Quenching

Wanli Fuguang ran towards the door without looking back, thinking that it didn't matter who he gave it to, since the retired cars were just taking up space in the garage anyway.

"I went to my best friend's house."

The mother stretched out her hand, and the servant beside her immediately offered his arm.

"Honey, I'll stay with you!"

"No need. When I come back tonight, I'll reheat the food Wanli Fuguang made."

The mother pointed to the crocodile skin bag with her slender fingers, then happily touched the scarf around her neck.

"okay."

The servant beside Wanli Ruoyu smiled as he saw his mother off at the door.

Wanli Ruoyu crossed her legs, picked up the newspaper, raised her voice, and gave the order.

"Heat up my poached chicken too."

"What's so hot on a hot day?"

The servant pushed open the door, preparing to leave.

Wanli Ruoyu glanced at the servant from above the newspaper with an arrogant expression.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go clean the car, it's dirty."

Wanli Ruoyu shook her head, shook the newspaper, and hummed.

"Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, argon, potassium, calcium."

******

The heat was intense. As soon as Wanli Fuguang pushed open the door of his two-bedroom apartment, he heard a constant, incessant argument.

"Who told you to buy Shanxing Smart Home products? They're not useful at all."

"You think your electronic devices are so useful? The robotic ants just break down, don't they?"

Did I fix it for you or not?

"Did you fix it? Wu Haofeng fixed it. You can't even find the screws?"

"Your hand was on the screw, so I couldn't find it, okay?"

"You don't even know where the screws are in your own products?"

"It's just an outer shell, I don't know anything about it..."

Huang Qiaqia and Xing Songfeng each stood on a chair, each pressing a button on a giant air conditioner, facing off against each other.

Wanli Fuguang took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"What are their zodiac signs? Are they natural enemies?"

Wu Haofeng, holding a screwdriver, stood not far away, helplessly watching the two people whose faces were flushed, and sighed.

"Ah! Luckily Huang Qiaqia is a bit chubby, so Xing Songfeng doesn't fancy her. If he did, he would drive me crazy sooner or later."

Why did my mom arrange for Huang Qiaqia and Xing Songfeng to go on a blind date?

"The young girl is kind and innocent. Her mother is also an ambitious and down-to-earth person. She wants Huang Qiaqia to have a few children with Xing Songfeng so that they can live a peaceful and stable life."

"Right."

With the sound of a cicada chirping, Wu Haofeng's face grew increasingly gloomy, and he complained angrily.

“Young Master, look at us now, we’re all drenched in sweat, and those two are still arguing. Go ahead and argue, the problem is, they’re each hogging a chair. I want to fix the mechanical elephant, but I don’t have a chair!”

Wanli Fuguang nodded, picked up a fan, took a step forward, and lifted Huang Qiaqia off the chair by the waist.

"Can't you fan yourself? Why don't you ask my cousin to fan you?"

"I'm not hot, no need."

Huang Qiaqia smiled and pushed away Wanli Fuguang's hand.

"Look at the sweat on your forehead."

Wanli Fuguang raised his fan again, and Huang Qiaqia suddenly remembered that the new robotic sheep also had a small fan on its body, so he quickly called out.

"Little Mianmian, come quick, Little Mianmian? Little Mianmian? Little... did you change my name again, robot sheep?"

"Little Fatty, come here quickly?"

"You're the chubby little white guy! That sounds awful!"

"Our company's latest product, I can call it whatever I want! And, robotic kangaroo, robotic kangaroo, robotic crab, robotic moon, I..."

"roll."

Wanli Fuguang gave him a cold look, and Xing Songfeng angrily snatched the screwdriver from Wu Haofeng's hand. Wu Haofeng held up the toolbox and comforted him.

"Can't you move aside, you're just a little girl?"

"We just made some new things, so we moved them all here. Before, we used them at home first."

"The master and mistress will only praise it for a few days, and the servants in the house have to dust it all day long. It's fine to leave it here."

Xing Songfeng turned his head and glanced at Huang Qiaqia, who was enjoying the small fan of the robotic sheep on her left and Wanli Fuguang was gently fanning her on her right. He was furious and was about to speak.

"You always imagine that Huang Qiaqia is happier than you, but in reality, you are probably a million times happier than Huang Qiaqia."

"All the robotic sheep and robotic kangaroos that I like have been moved here. My cousin is now the one who dotes on her and cherishes her. And me? I'm still cleaning her toilets all day long."

"I'm still cleaning the kitchen."

"I don't want to clean toilets anymore."

"Then let's think of a way."

Wu Haofeng gave Xing Songfeng a look and whispered a reminder. Xing Songfeng handed the screwdriver to Wu Haofeng, walked towards Huang Qiaqia, and was about to speak when Huang Qiaqia pushed away Wanli Fuguang's fan.

"You're very tired, I'll just take a shower and I'll feel better."

"Why are you taking a shower? I have the UV light on! You..."

"Wanli Fuguang, stop fanning yourself. Your arm must be sore from all this time..."

A cool breeze brushed against his face, and the sweltering weather didn't seem so bad anymore. Huang Qiaqia looked at the beads of sweat on Wanli Fuguang's forehead, smiled, and reached out to snatch Wanli Fuguang's fan.

As Wanli Fuguang raised his hand, Huang Qiaqia swayed and fell into his arms. Her nose brushed against Wanli Fuguang's Adam's apple, and she chuckled. Her soft, cool fingertips playfully circled around his Adam's apple with curiosity.

Wanli Fuguang froze, his face instantly turning red, and he pushed Huang Qiaqia away.

"I'm going for a stroll."

Huang Qiaqia shrugged, got up and went to the bathroom. Just as she was about to open the door, the sound of Xing Songfeng lighting a flame came annoyingly from above her head again.

"It's all your fault."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You... I won't talk to you."

Xing Songfeng waved his hand and walked to Wu Haofeng's side.

Huang Qiaqia didn't want to argue with Xing Songfeng, so she turned around and went back to her room to change her clothes.

Standing on the chair, Wu Haofeng turned her head, revealing a white halter dress, a round, snow-white face, and fair, smooth shoulders...

A force kicked Xing Songfeng's leg, causing him to withdraw his gaze from Huang Qiaqia's smooth, jade-like calf. He cleared his throat, came to Huang Qiaqia's side, and gave her a gentle push without looking at her.

"Go change your clothes."

"why?"

"I...I...you...you change it when I tell you to."

"Don't be unreasonable. What did my clothes do to you?"

"Look at what you're wearing! What kind of appearance is that?"

Huang Qiaqia lowered her head and carefully examined her sundress.

"You just don't like me. What's wrong with my dress? It's not dirty or torn."

Wanli Fuguang happened to push the door open and came in, and saw the two arguing again.

"I...you...you should go take a shower!"

"How am I supposed to shower with the UV light on? You're just making trouble."

"What do you mean I'm picking a fight? You're wearing...you...I'm not talking to you."

"Hmph, you're just being unreasonable."

Huang Qiaqia tossed her head with an air of self-importance, and her ponytail fell down onto Xing Songfeng's arm.

"You little brat, you hit me."