He is still young and hasn't reached the age of giving gifts
It's my first time entering the presidential suite.
Pushing open the European-style sliding door, a stone-carved screen with Western antiques comes into view. To the right is the kitchen and to the left is an administrative suite.
The hall is so big that I couldn't stop exclaiming in awe.
Pulling open the wheat-colored curtains is a sea-view balcony. Distant mountain peaks are layered, and waves rise and fall continuously. Occasionally, a few birds fly across the sky, and the scenery is breathtakingly beautiful.
The flower scenery sitting on the wooden rattan chair saw me in a trance-like state, and impatiently tapped on the glass desktop carved with Greek goddess.
I was taken aback and looked at Hua Jingyan with embarrassment.
The sea breeze brings a wave of heat, and I smell the aroma of instant noodles from next door. I look up at the sun, which is high in the sky, already noon.
The goddess sold me a ten-layer new purple Nike backpack at a low price. I took out two boxes of convenience food from it.
I had a box that I originally planned to "sell" to Liang Su Na, but the goddess said to meet at 3 pm this afternoon, so this box won't come in handy.
"Are you... hungry?"
Try to behave and get out before 3 pm in the afternoon to appease my lunch ticket goddess.
Hua Jingyan looked at me emotionlessly.
Everyone has their own strengths, some people are born to be served, while others are good at serving others. As it happens, I have a high-quality talent for serving others. No matter what Hua Jingyan did to me just now, I want to sell the lunchbox to him.
Of course, I'm not generous enough to give it away for free.
I still remember that account with Su Na clearly in my mind.
One hundred dollars?
Three hundred francs?
Just as I was about to ask the price, Hua Jing softly spat out a single word.
Tea.
Chinese.
Very standard.
No accent.
It may be that my stunned expression was too ferocious, and Hua Jingyan couldn't look straight at me.
"Tea. Thank you." Hua Jingyan said again, then didn't look at me anymore.
He turned his head, gazing out at the sea view in front of him, chewing gum in his mouth.
"Tea... tea is coming right away." I rushed into the kitchen like a fart finding fire, and in my heart, I cursed eighteen generations of Flower Jingyan's ancestors.
The presidential suite is so luxurious! It's twice as big as our kitchen at home and has all the basic facilities.
There is also a microwave oven!
Open all the cabinets, and the fragrance of wood overflows.
Damn it! He actually understands Chinese! And speaks even more standard than me!
So, our nonsense on the big bus, did he hear it clearly?
"Hua Jingyan, I love you, till the end of time!"
I'd rather hide myself when I recall my ignorant words back then.
"Hey, what are you looking for?!" Huajing Yan's displeased voice came from beside her ear.
My waist is stiff from bending down.
"Electric kettle." I straightened up, lifted my chin, as if nothing had happened.
I have never confessed to him.
He didn't even kiss me.
Right. That's it. Calm down.
I command my wildly pounding heart to calm down.
"You know what an electric kettle looks like!" I secretly despise him. A noble young master with a house full of servants, how would he have seen such cheap goods?
Hua Jing stretched out her hands and held them against her chest, leaning lazily against the door frame.
"There."
This morning, I saw a black electric kettle standing quietly in the corner of the cupboard.
Turning around, my sly smile was retracted.
He doesn't seem like the kind of young master who has everything handed to him on a silver platter.
How strange!
But how did he follow me? Did he see that I had hostile intentions towards him?
I hate it the most when boys are rough to girls. When I saw the clear five-finger print on Su Na's white wrist, I was deeply shocked.
If it weren't for the huge disparity in power between us, I would have smashed the electric kettle in my hand on his head.
"Why let everyone misunderstand that you can't speak Chinese?"
