It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

As usual, Mrs. Lu gave them a villa with a small garden and swimming pool as a gift for their wedding.

Previously, they thought it was just a short-term stay, and many of Xie Xingran’s things in the apartment were not moved in, but this time it was different, they would have to live here for at least a year.

In the afternoon, Xie Xingran and Lu Ci also moved their important things into the villa.

Apart from the clothes to be given to the other party, nothing else was exchanged.

There are many rooms in the villa, but only the master bedroom has a bed. The implication is self-evident.

Seeing this, the two looked at each other, both helpless.

Lu Ciye: [Even sleeping in separate rooms has been ruled out, and grandma still says she doesn't want to hold her great-grandson.]

Xie Xingran: ...

Although it was a bed, we agreed that each person would have half and we would never cross the line, and the bed was big enough to accommodate three people.

Xie Xingran had a lot of luggage, and she kept all the paintings and calligraphy left behind when she lived with Sister Ayan.

She used a separate room to store these.

After packing everything up and sitting on the sofa, their stomachs growled at the same time.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening and they hadn't eaten yet.

"Should we hire an aunt to cook for us?" Xie Xingran suggested sincerely.

There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, but with their cooking skills, they would probably end up in the hospital the next day.

But Lu Ci disagreed, "No, how can we let outsiders into our home? What if that aunt has dirty hands?"

Xie Xingran looked at him and asked impatiently, "Then what do you say we should do? How are we going to eat?"

This area is mostly inhabited by wealthy people, far from the city center, so ordering takeout is out of the question. And he doesn't even allow me to ask for a waitress? Are they just living on dirt?

Unexpectedly, Lu Ci also spoke shamelessly: "I didn't learn before, so I can't cook. Wait a week for me to learn, and then leave the cooking to me and you can wash the dishes."

Xie Xingran was very skeptical, "You? Can you learn it?"

Lu Ci also raised his chin: "Don't underestimate me, I learn things very quickly."

"Humph, we don't want strangers coming to our house anyway. Now that we're married, we should just live our own little lives behind closed doors."

Xie Xingran automatically ignored his thoughts, thinking that he had been a rich young man for more than 20 years, and once he got married he would have to be self-reliant.

He was so proactive, and she didn't want to discourage him.

"All right then," she said, rising. "Let's have some noodles tonight."

Lu Ci also stood up immediately: "Let's go together."

Xie Xingran didn't solve the problem, and it was obvious that he seemed to be more clingy than before.

Although they didn't get married out of love, she thought it was only natural for them to take better care of each other.

After eating and drinking, I sat back on the sofa.

Glancing at the person handling official business on his phone, Lu Ci coughed lightly and said casually:

"Today your sister showed me your old photos."

Xie Xingran said calmly, "Your grandma also showed me photos of you from childhood to adulthood."

Lu Ci, who was about to continue, also lost his composure when he heard it.

"How could grandma do this?!" He yelled in disappointment, "She promised me not to show you my dark history, you liar!"

Xie Xingran pursed his lips and suppressed his laughter, "It's okay, didn't you see my photo too?"

"How can they be the same? You don't have a dark history. Every photo of you is cute and beautiful. How can it be like mine?"

Lu Ci also grabbed his hair, looking hopeless.

[Not only did he bite his own feet, he also licked his own diaper...]

Hearing this, the photo appeared in Xie Xingran's mind, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lu Ci also glared at him angrily and demanded in a rather angry tone:

"Don't laugh!"

Xie Xingran lowered his head, pursed his lips, and replied: "I'm not laughing."

Looking at the corners of her mouth that were harder to suppress than AK, Lu Ci felt like he was about to break down.

"You still say you didn't laugh?" He leaned closer and pinched her cheeks with both hands.

Xie Xingran lay back and leaned against the sofa, trying to keep some distance.

But he knelt up, pressed on her, and said threateningly:

"Forget all the pictures you've seen, you hear me? Or I'll, I'll..."

