She had long, orange-brown hair, a blue dress, and white high heels on her slender legs.
When she bent over to pour water, it accentuated her waist and big buttocks.
Jiang He looked down at his jeans and suddenly became vigilant.
"It's not like I'm going to do anything. Look at how stingy you are." Gong Ping was amused by Jiang He.
"I didn't say you would do anything."
Jiang He said casually, but he was even more vigilant. Xu Qing had said the same thing.
It's not like I'm going to do anything …
Then he squeezed into her bed.
"Are you afraid that I'll do something to him?" Gong Ping laughed.
"How is that possible, if he dares …" Jiang He narrowed his eyes. He wouldn't beat him to death, but he would definitely beat him up.
"Don't worry, I have no interest in a man who is bad at games and likes to play Priest."
Gong Ping remembered that Xu Qing kept stuffing rats into her deck a few days ago, and she seemed to hear the 'hehe' laughter when the weasel appeared. She couldn't help but pout.
Men who played this kind of deck were too cheap.
Everyone else played their own cards, attacking monsters to clear the field, but he just had to mess with other people's cards. Even if there were monsters on the field, he didn't attack, didn't even touch their faces, and just cleared the field.
"Be confident, he has already planned your future. I'm not stupid, I just want to get to know him."
"Why?"
"I suddenly feel that he is very charming," Gong Ping said.
“？”
"Lin Yutang said that a person with a clean heart, clear mind, and no excess emotions and delusions can bring people a sense of security. I want to see him."
"How do you know he is that?"
"I guessed."
Gong Ping shrugged, her heels gently swaying on the floor, and her tender white legs were exposed from the edge of her skirt. "He practices martial arts when he has nothing to do, and he rushes to be a warm-hearted citizen when he meets with trouble. He doesn't like you streaming, but he doesn't force you not to, only urges you to read more and study more. He also wants you to continue to go to school, indirectly giving you more choices. Is this what a normal man would do?"
"Uh … isn't it?" Jiang He thought carefully and found that he couldn't refute it.
"I'm very curious. I just want to get to know him. The two of you … Let's not talk about feelings. Just look at his attitude towards you. What are you worried about?" Gong Ping tugged at the corner of her skirt and continued, "I'll find a boyfriend according to your standards."
"I think you two are a bit alike." Jiang He tilted his head, trying to recall where this strange sense of familiarity came from.
A single, unmarried young woman chose a house …
Oh right, Xu Qing was also like this. He could guess what kind of house Gong Ping would buy without meeting her face.
Now that Gong Ping hadn't seen Xu Qing, she could guess a lot.
"How so?" Gong Ping asked.
"They all have one nose and two eyes."
Jiang He laughed and took a sip from his cup. "You haven't been to my place yet. You'll get to know me sooner or later."
"Shall we go and take a look?"
"Have a look. Let me introduce you to my White Gourd. Haven't you always wanted to see him?"
"Yeah, let's take a look at White Gourd."
Gong Ping remembered the fat cat and couldn't help but laugh. It looked like a pig and was indeed very likable.
She got up and took the cloth that came with the Guzheng. She covered the Guzheng with it and stuffed the stool under the shelf. She looked around the room, picked up her bag and keys, and followed Jiang He out.
"Where did you go for a date on Chinese Valentine's Day yesterday? You didn't even play any games. "
As they went downstairs, Gong Ping complained about Jiang He ditching her last night. She was the housekeeper.
"Didn't we go back to his house for dinner? After dinner, we went to the night market. When we got back, it was already nine o 'clock."
"Back to his house?" Only then did Gong Ping realize that Jiang He had mentioned going home yesterday. "Wow, you've met your parents?"
"We met last year."
"We go there for dinner during Chinese New Year and I admire them … Why did you go back to his house for dinner on Chinese Valentine's Day?"
"Ah?" Jiang He was stunned. "I don't know."
It seemed that when the two of them were shopping last night, Xu Qing looked at the people selling flowers and remembered that it was Chinese Valentine's Day.
But it didn't matter. It was not a festival … It was just a festival for Xu Qing to do something bad.
It was better not to.
Jiang He thought of what happened last night and quickly stopped thinking.
The distance between the two of them was not far. It was only a short distance. Gong Ping looked left and right when they entered the corridor. She and Jiang He had mentioned which floor they lived on when they were chatting.
Seeing that Jiang He knocked on the door twice and there was no response, Gong Ping took out the keys from her bag and asked, "No one's here?"
"He was still here when I left. Maybe he went out."
When they opened the door, only White Gourd was lying on the back of the sofa. He turned his head and looked at them.
