Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 138 Hu Yifei being teased

A cold wind howled as Nanfeng and Yumo walked against the flow of people heading home under the dim streetlights.

"So, Miss Qin, what would you like to eat tonight?" Nanfeng asked Yu Mo with a smile, turning to the side.

Yu Mo was engrossed in stepping on the shadows of passersby until she heard Nan Feng's question. She then looked up and smiled sweetly, "Anything is fine."

Yu Mo's "anything is fine" means that as long as Nan Feng doesn't make any suggestions that are too inhumane, she really is fine with anything.

Nanfeng thought for a moment and said, "It's so cold, how about we have hot pot?"

"Okay." Yu Mo nodded in agreement.

Logically speaking, one of them is a voice actor who needs to protect his voice, and the other is a beauty consultant who needs to maintain his appearance and figure. They should eat as little hot pot as possible.

However, after tasting or witnessing Yifei's innovative dishes, both of them needed enough stimulation to save their almost ruined taste buds.

In such a cold winter, what could be more enticing than a steaming hot pot?

That would definitely be the super spicy hot pot!

So Nanfeng casually asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

"I can only eat a tiny bit." Yu Mo gestured with a tiny bit.

Nanfeng nodded; it seemed they would have to order a half-and-half hot pot later.

Will moving here affect your work?

Yu Mo shook her head: "Although my home is quite far from Love Apartment, my company is located in the middle of my home and Love Apartment, so moving to Love Apartment will not affect my commute time."

She's a modern, independent woman; she would never do something foolish like letting love affect her work.

Yu Mo wants to have both a successful career and a loving relationship; she wants both!

Nanfeng, having received a reply, did not react much, but simply continued walking silently with Yumo through the bustling street.

As he walked, Nanfeng suddenly felt a hand, red from the cold, grasp his wrist. The coolness seeped through the glove, along the veins of his arm, and slowly seeped into his heart.

Nanfeng stopped and looked calmly at Yumo.

This looks like something bad is about to happen.

Yu Mo had her head down, so her expression was not visible. Only her ears were reflected red under the light.

A puff of steam rose as she spoke, turning into mist: "I forgot my contact lenses again, and there are a lot of people around... I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Did you not wear your contact lenses?

Nanfeng recalled her bright, sparkling eyes from earlier that afternoon and sighed inwardly.

You'd be a fool to believe you.

He didn't say a word, but firmly and slowly pulled away from Yu Mo's hand.

Yu Mo instantly felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head in the cold winter, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She bit her lip, looking dejected, and was about to force a smile and look up to tell Nanfeng that she was just joking when a hand suddenly appeared in her lowered gaze.

And those gloves that I just took off.

"The gloves might be a little big for you, but they should be fine for keeping warm."

Nanfeng stared at Yu Mo's hands, which were red from the cold, and said nonchalantly, "Put on your gloves first. If your eyesight isn't good, I'll lead you slowly."

Yu Mo hesitantly took the gloves, which were still warm, and awkwardly put them on.

At this moment, she felt no joy, no excitement, no elation; none of the emotions she had anticipated appeared. All she felt was an empty mind and an incredibly warm and peaceful heart.

Nanfeng tucked her left hand, which couldn't stand the cold, into her pocket and gently placed her right hand on Yumo's wrist.

"Let's go."

The cold wind howled, and the noise of people filled the air.

Only the two of them remained silent and serene, peaceful and warm.

……

It would be even better if we could ignore those few sneaky figures in the distance.

……

"See? I told you they were up to something!"

In front of the bubble tea shop, Meijia stood on tiptoe, took off her binoculars, and spoke to everyone.

Zhanbo scratched his head and said, "Nanfeng just took off his gloves and let Sister Yumo put them on. There shouldn't be anything fishy about that, right?"

South Wind? Sister Yu Mo?

In Zhanbo's mind, they were two completely unrelated people, so how could they possibly have anything going on?

"Then what about touching wrists? How do you explain touching wrists?" Meijia asked.

"Uh..." Zhanbo couldn't answer for a moment.

Wanyu's opinion was similar to Zhanbo's: "If they really had something going on, wouldn't it be more reasonable for them to just hold hands or link arms?"

If this had happened before, she would have shared the same opinion as Mika.

However, after experiencing the movie theater incident last night, Wan Yu, who almost misunderstood Zhan Bo, felt like she had been bitten by a snake once and was now afraid of ropes for ten years.

Maybe this is just another misunderstanding.

"Oh dear, Nanfeng is a strange person to begin with, so it wouldn't be a problem if he were a little more eccentric."

"Besides, Nanfeng was a pianist before, and his habit of walking with his arm around someone's wrist might be a way for him to protect his hands," Zeng Xiaoxian said, his imagination running wild.

Yifei sneered disdainfully, "Then you might as well say that Nanfeng comes from a family of martial arts practitioners, and that he was holding Yumo's wrist to take her pulse."

"That's right." Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly realized.

"You're right, my foot!" Yifei smacked Zeng Xiaoxian on the head. "Don't you even think about it? He doesn't even learn his family's martial arts. Why is he learning this messed-up pulse diagnosis? To become a traditional Chinese medicine doctor!"

"Nowadays, you need a license to practice traditional Chinese medicine. Do you think everyone can just learn some medical skills in the mountains and then run around practicing acupuncture like the protagonist in a novel?"

