Chapter 61: An Insincere Apology

Chapter 61: An Insincere Apology

Cui Jing was fascinated by the paintings, and Xue Yijie, as the creator of the works, was a qualified commentator.

The further she went in, the more she began to sense something was wrong.

Maybe it was because the museum was closed, it was too quiet, so quiet that only the sound of their footsteps could be heard, and she could even count his breathing rate. And was he paying too much attention to her? With a sip of water in her hand, Xue Yijie took her cup and brought back another one.

Of course, he has his own too.

He talked too much, and kept explaining his ideas in a clear and logical manner. He spoke until his mouth was dry and he licked his lips several times, his lips were rosy red. When he talked about excitement, he was very excited.

While collecting water to quench your thirst, you can also take care of yourself as a lady.

Not really concerned?

Cui Jing noticed that Xue Yijie's water was almost gone. He licked his lower lip, his tongue tip red, "Do you want more?"

"Thank you, I'll have another cup." Cui Jing was also a little thirsty, so she handed over the cup.

My fingertips accidentally touched his hand and his face turned red.

Cui Jing began to reflect on herself.

He blushed again.

She was too unguarded. After all, he was a man. It was too easy for him to do something to her in a closed space. Regardless of whether he wanted to harm her or not, she didn't have much way to resist.

Continue to reflect.

"Cui Jing, I just found a bigger cup."

A large glass of water was handed over.

Cui Jing turned sideways and met his honest and clean eyes. The happiness of relieving the melancholy state is about to overflow. She only has the paintings he loves, and she is a little stupid.

Cui Jing: She was overthinking it.

But she did start to care about the distance between Qi and Xue Yijie.

Xue Yijie handed her the cup and noticed that she showed unnaturalness in her body language when he approached her.

It seems she finally realized it.

Any man needs to be on guard, including him, otherwise it will be a one-sided show.

There was a noise outside, as if some liquid hit a flat surface.

Cui Jing looked over and saw the clear liquid on the side door glass slowly flowing down, and there were a few more crumbs of egg yolk liquid on the ground.

The person who smashed the eggs ran faster than a rabbit. All that was seen was his single ponytail fluttering twice in the air. The patrolling security guard cursed rudely and chased after him.

"That is?"

"It's just a minor annoyance." Xue Yijie didn't even bother to look at it. "I read some news and came to seek justice."

Cui Jing understood. It seemed that he was in trouble again by the female NPC belonging to Zhai Yang's faction.

"You don't seem surprised." Xue Yijie suddenly felt disappointed.

It has been a long time since he was treated as a mistress.

So isn't he really? Say he did nothing? He and that person were just having a meal? Just chatting? Didn’t he intervene in a person’s marriage?

Then isn't he a mistress?

His face suddenly turned pale.

"Oh, yes." Cui Jing and he had different ideas.

She wanted to say that her treatment as cannon fodder wasn't much better.

She is not only envied by Zhai Yang's male lover, but also by your male lover.

This is the world of BL.

Only women are jealous of the protagonist, so for cannon fodder like her, it is men who are jealous of her. Of course, there are women too. This is the basic operation of the author.

Thinking about it this way, the author was "magnanimous" in that the girl was not sent to the red light district to lose her virginity due to the vicious operation, but was sent to a mental hospital.

Crazy world.

"Would you like to eat anything later?"

"I have something to do later." Cui Jing made an excuse.

Seeing her hesitation, Xue Yijie didn't continue, thinking that too much is as bad as too little, "Then I'll take you there."

"I called a taxi." Cui Jing smiled.

She really felt that there was no need for him to send her back and forth again, causing her trouble.

Rejected twice in a row.

Xue Yijie held up an umbrella and opened the car door for her. She leaned against the door and looked down at her. "When you get home, send me a message to let me know you're safe, okay?"

Cui Jing inexplicably felt that he was a little aggrieved and gave him an OK gesture.

His tall stature almost blocked the door. After getting a response, he folded the umbrella and stuffed it into her hand. Cui Jing sat at the door, as if she was in his arms. She leaned back subconsciously. Her sense of crisis soared after her safe distance was invaded.

"Thank you...thank you."

Xue Yijie went away again, the rain wet his hair and shoulders, the clothes were fleshy against his body, and the half-open collar collapsed.

An elegant flurry of "Goodbye."

This rain is really falling at an inopportune time, Cui Jing thought. Before she could say anything, he closed the door.

"Cui Jing!"

Xue Yijie called her, and the car slowly moved forward. He pushed his hair back, and his whole body was wet. Cui Jing leaned against the window and thought he looked a little pitiful.