"This is White Gourd?" Gong Ping's eyes widened a little. She looked very happy. She walked over and wanted to touch him but was afraid that White Gourd would scratch her. After thinking for a while, she stretched out a finger and poked him.
"Meow?"
White Gourd tilted his head. He didn't know why this woman poked him with her finger. It was exactly the same as when Jiang He first came.
Sure enough, two-legged beasts were a little stupid.
"He doesn't bite."
Jiang He looked left and right but didn't see Xu Qing. It seemed that he had gone out.
She found the teapot and wanted to pour a cup of water. She found that her white cup was also gone.
She turned around and saw that the fishing rod in the corner was still there.
"Oh, your decorations here are so special."
Gong Ping poked White Gourd twice and turned to look at Jiang He's living room. In the live broadcast, she could only see the bookshelf and Zhong Kui. Now that she entered the house, the living room was even bigger than her own.
The bookshelf and Zhong Kui only occupied one corner of the living room. There was also the computer that Jiang He used to play games on. Next to it was the sofa. Logically speaking, the sofa should be placed in the middle, but it was squeezed next to the computer. She didn't know the meaning of this arrangement. The coffee table was also there.
Jiang He's computer, bookshelf, sofa, and coffee table were all piled up in that corner. The living room looked a lot more spacious. On the other side was a table that looked like a dining table. There were two stools on both sides of the table. One of the stools was dented. It must have been cut by something. There was also a cat tree and a cat's nest in the corner of the wall near the balcony. Sunlight shone in from the window and fell on the edge of the cat tree.
There was also a chair by the window. On the windowsill was a book that Jiang He was reading. Jiang He poured two cups of tea and put away the book on the windowsill and the sword beside the sofa.
Originally, Xu Qing helped her put away the books every day. Later, he saw that she kept them there after she finished reading. Sometimes, he was too lazy to put them away. Otherwise, if he put them away in the morning, she would ask where they went in the afternoon. He took them out to read for a while and kept them there again. What was the point?
"He's editing videos here, and you're playing on the computer?" Gong Ping sat on the sofa. Jiang He's throne was on one side of her head.
"Usually."
"There's such a big space in the middle. He uses it to practice swordsmanship and boxing, right?"
The middle of the living room was empty. Gong Ping thought for a while and understood the meaning of this arrangement.
"Uh … he uses it for boxing." Jiang He looked away guiltily.
Xu Qing liked to pull her legs when she was playing games. That was why he pulled the sofa over. One sat on the chair to play games, and the other leaned on the sofa to watch videos. He would pull her legs and massage her feet without any delay.
Sometimes, when she was tired from playing games, she could see Xu Qing watching movies.
Gong Ping was amazed. The bookshelf was full of books, and the middle of the living room was empty to practice martial arts. These two people were skilled in both literature and martial arts.
White Gourd looked at the two women and wanted to go back to his cat tree. He jumped, but before he landed, he was caught by Jiang He, who held him in her arms and rubbed him.
"I don't know where he went. When I went out just now, he was practicing boxing here." Jiang He sat on the sofa and looked out the window. She felt that Xu Qing shouldn't have gone too far.
If he was too far, he should have sent her a message.
…
"Cao Cao shouldn't have let him go. He should have just stabbed him …"
"Then according to what you said, we shouldn't have written the novel. We should have just ascended the throne and ended the drama."
At the door, Xu Qing sat on a chair, holding Jiang He's white thermos cup in his hand, and was bragging with Zhao Shu.
The sun shone on him. A young man, an old man, and a child were playing with a ball. The scene was inexplicably harmonious.
"Is that Xu Qing?"
"He looks like …"
After playing with the cat at home for a while, Jiang He and Gong Ping were ready to go out for a walk. When they reached the exit, they saw the two of them bragging.
The two of them looked at each other and slowly approached each other. Uncle Zhao's grandson, Zhao Yu, was holding the ball when he saw them. He excitedly passed the ball forward.
He thought that Jiang He could fly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Resting. I have nothing to do, so I came out to bask in the sun. What are you two doing?" Xu Qing heard the noise and turned around.
"Going out for a walk … This is Ping Ping."
Jiang He took the ball and returned it to Zhao Yu, then introduced it to Xu Qing.
"Oh, that … yogurt, right?"
"Yes, your housekeeper."
Gong Ping smiled, and her eyes swept between Zhao Shu and Xu Qing, looking at him with interest.
She had lived here for almost half a year, but she had never seen Xu Qing … Maybe it was because she was too indoors, and Xu Qing was also indoors.
