Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 392 Don’t Touch Me

First of all, thank you for your likes.

I am actually very happy that someone likes me so much in this life.

But I'm just a mute smuggler.

I won't be able to make you happy, and I might even make you lose face. There's no benefit in talking to me.

Miss Jingzhi, please wake up.

Besides, I like living alone, so please move out today.

The above is the content on the piece of paper that Cheng Ying wrote to Jingzhi before.

After Cheng Ying left, Jingzhi was depressed for a few days. After her last argument with Cheng Ying, she figured out a lot of things. Life is not just about love, and she wants to live a good life without him.

So she took out all the clothes and coats that had not been washed before, and was about to do a thorough cleaning when she found this piece of paper that she didn't dare to look at.

Now that things have gotten this bad, there’s nothing left to be afraid of.

That's what she thought five minutes ago.

After reading it, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Yes, she has finally come to her senses now and will definitely not let him hurt her again.

Jingzhi froze, picked up the lighter on the table, and lit the paper.

A corner of the paper caught fire, and the fire instantly spread upwards. The smoke increased and floated upwards.

Jingzhi stared blankly at the flames devouring his words, his eyes hot again. It was impossible for him to say that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Just as I was about to sit back on the bed and take a rest, the smoke alarm above my head suddenly beeped a few times, like a shower head, spraying countless water lines.

The unburned paper fell to the ground and was washed away by the water. Jingzhi covered his head with his hands and screamed, then rushed out of the room.

She lowered her head and rushed out, completely unaware that there was a silent person standing outside.

After Cheng Ying staggered after being knocked by her, he stepped back to block the impact and just happened to hug Jingzhi tightly.

"That damn guy set fire to my room again?! Didn't he even read the notice downstairs?!"

The alarm on the first floor kept ringing, and the proprietress rushed up the stairs with a fire extinguisher in her hand, cursing.

again?

Jingzhi suddenly realized that the crack on her roof with water marks was caused by this.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Cheng Ying was startled. He grabbed Jingzhi's waist and dragged her to the next door to 401.

403 opened the door.

Zhong Ao walked out, looking puzzled and wary.

Before he could even look at it for two seconds, a soft pink and white hand reached out, wrapped around his neck and pulled him in.

"Come in, you're not wearing any clothes...Are you ashamed?"

"Bang, bang." Two sounds.

403 Closed.

402 is also closed.

The panting proprietress suddenly fell silent when she saw the door of 401 wide open.

Maybe the smoke dissipated quickly, so the waterlogging in the house was not too serious.

The main thing is that this female guest is generous and pitiful.

She paid two months' rent with a wave of her hand. When she came up to clean the corridor, she could hear sobbing coming from the house from time to time.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, the proprietress went in and turned off the water valve, then quickly walked to the window and looked down through the half-open window.

Fortunately, there was no body downstairs and she did not jump off the building.

The proprietress covered her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and went downstairs.

If the lease is long-term, she is not responsible for the hygiene of the house.

She picked up her phone and sent a text message to Jingzhi.

[When you hand over the house, you must keep everything in the same condition as it was before. Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you, I will deduct your deposit.]

……

At this time in Room 402, the curtains were closed, with only a ray of light leaking in from under the curtains.

There was a faint smell of smoke and the fragrance of oranges in the air.

It should be said that the fresh fragrance of orange accounts for 90%.

Jingzhi strongly suspected that there were a large number of oranges in this room.

But she didn't have time to turn on the light at this moment.

After the proprietress came downstairs, she began to struggle, using her hands to pry open Cheng Ying's arms that were tightly around her waist.

"What are you doing? We have nothing to do with each other. What you are doing now is just like being a hooligan. Get out!"

That damn girl is really strong.

Cheng Ying couldn't control her, and his arm was torn so hard that it hurt, so he had no choice but to let her go.

The silver-white door handle was quickly grasped and pressed down by a bare hand. Before it could be opened, her shoulder was tightly grasped by a hand reaching out from the side. A sudden force pressed her whole body against the door.

Before she could even utter the word "fuck", the light switch behind her was accidentally turned on by her struggle.

The bright light hit Jingzhi, and she couldn't help but squint.

When she saw clearly what was on the coffee table, her pupils shrank, and she immediately stopped struggling and stood still.

There were at least thirty bright yellow oranges piled on the right side of the coffee table, and on the left was a plastic bag filled with orange peels.

To be conservative, Cheng Ying should have eaten more than ten.

If I had known this, why bother.

If he had accepted the orange she wanted to give him that day, wouldn't all this trouble have happened?

Jingyi gently pushed the head buried in her shoulder and said, "What are you doing? You ate it all in one breath. Do you want to go to the hospital and let me pity you?"

Cheng Ying didn't answer, but just held her stubbornly, tightening his arms around her waist.

Jingzhi hasn't forgotten why she ran away.

His letters were written so resolutely, and now he turns around and regrets it. She is not a shameless person and can accept anything.

"I don't care where you want to live or what you want to do, I just ask you not to disturb my life, otherwise I will move on."