Tsk, the puppy that fell into the water seemed to have become part of the rain, getting smaller and smaller.

"Actually, I'm not with him." Xue Yijie wiped the rain off her face and walked back.

……

"It's you, Ms. Cui, you have arrived some express delivery today." The community security guard glanced at the outside taxi and let it go.

Cui Jing returned and found out that she had missed the gender census, and the unit group sent a notification.

She checked the surveillance video at the door and saw three staff members knocking at her door, then knocking on the door next door. After asking questions, they recorded something and left. The red hat of one of the volunteers was particularly eye-catching in the surveillance video.

He is as happy and cheerful as a college student.

Cui Jing took off her coat, untied the restraint on her chest, and curled up on the sofa, holding her laptop and making a video call to Mrs. Chen.

When the call was connected, there was a burst of laughter. Cui Jing was a little surprised. She almost thought Chen Shurong had no friends. With outsiders around, she pulled her collar, sat up, put the computer aside, and avoided being in the camera.

While waiting for the other party to speak, she opened her phone to do daily tasks for the puppy, such as feeding, walking, and letting the dog out for a walk. There was no sign of damage on the screen of the phone. She had already changed her phone.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Chen Shurong leaned in front of the phone, her eyebrows curved and charming. She was drunk. "Why are you still sitting there? Did you avoid drinking?"

"Who is this?" someone asked.

"This is Jingjing, yes, Jingjing is not here." Chen Shurong suddenly woke up a little, "Will you come on my birthday?"

Seeing that she was so drunk that she could not communicate, Cui Jing blocked her chest and was about to hang up the phone. As soon as she said this, she cut the video into a voice call and then approached and asked, "When is your birthday?"

"almost."

Over there Chen Shurong started talking nonsense again.

"I'll call you another time." Cui Jing hung up the call without waiting for a reply.

"drop--"

"Jingjing, will you spend my birthday with me?" Chen Shurong closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw her playmate floating on the ceiling, jumping onto the table, and dancing the yangge by the window. She smiled foolishly.

Someone in the crowd said, "The man is dead."

A woman in white came over.

He patted Chen Shurong's face and sat down next to her. "Why don't you invite your friend over for your birthday so that everyone can get to know you."

Chen Shurong turned over to protest, squinting to identify the woman in white. She had a temperament that was easily overlooked, lighter than water, and not very memorable.

"You don't even know each other, so why would you know each other?"

A drunkard connected with Chen Shurong on the channel, "It's because we don't know each other that we want to get to know each other."

"No, you don't know them."

“So we need to get to know each other even more.”

Zhang Ye pushed open the door of the private room and said to the woman in white sitting next to Chen Shurong, "Xu Guannan."

……

Cui Jing finished her daily tasks in the dog game, and the deliveryman contacted by the mini program came to deliver the package to her door. It was a female Beta with a cheerful smile, showing a standard eight teeth. Cui Jing didn't tell the gender, it was written on the badge.

"Dear Ms. Beta, this is your express delivery."

Cui Jing was shocked by the volume of express delivery accumulated in the cart, and was shocked by her words.

"Ok."

"Dear Ms. Beta, your order requires a shipping service. I will help you right away..."

"Stop talking and move."

Cui Jing felt weak and listless.

What a shame.

The delivery lady enthusiastically handed the package to her at the entrance.

"Dear Ms. Beta, please give me if you are satisfied with my service..."

"Five-star review, right? I understand. Don't worry." Let's go. Cui Jing looked into her eyes seriously. She really didn't feel the slightest bit of shame.

Is this a mandatory rule of your company? Or is it just some personal bad taste?

She breathed a sigh of relief after the door closed.

It seems that she has a strong sense of identity.

Cui Jing dragged a small stool to open the express package, and took out some cat clothes, toys, canned snacks, as well as her own daily necessities and beautiful silk underwear.

The floor was littered with disassembled mixed-color bath balls and scented shampoo and conditioner.

The merchant gave away some things, some frozen-dried cat meat mixed with a gift label. Not all merchants would mark the gifts, and Cui Jing was dizzy when she opened them.

Some things she didn't remember buying.

Just like...

She opened a whole box of expensive cat strips, the Nth number of mischievous cat toys, and a fancy cat toy.

Cui Jing waved the cat toy, and Buhei came over quickly, played with the cat toy twice, then pounced on Cui Jing's skirt that was dragging on the ground, and retracted his claws to play with it.

"How come the disabled little girl is beautiful again?"