Yifei looked at the four gossipy people in front of her, crossed her arms and said helplessly, "Are you guys really sick? You've already ordered takeout, and you're just bored and running around doing nothing but following people."

"You've been working on this all day, aren't you tired yet?"

"It's tiring, but I can still persevere for the sake of gossip."

Zeng Xiaoxian grinned mischievously: "Before, it was that rascal Nanfeng who was secretly watching us make a fool of ourselves. Now we finally have a chance to see his gossip."

Meijia handed the binoculars to Wanyu, then turned to Yifei and said, "Don't worry, Yifei, Curry Sauce and Guangu are at home. They'll help us pick up our takeout."

Yifei looked utterly helpless.

She had thought that today's events were over and was planning to have a good talk with Yu Mo tonight, but when she looked up, she found that the two of them had vanished without a trace.

If only she had discovered it, it would have been fine; she could have waited for them to come back and settled the score later. But when Wanyu went to 3603 to get lemons to deodorize her clothes, she also discovered that Nanfeng and Yumo were not in her suite.

Now all the gossips in the apartment were fully revived.

If it weren't for Ziqiao and Senior Brother being unable to hold on any longer, and Guangu and Curry Sauce having to stay behind to take care of them, then the entire Love Apartment would be mobilized once again.

These two are really asking for trouble, especially Nanfeng!

Wan Yu stood on tiptoe, watching the two figures walk further and further away through her binoculars: "They're almost gone, should we chase after them?"

"It's okay." Meijia proudly held up her phone. "As long as Nanfeng doesn't take off the high-tech watch he used for the physical test, we can find him even if he drags Yumo to the ends of the earth."

Wan Yu nodded in agreement: "That's true, if we get too close, Nan Feng will only hear us... Is our milk tea ready yet?"

"I'll go ask again." Zhanbo took the order and ran to the milk tea shop next door.

While Zhanbo was at the bubble tea shop, Meijia and Wanyu were excitedly discussing something with binoculars in front of them when Zeng Xiaoxian quietly approached Yifei, who seemed preoccupied.

"What exactly happened between Nanfeng and Yumo?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked in a low voice.

Yifei, lost in thought, casually replied, "How would I know what's going on between them?"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his hand to block Hu Yifei's view: "Look."

"What are you looking at? Your palm lines?" Yifei pushed Zeng Xiaoxian's hand away in annoyance. "Zeng Xiaoxian, aren't you bored?"

"If you're not afraid that Meijia and Wanyu will hear, you can speak louder."

Zeng Xiaoxian tilted his head and whispered, "If my hand had been a mirror just now, you would have been able to see how preoccupied you were."

"Do you think I don't know who you, Hu Yifei, are?"

"One is your best friend, and the other is your senior nephew. If you really didn't know anything about their current situation, you would definitely be the most agitated right now."

"The moment I saw you remain silent, I knew there was something wrong with them."

Hu Yifei was taken aback, then said defiantly, "Can't I be tired today, or have other things on my mind?"

"None of us competitors are tired, so how could you be tired when you're so much stronger than us?" Zeng Xiaoxian patted Yifei's shoulder. "Besides, what's on your mind that you weren't bothered by this morning, noon, or afternoon, but only started worrying about now?"

Looking at Yifei's expression, Zeng Xiaoxian knew that she must know something but just didn't want to say it.

Or perhaps it's something that can't be said.

For Yifei, if there's something she doesn't want to say or can't say, it's definitely not a good thing.

"I don't care what's going on between you two, please at least act convincingly. The way you look now, with your long face, doesn't resemble Hu Yifei at all."

"If this continues, not only Meijia and Wanyu, but even Zhanbo will notice that something is wrong with you."

In response to Zeng Xiaoxian's friendly reminder, Yifei nodded: "I didn't realize that you, you jerk, could be so useful at a crucial moment."

She always thought Zeng Xiaoxian was stupid, but now she sees that he's actually quite smart.

Of course, there's also the possibility that he's still a fool, just a fool who understands her very well.

Let's just call him the considerate idiot for now.

"You're too kind." Zeng Xiaoxian clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, a sly grin on his face. "So, am I smarter than you now? Can I turn the tables and become...?"

"You really are a salted fish, all you ever think about is turning over."

Yifei tugged at Zeng Xiaoxian's face: "It's a pity, even if a salted fish flips over, it's still a salted fish. It can never be the master in this life."

"Can't do anything?" Zeng Xiaoxian didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"Owner."

"What?" Zeng Xiaoxian still didn't hear clearly.

"Owner!"

Zeng Xiaoxian grinned smugly and said, "Hey."

Hu Yifei was stunned upon hearing this, her mind going completely blank.

Was he flirting with me just now?

How dare he flirt with me?

That bastard dared to flirt with me!

"Zeng! Xiao! Xian!!!"

Hu Yifei's roar was like thunder, causing everyone around to stumble backward. Several unsuspecting passersby even tripped and fell on their backsides.

Wan Yu and Mei Jia, who were monitoring Nan Feng, were also startled. They instinctively let go, and the binoculars in their hands fell to the ground.

Nanfeng turned around in astonishment, staring at the endless stream of people, his expression incredibly complex.

I'm coming

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