Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi took a closer look and realized that Cheng Ying was not pretending to be a woman on purpose. The clothes on his body had no gender characteristics at all, and none of them could please her.

He put on the explosive red and white polo shirt again, buttoned it tightly, and you could vaguely see a black string around his neck.

The bottoms were the blue and white striped pajamas that made her look so ugly.

This set of clothes that didn't match at all made her slap her forehead.

At this moment, the dark red leather cotton slippers on his feet seemed quite ordinary.

Jingzhi couldn't bear to watch it, so he sighed and lowered his head to stare at the wet ground.

Cheng Ying looked down at himself, the corners of his mouth curled down silently.

He knew that she disliked these two pieces of clothing because they were ugly.

Just as he was about to come over to help her clean, he randomly grabbed two pieces of clothing from the closet and put them on.

But her action of avoiding looking did hurt him a little.

Is it really that ugly?

Jingzhi: It’s not ugly, it’s just an eyesore.

Jingzhi glanced at him secretly, and seeing that he was still feeling wronged, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, turned sideways, and gave him the way.

After giving in, she couldn't help but want to slap herself.

Why the hell am I being soft-hearted again?

Cheng Ying just raised his foot to walk in when Jingzhi came to his senses and quickly spread out his arms to block the door.

"I can fight myself..."

Before she could finish her words, Cheng Ying bent down and quickly passed under her right armpit.

He put the mop against the wall and started to wipe the water off the table, looking like he was working hard and willingly as a free housekeeper.

Jingzhi stood behind him with her hands on her hips, looked at him quietly for a while, and sighed deeply in her heart.

Was he behaving this way because he felt bad about kicking her out, or was he just interested in her?

She could no longer see clearly.

Jingzhi didn't want to get close to him anymore, so she walked to the bed, took off the wet four-piece suit and threw it into the washing machine.

Having been trapped by Cheng Ying for a long time, the water accumulated on the bed had already seeped down.

Not only was the quilt folded on the inside of the bed wet, but the exposed part of the mattress also turned a darker yellow.

Jingzhi pressed lightly with her index finger on the outer side of the mattress, and a small puddle of water immediately accumulated in the concave finger pit.

She frowned deeply, and the first thought in her mind was to go downstairs to ask the landlady to change rooms.

As soon as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, she saw that the landlady had sent her a text message.

Jingzhi wiped the water stains on the screen and opened the text message.

After reading it, my head started to ache.

Deduction of deposit...

Jingzhi typed a few words hesitantly, deleted and reduced them back and forth, and finally deleted the request for changing rooms all at once, just typed "OK" and clicked send.

There's nothing I can do, she was the one who burned the paper first.

We can only try our best to save it.

……

She went into the bathroom, took out the hair dryer, plugged it in, and started blowing on the mattress.

The whirring sound lingered in the ears of the two. Cheng Ying wiped the table and looked at the woman standing at the bathroom door blowing the mattress from time to time.

A table needs to be wiped dry eventually.

As if feeling the gaze, Jingzhi raised her head to confirm, but saw that Cheng Ying had already put down the rag, picked up the mop, lowered his head and started mopping the floor.

She tutted, turned her back to him, and continued blowing from a different angle.

……

The water stains on the ground are mixed with black paper ash. After the mop absorbs the dirty water, it will only get dirtier if you continue to mop.

So Cheng Ying picked up the mop upright and walked towards Jingzhi.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Jingzhi's back tightened and she turned around to look at him.

There was obvious wariness in her eyes.

Cheng Ying's breathing stagnated, and he turned left, moved away from her, and walked along the wall into the bathroom next to her.

The faucet was running, and the gray and black stains on the mop spread out along with the water flow, swirling all the way into the sewer.

Suddenly, a thin white stick sandwiched in the mop cloth caught his attention.

Cheng Ying bent down and gently pulled out the thing, which felt like a piece of paper.

He secretly turned his head to glance at the figure at the door and found that she was still blowing the mattress seriously. Cheng Ying lowered his eyelashes and unfolded the rolled paper bit by bit.

The black handwriting on it was blurred by water, but Cheng Ying easily recognized that this was the paper he wrote to her.

Please move out today.

These words are vaguely visible.

There were traces of fire on the bottom edge of the paper. Cheng Ying's eyes darkened and he felt more and more guilty.

She deserved to be burned.

It's his turn to clean up this room.

He crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can, washed the mop, and never once glanced at Jingzhi again, diligently helping her restore the house to its original state.

The kitchen area is actually not that bad, as it is blocked by a glass door.

The worst affected areas were her bed and the leisure area beside it.

There were also splashes of water on the TV screen. She had already unplugged the TV, fearing that it would cause a short circuit if it was turned on again after water got in.

She blew on the mattress for a long time, but only the surface was dry.

He spread out his five fingers and pressed down lightly, and another wet handprint appeared on it.

Jingzhi gave up completely and put away the hair dryer that had become scalding hot.

The bed is like this, not to mention the sofa which has better water absorption.

I’m doomed now. Am I going to sleep on the floor tonight?

She glared at the man. If he hadn't written those words, how could she be so angry as to set fire to the paper?

The two of them worked for the entire afternoon, and Cheng Ying had already packed up. Seeing her glaring at him, he fumbled out his notebook and pen and wrote a sentence carefully.

[Excuse me, how about you stay next door for one night? ]