This is a fake fan!
This is the feeling that Fang Yihan brought the child into the door.
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Song Xiaoyi was not afraid, so he followed Fang Yihan into the house of Mujingchi.
As soon as she entered the door, her eyes stopped on the aquarium at the entrance, where the swimming fish and floating water plants symbolized young vitality, which also changed her impression of Mujingchi.
For a long time, Song Xiaoyi has defined Mu Jingchi as an image of being aloof and aloof, which is comparable to the overbearing president. But just by virtue of this aquarium, it has a more mundane flavor.
The corners of her mouth naturally outline a light smile.
As she walked forward, her eyes also scanned around, and the kitchen and living room seemed a bit messy. The former has piled up some hot pot side dishes and soup ingredients, while the latter is the place to eat hot pot, and has not cleared up the remnants of hot pot.
Mu Jingchi thought that eating hot pot in the living room seemed more atmosphere.
Although there are two bad aspects, Song Xiaoyi can still understand that this is the scene after the hot pot dinner.
Then she saw a bookshelf beside the sofa, on which were placed some suspense novels at home and abroad, some of which she had read.
When you skim over the bookshelf, you will find a very conspicuous potted plant.
Outside, the cold wind blows, and the branches and leaves on the potted plants swing with the wind, but none of them decline. It is obvious that the owner of this house has a good care for them.
The house is very simple in layout, and there are not many household appliances, but it is not so cold with aquariums and potted plants.
This makes Song Xiaoyi have a new look at Mujingchi, and her impression of Mujingchi has become more three-dimensional and rich.
The tip of his nose stirred, and Song Xiaoyi was curious.
Normally, the house behind the hotpot must be full of the smell of hotpot, but she did not feel the pungent smell of hotpot.
Moreover, the whole person feels extremely comfortable, and has a sense of openness.
"Is this the home of the Great God?"
Unable to help sighing, Song Xiaoyi immediately felt a gaze from Fang Yihan.
"You are a fan of Mujingchi, not mine, are you?"
Fang Yihan expressed doubts, but his tone was affirmative
Speaking of this, Fang Yihan immediately patted his forehead and woke up
"Come on, come out with me."
Song Xiaoyi gets rid of Fang Yihan and grabs his hand. "I live next door. I'm the neighbor of God. Every morning we wait for the elevator together."
"Also," Song Xiaoyi angrily took out a certificate from his pocket and patted it in front of Fang Yihan. "I'm not a child, I'm 20 years old."
Fang Yihan's eyes stared at Song Xiaoyi, took his ID card and looked at it again, rubbed his eyes with both hands, and stared at Song Xiaoyi again.
"Little girl, you are a little slow!"
I didn't pay too much attention to Song Xiaoyi's appearance before. I instinctively thought that the other person was still a little girl. After all, based on the height, appearance and voice of each other, they are all little girls regardless of their first feeling, first sight and first hearing.
Song Xiaoyi grabs Fang Yihan's ID card.
She took this ID card with her, which was really deceptive.
Fang Yihan found two cups and poured half a cup of hot water, one for himself and one for Song Xiaoyi.
After drinking two mouthfuls, Fang Yihan feels that his drinking power has receded, and his consciousness has become clearer. He looks at Song Xiaoyi.
"You little girl came here in the middle of the night and lied that she was my fan when she went out of Mujingchi. It was an attempt!"
Song Xiaoyi held the hot water in his hands, lowered his head and sipped the cup, sucking it gently.
"If you have anything to ask, please ask quickly. The pool should be back soon. If he sees us together, he will misunderstand."
Upon hearing Fang Yihan's words, especially the last two, Song Xiaoyi immediately raised his head, apparently not wanting Mu Jingchi to misunderstand their relationship.
"This..." Song Xiaoyi didn't know what to call it.
Fang Yihan changed a more comfortable position and lay on the sofa. Seeing Song Xiaoyi's nervous reaction, he smiled slightly. It suddenly became clear that the little girl liked Mujingchi.
"Just call us also cold, brother Fang is ok."
"Brother Fang, do you have a micro signal of admiring God? Can you give it to me?"
Fang Yihan is still looking forward to some hot topic. Unexpectedly, he said such a sentence and shook his head. "It's a good idea to add pool through WeChat, but the feasibility is not high."
"Chi Zi likes to communicate face to face, and the next one is by telephone. He likes the way of communication with voice or picture. WeChat voice is not good, and he hates trouble when typing."
"Moreover, he may not pass your request to add."
"As far as I know, Chi Zi seldom plays WeChat, and is too lazy to watch his circle of friends for half a month. He will not pass the request to add friends unless he is a familiar friend who asks to add friends through face-to-face conversation."
Song Xiaoyi nodded when she heard these words.
"Little girl, if you really like the pool, you will take the initiative to pursue him." Speaking of this, he straightened up and spoke more seriously.
However, Song Xiaoyi is shy and has been seen through at a glance. Her eyes swayed from side to side, and she quickly took up the water cup again to cover up her panic.
"Chi Zi is introverted and doesn't take the initiative with girls, which is why he was young."
Fang Yihan paused. He was not sure whether to tell more about Mujingchi. It was someone else's privacy after all. Finally, he stopped on this topic.
"I think you can use some small routines to make the pool familiar with you."
"With your appearance, women chasing men should be the result of the interlayer yarn."
Women chasing men is not universally applicable. If girls are too ugly, women chasing men is also a barrier mountain.
"I just don't know whether your Luoli style is the style that Chi Zi likes." Fang Yihan mentioned this sentence and suddenly remembered Liu Ruxu who had dinner together just now.
He saw that Zheng Qian wanted to set up Liu Ruxu and Mu Jingchi, but he felt that both of them were not very interested in each other. Although the eyes are clear and appreciative, they have no idea of falling in love.
"Routine?" Song Xiaoyi automatically ignores the last sentence, because her thoughts have been staying at Fang Yihan's first sentence, which reminds her of an old saying, "Since ancient times, true feelings cannot be retained, only routines can win people's hearts."