Xie Xingran couldn't pull his hand away, so he simply raised his neck provocatively, "What do you want?"

Lu Ci hadn't figured out what was going on yet, and when he looked up and met her smiling eyes, he was instantly distracted.

She smiled at me again...

Xie Xingran's eyes flashed with confusion. It was just a smile, was there any need to react so strongly?

The distance between the two was very close, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Her heartbeat seemed to quicken.

Xie Xingran pushed the person away and stood up. "I, I'm going to the study to work."

By the time Lu Ci realized what was happening, he had already gone upstairs and puffed up his face in dissatisfaction.

[Why did you leave so suddenly? I haven't even finished what I was saying. Ahhh! She's seen all my dark history. How am I supposed to face her from now on? My heroic half-life...]

Xie Xingran quickened his pace, and after he was ten meters away, the voices in his ears disappeared.

The study is very spacious and has two sets of tables and chairs.

She turned on the computer and looked at the PPT report, but she couldn't concentrate.

For a long time, she brainwashed herself:

If your heart beats faster when you look at your own face, that's definitely not called being moved, it's just, well... narcissism.

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When I returned to the bedroom at eleven o'clock, Lu Ci had already taken a shower and was lying leisurely on the bed watching videos.

When he saw her open the door and come in, he immediately put away his phone.

She lifted the hair in front of her chest and said as if asking for praise: "I have blow-dried your hair for you."

Xie Xingran said "Oh" to indicate that he understood.

But under his direct gaze, she still gave a perfunctory compliment:

"Yeah, great. I'm going to shower."

Lu Ci also complained in his heart:

She is so cold.

Xie Xingran pretended not to hear anything, found his pajamas and strode into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Xie Xingran walked out to see Lu Ci waving at him with a hair dryer.

With the corners of his eyes raised, he said domineeringly:

"Come here, my hair, I'll blow dry it myself."

Xie Xingran rolled his eyes secretly. He had never been so aware of this before. Did he take the wrong medicine tonight?

Because she wanted to dry her hair quickly before going to bed, she walked over and sat on the stool in front of him, letting him play with her hair.

【Look at me like this, I'm so good! 】

Xie Xingran remained silent, the silence in his heart reaching the top of his head.

Two minutes later he put down the hairdryer and said, "Okay, let's go to bed."

Xie Xingran's heart skipped a beat again.

Perhaps it was because his tone was too familiar and natural that shocked her, who had not yet adapted to it.

On the bed, a folded quilt was spread across the middle, with his giant panda pillow lying on it.

Two people sleeping on each side will not cross the line at all.

The overhead light was turned off, and the table lamp on the bedside table was lit. Lu Ci tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

[What should I say? Ahem, Xie Xingran, please burn that photo. Please, I'm not comfortable looking at it... Tsk, that's too humble. Pass.]

[Ahem, Xie Xingran, are you still thinking about your cheating ex? Otherwise, why didn't you burn the photos of you and him? Uh, that seems a bit too aggressive. pass]

[Ahem, Xie Xingran...]

Before he could finish demonstrating the third method in his mind, Xie Xingran interrupted him impatiently:

"I remembered there was a photo of Jiang Ciyang and I in that album. I was so busy that I forgot to deal with it. If you see it, just tear it up."

【…】

The air was quiet, but soon became boiling again.

"You said that yourself." Lu Ci also sat up immediately.

He took out the photo and scissors from under the pillow, and cut Jiang Ciyang's half into pieces in a few seconds.

Ah, I feel relieved.

Lu Ci couldn't contain his happiness either. He bit his lip and glanced at her. When his gaze met hers, he quickly lay back on the bed as if it was burning, hugged the giant panda, and turned over without looking at her.

[She explained this to me because she was afraid I'd misunderstand, right? Is she a little in love with me? Ugh, blame my charisma.]

Xie Xingran watched this scene and listened to his inner thoughts, and he felt that there should be a row of small black spots passing by his head.

A narcissist who never praises himself twice!

Who likes you a little bit!