When Cheng Ying heard that she was leaving again, he was completely panicked.

He released the strength from his arms, raised his hands and gently held her face, letting her look at him, then let her go and began to sign to her.

Including the lip movements, it only expressed three extremely simple words.

"sorry."

After he typed it for the first time, Jingzhi chuckled and closed his eyes. "I don't understand what you're saying. I haven't learned sign language yet, so you don't have to compare."

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could no longer see any gestures Cheng Ying made.

He bit his lip, touched his throat, and felt a little aggrieved.

You know he can't say it, why do you have to do this?

Cheng Ying pulled her sleeve, took her to the table, and spread out the notebook on the table for her to see.

Several pages, densely packed with sorrys.

Each word is neatly written, showing the sincerity of the writer.

Jingzhi crossed her arms and used the same old trick. Since he was a mute, she pretended to be blind and illiterate.

"I don't understand what you wrote, and I can't see it."

Cheng Ying was completely at a loss.

With his eyelashes drooping, he stared at her pitifully. He mustered up the courage to clear his throat and then exerted force on his vocal cords.

“Ah…da…poof…”

Well, what the hell is this? It's so embarrassing.

Cheng Ying quickly lowered his head in shame, tightly holding his flushed face, turned sideways past her, and walked quickly towards the wardrobe.

The little mute was both pitiful and cute just now.

Jingzhi almost laughed out loud, luckily he lowered his head and walked away.

While he didn't know what to do, Jingzhi took two big strides and walked straight to the door. As soon as her hand touched the cold door handle, someone hugged her waist and dragged her back.

She slapped the strong arms at her waist twice and shouted angrily: "What on earth are you doing?! This is pure hooliganism, let me go!"

Cheng Ying's right arm felt hot, and two slap marks gradually appeared.

Cheng Ying ignored her and pulled her to the chair. After letting her sit down, he walked around behind her and gently placed the dry towel in his hand on her wet head.

His gentle fingers pressed on her hair through the towel, and Jingzhi's scalp went numb. She dug her toes into the ground and sprinted towards the door in front of her right.

Before he had taken two steps, the towel fell down and both ends were tightly grasped in the hands of the people behind him.

The towel was stretched straight, tightly around her neck and pulled back.

Jingzhi slumped back down onto the chair she had just sat on. She covered her tight neck, coughed a few times, and turned her head to curse:

"Ahem, what on earth are you trying to do, trying to murder me?"

Cheng Ying pulled back the towel, pointed at her head with an innocent look on his face, and made a water gesture.

Jingzhi suddenly pursed her lips, her expression becoming extremely stubborn. She stood up and faced him, tapping his chest while asking:

"You don't like me, so why do you help me dry my hair? If you don't like me, why do you leave me here? I'll go back to my room, can't I dry it myself?"

The place she poked was a bit dangerous, so Cheng Ying subconsciously took a step back and handed her the towel.

Jingzhi didn't answer and turned away.

Cheng Ying quickly walked around to her, blocked the door, and handed her the towel again.

【Wipe it.】

The meaning is obvious.

He wouldn't let her go and cared about her so much.

Jingzhi suppressed the rising love in her head, took a deep breath, and met his eyes with her clear eyes:

"I'm asking you one last time, do you like me? Do you want to be with me?"

Cheng Ying tightened the towel in his hand, and his arm finally fell down weakly.

Seeing his confused expression, Jingzhi narrowed her eyes and took a step closer. "I don't need you to answer. Nodding or shaking your head are both answers. I hope you can let me know clearly."

The embarrassing scene where he was speechless just now was still vivid in his mind. This time, it was Cheng Ying's turn to back down.

He turned his face away, pretending not to hear Jingzhi's words, and just gently put the towel on her shoulders.

……

That's it again.

When faced with serious issues, he always avoids talking about them.

Jingzhi was so angry that she felt dizzy. She pulled the towel off her right shoulder and lashed at him, "Humph! I won't ask again!"

With a snap, his collar was knocked to one side by the towel. Cheng Ying's pupils shook violently and he grabbed his collar tightly.

Jingzhi tutted, glanced at him and said sarcastically:

"Don't worry, since you don't like me, I won't do anything indecent to you again. You... just hold it for the rest of your life, hum."

……

That's obviously not the case...

……

Jingzhi finally took the towel back home.

Cheng Ying leaned against the door, looking at the closed door next door, feeling lost.

In the center of his chest, the ring, already warmed by his skin, was perfectly hidden in his collar.

Cheng Ying raised his hand to cover his collar. He never liked buttoning the top two buttons, but this time he buttoned them up properly.

……

Jingzhi had just changed into a clean nightgown. When she heard a few knocks at the door, she hesitated for a moment.

She quietly walked to the door, squatted down and tilted her head to look at the cotton mop and the mop handle outside the crack of the door, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Is it the landlady?

Jingzhi forced a smile and opened the door, "Sorry, I was careless just now..."

The moment she saw Cheng Ying, she closed her eyes and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

This little mute even learned to pretend to be the landlady and trick her into opening the door. How cunning!