so he put on bruises ointment now?

Xiang Yu looked at Jin Fubai carefully, there was still a bit of wetness on his left shoulder.

Could it be that he was strained when he picked her up with one arm this morning?

That should be the case. He also lost a lot of weight when he came back this time. Maybe he is too busy abroad and has no chance to exercise, right?

Jin Fubai frowned: “Cinch, just apply some medicine.”

How to listen and explain like.

Xiang Yu felt that this kind of ointment was slow to work, and the first-class sweat might be wiped off at night. She asked Jin Fubai if there was one that he applied. He said that the medicine box might have it.

She brought the medicine box, turned out the ointment and the adhesive film, got behind Jin Fubai, and clicked on his shoulder: “Is this here?”

“Ok.”

She slapped the ointment on, rubbed Taro’s sleepy and astringent eyes, and mumbled casually: “Why don’t you say it before going to bed? I’ll post it for you if I say it, and I have to toss it in the middle of the night.”

Jin Fu turned his head blankly and refused to answer this question.

Xiang Yu stared at him for half a second, then suddenly chuckled, “Jin Fubai, are you afraid of embarrassment?”