Chapter 200
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Cong Nianwei felt a little guilty. She had been so busy with the design of a government building with her tutor that she had forgotten to inform her boyfriend of her summer vacation plans and to call Qin Guan.
It was a beautiful misunderstanding. Qin Guan was just as guilty as Cong Nianwei. One of them was having fun, while the other was concentrating on her work.
Cong Nianwei waved at Qin Guan's roommates in a friendly manner. "You don't need to answer the call. I have the key anyway. I'll come and see you when I'm free. Since your roommates are here, I won't worry about you being lonely during the summer vacation."
Qin Guan put her bag on the tea table in the living room and asked casually, "It's heavy. What did you bring?"
Mu Lejiang moved away from the sofa and returned to the bedroom with Ye Dong, leaving Qin Guan and his girlfriend alone in the living room.
"This is a model I made for you in my spare time in the studio."
Cong Nianwei opened the bag. Inside was a small garden made of countless small pieces of wood.
Cong Nianwei's eyes lit up when she talked about architecture. She picked up the model and introduced it to Qin Guan. "This is the first house I've ever dreamed of designing. It has a garden like a pasture, but it has a sharp roof like a gothic building.
"The small barn at the back of the garden can be used to store our car, and it can also be modified into a space for me to work."
There is a small pond behind it, not a swimming pool. The swimming pool is at the back door of the house. It's basically an indoor swimming pool. It's part of the whole building. "
The more Cong Nianwei talked, the more excited she became. She started using professional jargon. Qin Guan looked at his sparkling girlfriend and the exquisite and elegant house model. His heart was racing like a stampede of horses.
How much will it cost to build this house? Aiya, I have another future plan! Qin Guan subconsciously counted his recent income with his poor savings.
As she spoke, she felt a cold, sticky liquid flow past her feet. She looked down and saw her favorite white sandals soaked in the yellow, foamy liquid flowing out from under the sofa.
Cong Nianwei stood up quickly and rushed into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and put her hands and feet into the warm water.
"Qin Guan! Come here! "
He had no idea what had happened. All he saw was his girlfriend rushing into the bathroom like a bolt of lightning.
"I don't think that's a good idea. You suddenly want to take a bath, and I'm not mentally prepared yet. Besides, there are so many people at home now. Although it's more exciting to sneak around, it's still not a good idea."
Qin Guan rubbed his hands and walked to the bathroom door.
"Cut the crap! Get in here! "
Cong Nianwei turned off the shower and dragged him in. She left the door ajar and asked, "What's the liquid under the sofa? How did your roommates solve their problems in your house? Did they solve their problems on the spot because they couldn't get to the bathroom or because they fell asleep in the middle of the night? "
Disappointed, Qin Guan looked at his girlfriend, who was dressed neatly in the bathroom. "What liquid?" he asked.
Cong Nianwei took his hand and pointed at the yellow liquid that was overflowing from under the sofa.
"Maybe it was the beer we drank yesterday." Qin Guan walked over to the sofa awkwardly and picked up a bunch of beer cans.
"I didn't notice it until you reminded me. I was busy talking about the model. Can you explain it to me, Qin Guan? It's only been a holiday. How did the house become like this? "
It was said that three women could make as much noise as 500 ducks, but it was nothing compared to six single men living in one room.
Cong Nianwei scanned the house from head to toe. The kitchen was full of dishes that hadn't been washed the night before. Two socks of different colors were stuck between the sofa cushions. There were beer stains on the living room floor, and smelly clothes were piled up on the clothes rack in the bedroom.
She looked at Qin Guan fiercely. He stepped forward at once and gave her a flattering smile. "I'll call them to clean the house." Then he pushed open the door of Liu Xiaoyang's guest room.
The milky white door opened. Liu Xiaoyang was standing in front of the window with his back facing the door. He was holding an Arctic Ocean soda bottle in his hand as an imaginary microphone. He was forgetting himself and singing, "I'm a little bit moved by you, just a little bit …"
The coquettish blue and white checkered sheets were around his waist. Liu Xiaoyang was singing in a daze as if there was no one else around him.
Cong Nianwei took out a feather duster from the vase next to the clothes rack in the living room and hit the edge of the sofa.
The muffled sound made Qin Guan shiver. Liu Xiaoyang was like a stuck MP3 player, playing in a loop. "Moved, moved, moved..."
Cong Nianwei pointed at Qin Guan, the living room and the master bedroom. Before she could say anything, Ye Dong and Mu Lejiang, who had been peeping at them through the crack of the door, walked into the living room with an embarrassed smile.
The four boys stood in a row obediently, listening to the housekeeper's instructions. "You clean the kitchen. Wash the dishes, wash the pots and wipe the table."
"You clean the guest room and the master bedroom. Qin Guan, you clean the living room." "What are you waiting for? Get to work! "
"Okay, okay."
The few of them hurriedly got to work. If they were a step slower, they might get whipped by Love's little leather whip.
Cong Nianwei smiled satisfactorily at the obedient girls. After they had cleaned up the house, they left the master bedroom to the intimate couple.
Cong Nianwei leaned against Qin Guan's chest, fiddling with her wooden house model. They sat together quietly. Qin Guan touched her long soft hair and took out the Maybelline makeup box from the bedside table.
"Do you like it?" Qin Guan put the gift on her lap.
Cong Nianwei was surprised. She put the model beside the bed and opened the box.
Qin Guan was about to show off that it was a birthday present he had bought for Cong Nianwei in advance, when he heard his girlfriend exclaim in surprise, "Wow! Qin Guan, you got a part-time job again!"
What? My girlfriend can read my mind? How could she know that it was a gift?
Cong Nianwei showed Qin Guan the outer packaging of the Maybelline box. The inconspicuous bottom of the plastic shell was engraved with "For VOGUE".
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