Its hair had become thicker, and it was fluffy and soft. It rolled over on the ground, meowing skillfully. Cui Jing had been with it for a long time, and it had learned to talk to itself, changing its voice in private when no one was around, and it now made a clip-like sound that sounded sweet and charming.

"You are so beautiful, do you want your mother to kiss you to death?"

"You are so good, little disabled boy. Although mommy has an electronic puppy, in reality, she only has you as a cat."

"So, I can only love my mother."

"Meow meow--"

Cui Jing picked up the courier box and checked the information. The phone number was not hers, but the last digit looked more and more familiar. She searched the phone number and found it matched the last digit of Zhai Yang's phone number.

"What is Zhai Yang going crazy about?"

With the precedent of Zhai Yang, she didn't seem too surprised to find several mobile phones from the last express delivery, and she also had a candidate in mind for the buyer.

He knows how to compensate for broken things and is a bit polite but not much.

Cui Jing put the phone back, hesitated for a while, picked up the cardboard box, walked to the unused guest room, threw the cardboard box on the ground, and used her free hands to open the door.

The empty bed and the table and chairs were piled with luxury goods and accessories, and the corner of the pull-out wardrobe was enough to peek inside. She kicked the cardboard box in and closed the door.

Well, I'll keep them and sell them together later.

Her feet just hurt a little. Cui Jing stood for two seconds, then squatted down, covered her feet, and pressed twice to relieve the pain on the nail surface.

The wind blew in from the window and the rain fell.

Cui Jing pulled the window up. It was not dawn, and there was a warm and warm indoors. Only then did she feel that autumn was really coming.

She felt even sleepier.

For Cui Jing, she is tired all year round. She considers herself a typical low-energy person, who takes a nap in spring, autumn, and in summer, and stays at home and roasts the fire in winter for half a winter.

I watched the Christmas special of "Tom and Jerry" over and over again, while heavy snow was falling outside.

"Why are you watching this again?"

My friend would open the door of her living room with onions, ginger and garlic and say, "It's snowing outside, let's have grilled fish together tonight."

Cui Jing's tranquility was broken. Several psychopaths sang and danced around her, and switched her TV to a melodramatic ancient puppet show. The kitchen was buzzing with noise, and then a bright red grilled fish was brought to the restaurant. Large slices of red pepper were soaked in oil, and the aroma stimulated the taste buds.

The lights in the restaurant were off. They pulled out chairs and sat down in the darkness.

You ask her if she will miss it?

perhaps.

She will just keep moving forward until all these become faded memories left behind by her, and her longing for her mother will remain unchanged.

Cui Jing lifted the bed sheet, changed the bedding from silk to warmer cotton, filled the bathtub with water, and moved the underwear gift box from the living room to the room.

Expensive brands especially like to use packaging art to highlight their value. She opened it and said “Hmm?” softly.

I bought two identical bras. Did I buy the wrong one?

“It turns out that the sizes are different.”

Cui Jing sat on the edge of the bed and tried the slightly smaller one first. It was a bit tight on her chest, so she unfastened the buckle at the back and took out another one.

The champagne-colored silk straps were tied crookedly by her, and the bow was wilted. She lowered her head and saw that the lace woven with light gold foil thread fit the rise and fall of her chest, and the skin underneath was white and transparent silk.

Just by tying the straps, Cui Jing would have put this troublesome beautiful dress aside.

Which store?

She picked up the card in the box, which had the official website introduction, designer's name, concept, and instruction manual printed in both Chinese and English.

She turned to the last handwritten card and her smile faded.

【Apology, madam.】

Sure enough, her house is just a sieve, Cui Jing thought again. It's still a mentally ill check-in point.

"No sincerity."

She looked at it for a few seconds, threw the bra she had tried on into the trash can, hooked her fingertips to untie the restraints on her body, dropped it to the ground, and she stepped on it.

A porcelain-white female body was curled up in the bathtub, her face softened by the high temperature. She sank into the water and spit out a few bubbles.

"Gulu, Guru."

Half of her long hair was resting on the wall of the bathtub and half was submerged in the water. A few minutes later, Cui Jing emerged from the water with a loud noise. Oxygen rushed into her lungs. She leaned against the bathtub with her eyes open and breathed deeply. The corners of her eyes were still red.

Nothing could disturb her sleep.

After shaking out the water from her hair, Cui Jing blew it half dry and rolled over on the bed.

Buhei quietly lay down at the end of the bed and took a nap. It had a special liking for its owner's bed. Cui Jing didn't let Buhei get on the bed at the beginning, but finally compromised and allowed it to have a small area at the end of the bed.

good afternoon.