She got to know Jiang He because she had watched her live stream for a long time. Later on, she saw her carrying groceries back home. Only then did she discover that the two of them lived in the same neighborhood — or rather, she had moved to Jiang He's neighborhood.
"Going out to play?"
"Just for a walk. Let's go together?"
"You guys go out, I'm here to discuss national affairs."
Xu Qing took a sip from the cup, and the water in it was empty. He picked up Zhao Shu's teapot and refilled the cup with chrysanthemum tea.
The sun was just right, and the breeze was gentle.
Basking in the sun, drinking some tea, and chatting together was the best weather.
Xu Qing watched as Jiang He, who was dressed in a simple and clean outfit, and Gong Ping, who was dressed in a long skirt and high heels, walked away. He retracted his gaze and smiled at Uncle Zhao. "Do the two of them often go out together?"
"I often see them fishing, and they're quite good at it. They rarely come back empty-handed, and they always have at least a few small fish." Zhao Shu often saw Jiang He carrying a small red bucket and a fishing rod. She was full of energy, and he almost forgot how she hid behind Xu Qing and watched them chat.
"That's the only fun, or else she would stay at home all day." Xu Qing shook his head. "Friends are really important."
"Of course, no friends, not even someone to talk to."
"Haha, really. Before I met Pingping, Jiang He played games at home every day. The number of times she went out last year was probably less than the number of times she went out in the past six months. I'm afraid she'll be bored silly."
Xu Qing was amused. "Where were we? Oh, if he ascends the throne directly, why do so many things, like that … "
"No, no, if he ascends the throne directly, there will be people who oppose him, then …"
Zhao Shu lit a cigarette, took a drag, and continued the topic with Xu Qing.
…
"They're really close."
After walking for a long distance, Gong Ping looked back and said to Jiang He.
Last time, Jiang He said that Xu Qing and the security guards were very close, so the security guards would greet her. Gong Ping didn't know what it meant to be very close, but now she did.
"He might be lonely."
Jiang He guessed. "Those friends are very busy, and they live far away from home. His work rarely interacts with anyone. After staying at home for a long time, he will come out for some fresh air."
"Lonely? He seems to be quite chatty in the live broadcast room. "
"It's work …" Jiang He smiled. "Do you still want to know him?"
"I know him now, don't I?" Gong Ping raised her eyebrows, and then exclaimed, "I didn't add him on WeChat!"
"Why did you add my boyfriend on WeChat?"
"Can't I have friends of the opposite sex?"
"Humph."
Jiang He wrinkled her nose. Thinking of how Xu Qing was drinking tea and chatting with her just now, she felt that she probably wouldn't have the chance to threaten to kill him.
The two of them walked on the sidewalk. It was not September yet, and the leaves would start to turn yellow in a few days.
"Don't you want to play the piano live? Where's the computer? "
"The computer is in the bedroom. The living room is too troublesome. Sometimes I'm too lazy to get up, so I play a movie and lie in bed to watch."
"Our computer is in the living room, and we never bring it in."
"If I have a man, I'll move the computer out too." Gong Ping said casually.
"…"
Jiang He looked elsewhere. Men …
There seemed to be nothing good about it, just that it was warmer to sleep in the same bed.
Xu Qing's body was warm. Sometimes she squeezed in his side, and Xu Qing would hug her.
They went to the mall and bought some snacks. The two of them ate and walked to the food market to buy vegetables together. Gong Ping followed Jiang He's example, halving the amount of vegetables she bought and learning to cook at home.
When they returned, Xu Qing was no longer at the door, and Zhao Shu's grandson was nowhere to be seen. Only Zhao Shu was slowly drinking tea.
After greeting each other at the intersection, Jiang He went back with the vegetables. Xu Qing was changing the cat litter for White Gourd with a spatula, with two paper balls stuffed in its nose.
"Do you think White Gourd should be vegetarian? Cat food doesn't seem very healthy."
Xu Qing said without turning his head. From the sound, he knew that Jiang He was back — not only because Jiang He walked quietly, but also because only the two of them lived here.
"Didn't you tell me before that cat food is healthy?"
"I didn't say that. I said that chicken rolls are not healthy," Xu Qing said.
"A piece of meat, a piece of vegetable, and flour. Why is it not healthy?"
"It's fried, and the bread crumbs … You can eat it every day and see if you become a little fatty. We're talking about White Gourd. Why are you arguing with me? "
"Pingping was wearing high heels just now. Didn't you like it very much?" Jiang He put down the vegetables and moved closer to him, rubbing his buzz-cut hair.
“？？”
Xu Qing paused with the spatula.
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