Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 9

"Thank you for visiting Si Tian Bakery for the last time."

As soon as the words fell, the man who was standing foolishly as if supporting a wall, slowly straightened his waist.

He looked at Yu Zhile, with many emotions flashing in his eyes, surprise, absurdity, confusion, disbelief, and mixed feelings.

He didn't pick up the bag of cash with a clear amount, but just looked at the woman in front of him without blinking.Looking at it, the brows that were originally high-spirited also drooped, and unconsciously, they were tinged with a sense of grievance.

The canvas bag was still hanging in the air, Yu Zhile was not afraid of the man's staring gaze, nor was she in a hurry, she just waited quietly for his reaction.

She came prepared and had enough patience to deal with this person and everything related to him.

Looking at each other like this, she found that Jing Sheng had typical dog eyes, with drooping eyes and non-aggressive eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

Only the electronic clock in the living room changes numbers silently, proving that time is still wandering.

After being frozen for a while, Jing Sheng moved his lips slightly, and asked, "Why did you reject me?"

After asking, the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched, showing an unconfident micro-expression.

"No reason." Yu Zhile blurted out.

It's not an early preparation, but a conditioned reflex.Resentment is resentment, what is the reason.

Jing Sheng fell silent again, lowered his eyes, glanced at the bag in her hand, snorted quietly, and replied, "If you don't explain the reason, I won't take the money."

"You don't accept it?" Yu Zhile asked back, raising the bag a bit.

The nearly [-] banknotes were lifted lightly by her, as if she was about to throw them on the ground and discard them like waste, and seemed to be threatening.

Jing Sheng turned his face away stubbornly, and began to move the hand that was not lifting the cake away from behind him little by little.

Seeing this, Yu Zhile immediately grabbed his sneaky arm and pulled it forcefully in front of her.She thought that she must have overestimated her patience.

As if the tip of his tail was set on fire, Jing Sheng almost jumped up on the spot.

A fire burned to the top of his head, Jing Sheng wanted to earn back.But the strength of a woman is greater than he imagined, much greater.

The resistance was futile, and Jing Sheng didn't move.His face kept getting hot, and he could only keep his voice steady: "Does this happen every time? You only know this trick?"

In his tone, he could hear that he was angry.

Yu Zhile handed the bag over: "Hold it carefully, and I'll let it go."

"..." Jing Sheng stared at her well-groomed face, unable to beat his anger.In a hurry, he threw the cake in his left hand out.

With a bang, the milky white gift box hit the marble floor.

"I don't want the cake anymore!" The man with a persimmon face full of embarrassment, quickly snatched the money bag from Zhile's hand.

He flashed into the room, slammed the door behind him, all in one go.

What woman.

What a wonderful woman.

What a ignorant woman.

Jing Sheng grabbed the cloth bag like he was carrying some kind of sharp object, striding fiercely towards the living room.

Passing by the wastebasket, I slammed the bag in my hand into it, and the force was so great that it directly overturned the trash can.

Dizzy with anger, Jing Sheng jumped back to the sofa, and fell on his back, in a stiff corpse-like state.

Staring at the ceiling for a while, his mood gradually eased, Jing Sheng took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and opened WeChat.

The conversation with Yu Zhile ended in her "OK" gesture,

He prepared all night, just to meet her and let her take a look at him. After all, today's him is different from the past, he has a different kind of tired and melancholy handsome.

The results of it?
Shit.

Jing Sheng flipped through the chat box, at first he was patronizing his family, and the chat was so cordial and harmonious, why did it become like seeking revenge when they met?
While muttering curses in his mouth, he opened Yu Zhile's circle of friends.

From the beginning to the end, it is either a small cake or a big cake. There is no daily life, not a single selfie.

selfie...

Yes, selfies.Jing Sheng turned on the phone's front camera.

My father, lying here like this, I have no angle to speak of, and I haven't lost any of my handsomeness, and the little double chin slightly squeezed out because of the posture adds to the cuteness.

Where is the point of rejection?
where?

He wants to know too.

Jing Sheng sat up and flipped through the old photos, the more he looked at them, the more he felt sorry for himself.He thought that sooner or later the woman would regret it so much that she wanted to throw herself into the lake, or the second he mercilessly closed the door, she would have already regretted it.

Maybe it's still in front of the house?
Thinking of this, Jing Sheng got up, put on his slippers, and slowly approached the door of his house.When he arrived, he supported the wall with one hand and turned on the small monitoring screen at the door, intending to take a look at the situation outside.

In the corridor, there was no one there.

she left.

That dizzy feeling of frustration surged into his brain again, and Jing Sheng Gada twisted the doorknob.

Suddenly pulled away, the cold air rushed towards the face, but there was only cold, no one.

But right in front of Jing Sheng's slippers, there was a cake box.Jing Sheng squatted down and took a closer look. The smashed file marks on the gift box could prove that it was the one he threw away just now.

...she left him the cake.

Whoops - cheap broken cake.

Picking up the box with both hands, Jing Sheng carried it back to the tea table.He sat back on the carpet, unwrapped the ribbon, and carefully pulled out the cake inside.

It really was a broken cake, with two butter elk antlers, one was tilted and the other was stuck to the inner wall of the box.

All soft and sweet, has been broken.

Jing Sheng opened the box, took out the knife, fork and small plate, thought for a while, since he was the only one eating, so he put the fork and small plate back, and took a mouthful of butter with a plastic knife.

I licked it, it was quite sweet.

With little interest, Jing Sheng put away the cake knife, wondering whether throwing the cake by himself was a bit too much.

People like him who are engaged in the real estate business have more or less come into contact with ordinary people who run small shops. These people are not rich, and often they can only fill their hearts in the front room of [-] square meters. If you ask them something, you immediately reject it. Come on, you can even say that your face is blushing and your neck is thick.This kind of people usually have the feelings of a small workshop and think that they are the only one in the world.

He thought that Yu Zhile might be one of these people.

The cake is her feelings, her glass heart, and the fruit of her labor.

Throwing it like this, she might be very angry and distressed.

Do you want to apologize?

Jing Sheng put his hands on his forehead, thinking a lot.

However, the apology is too low.

She still said a few words to herself like that.

Might as well wash up and go to bed early.

Ah... It seems that I really feel sorry for her, what's the matter?

Crossing his hands behind his head, Jing Sheng was in trouble. He lowered his chin and stared at the bad cake. After a long time, he suddenly understood.

He thought of a way, not only without apologizing, but also without making him feel so guilty.

Jing Sheng went to the kitchen to get a slightly larger spoon, and in one go, he began... to eat the cake.

One big mouthful, one small mouthful, one mouthful after another, without stopping.

Don’t forget to swear at the cake, ask and answer yourself, talk to yourself:

"You are the only one who is broken, and my heart is also broken today. Why is no one coming to pity me?"

"Oh shit it's too sweet."

"Did Yu Zhile do it for you? Of course not. Yu Zhile just sent you here to be eaten by me. We are all pitiful and abandoned here by the same woman."

"Is it really a four-inch cake? It's so fucking hard to finish, maybe an eight-inch one."

"Ah! The last bite..."

"Goodbye! My friend!" The man was dying, and he waved his hand with a big belly, and went to fish for the mobile phone on the other side: "We will meet again in the toilet in the future, and then I won't eat you... Don't think too much about it."

Jing Sheng burped, took out his phone, and took a picture of the tray with only scattered scum left.

He admired this picture for a while—it was cleanly solved by him, super sincere, and anyone who looked at it would be moved by the picture of the empty tray of cakes.

I plan to send it to Yu Zhile.

Before sending it out, he had to type a sentence: "Although it looks broken, it's still delicious."

That woman's precipice will change her mind because of his benevolence.

After thinking about it, I changed "it" to "he".

Or "she"?
Delete, "he", it's a pun, I hope that woman can also understand another meaning of reference.

Jing Sheng sat on the ground, frowning, and drafted the text message meticulously.

While reciting the steps in his heart, after sending this sentence, he must immediately pass the picture in seconds, so that she can receive the double visual impact of the text in an instant.

——Let her be on the scene, after all, there is a feeling called empathy.

OK.

Jing Sheng straightened his back.

send.

Jing Sheng didn't expect that the unexpected reply in seconds from the other side could even beat him, so he told him:

"Sitian Bakery has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first, and the other party can only chat after verification."

No, didn't you just see the picture of the circle of friends cake?

Jing Sheng hurriedly went to open the circle of friends - as if already, non-friends can display up to ten photos.

That night, in an apartment in Zhongshan Square, there was a bang, shaking the sky and the earth.

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was speculating about what was making the sound.

The next day, at the beginning of the morning sun, the part-time worker auntie came to clean the apartment as usual.

After cleaning for a while, she didn't quite understand why the carpet in the living room had mobile phone parts splashing everywhere, and what was even more incomprehensible was that the trash can was right next to her, why her young employer didn't throw the finished cake plate in it, but Tuck the bag with bundles of hundred-dollar bills in it.

Alas, ordinary people may not be able to enter the world of the rich.

(End of this chapter)