He asked Chen Jiaxian for her opinion.
Pan Qiaomu bought a house in the new city. The road drainage capacity there should be much better than that in the old city.
When things were urgent, Chen Jiaxian had nothing to say and nodded in agreement.
Pan Qiaomu turned the car around, both of them feeling slightly embarrassed. Relatively speechless, Pan Qiaomu added: "Today is a special situation."
What is he saying. Pan Qiaomu thought.
Chen Jiaxian focused on the dancing wipers in front of her: "Well, there is a typhoon today."
What nonsense is this. Chen Jiaxian thought to herself.
The two men were silent.
…
After struggling through the water in the new city, Pan Qiaomu drove the car into the basement and parked it.
It's already early morning.
He turned off the engine and got out of the car first.
Chen Jiaxian wiped the water stains on the car seat with a paper towel, held it in her hand, and then got off the car.
The elevator went up, speechless all the way.
Pan Qiaomu's home is one terrace at a time. The elevator door opens, directly leading to the sunken entrance hall, with a streamlined hanging lamp on.
Chen Jiaxian's attention was attracted by the display cabinet, which contained a row of streets, houses and people made of Lego bricks. The rows of rooftops were warm and bright.
"You also like Lego?" Pan Qiaomu asked.
Chen Jiaxian shook her head and nodded again: "I have never played Lego. I like this kind of street scene."
For Chen Jiaxian, Lego is too expensive.
This kind of street scene, warm and bright, was not what she had experienced in her previous life, so she yearned for it.
but……
She said forcefully: "But now I don't like it."
She grew up dusty in the warm and bright youth of others, and accepted the dusty reality.
Pan Qiaomu looked at her expression and said calmly: "This is just a perfect fantasy."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Perfect? Perfection itself is hypocrisy."
Pan Qiaomu was quiet for a moment, and then he actually laughed. His romantic and passionate peach blossom eyes were crooked, and his light-colored pupils were full of unruliness.
Chen Jiaxian glanced at him.
He pointed to one of the models and introduced: "I bought this when I was studying abroad. I studied semiotics at that time. Do you know how funny semiotics is? Saussure said that all the titles, including 'father' and 'mother', They are just symbols of address and cannot specify a specific person. It means that as long as we are not obsessed with the love of our parents, we can find the love of 'father' and 'mother' from many, many people."
Find love yourself.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the toy street scene in front of her attentively: "Yeah."
Pan Qiaomu's eyes roamed around Chen Jiaxian's face and ended the topic. He entered the password, opened the door, took off a pair of brand new slippers, placed them in front of Chen Jiaxian, and then turned around and entered the house.
He came out with a pile of things, placed them in front of Chen Jiaxian, and pointed to the small room in the corner: "You sleep in the study."
Chen Jiaxian tugged at the wet clothes: "Can I borrow your washing machine and dryer?"
Pan Qiaomu flatly refused: "No."
Chen Jiaxian breathed a sigh of relief.
Compared to the unfamiliar good guy Pan Qiaomu, this kind of Pan Qiaomu is more familiar.
Pan Qiaomu said: "I don't like sharing the washer and dryer with others. But I can give you a shirt." He pointed to the air conditioner outlet, "You can hang your pants under the air conditioner outlet and they will be dry tomorrow morning."
This is indeed no problem.
So Chen Jiaxian nodded: "Thank you for the shirt, I will wash it and return it to you."
Pan Qiaomu waved his hand: "No need to return it, I'll give it to you." He pointed to the things in front of him, "You can use the bathroom in the guest bedroom. Bath towel, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, shower gel, and the ones under your feet Slippers. They are all given to you. After you use them, you must either throw them away or take them away yourself. You are not allowed to leave them in my house."
this.
It really is.
No surprise.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the unopened items in front of her, and then at the man in front of her: "Oh, okay."
Pan Qiaomu said "Do it yourself" and turned back to the room. With the clear sound of locking the door, he never came out again.
…
Resistance, what is it?
Chen Jiaxian thought that she could confidently explain the source of her resistance.
They are not friends. She resisted him and he hated her. In fact, they still hate each other.
Compared with goodwill, this made Chen Jiaxian feel at ease.
After taking a shower, she put on Pan Qiaomu's shirt and opened the study door. There is a narrow bed in the study. She lay on the bed and saw the soundproof decoration on the wall. There was such a fierce typhoon and rain outside, but there was silence in the study.
In this room, Pan Qiaomu separated himself from the world.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the study and seemed to touch a corner of the owner's personality.
But what does this have to do with her.
They hate and resist each other.
She touched her left arm that felt strange and slowly fell into a dream.
…
Chen Jiaxian woke up from the pain.
It felt like there was a knife twisting in her lower abdomen, constantly pulling her intestines down. Chen Jiaxian held her belly and rolled it a few times before she realized:
She had menstrual cramps.
Maybe it was because of the rain that my menstruation was particularly painful this time. Chen Jiaxian woke up from the pain, and suddenly remembered that she was still living in someone else's house.
She jumped up from the bed, flicked on the light, and hurriedly checked the bed.
Fortunately, there were no blood stains.
Colic pain struck again. Chen Jiaxian changed her sanitary napkin in a cold sweat, took out a thick stack of paper towels and spread it under her body, and then fell on the bed in an upright posture like a zombie.
…
After a night of heavy rain, the rain began to taper off early in the morning.
After Pan Qiaomu got up, he first set up his computer and wrote a warning email to Jun Ziyi, reporting to her the delay in the Changlefang old reform plan. He also took a screenshot of the process when it was stuck at Guan Xi's node, and put the date circle in Guan Xi's hands when the plan arrived. Come out as an accessory.
Who asked Guan Xi to hand him a clue?
After doing all this, Pan Qiaomu completed a few sets of morning exercises on the multi-functional fitness rack in the corner of the master bedroom, then took a shower, blow-dried his hair, opened the closet, took out a shirt from a row, and put it on.
He opened the door of the master bedroom, and the door of the study room happened to be opened as well. He and Chen Jiaxian suddenly came face to face. In the early morning light, both of them were startled, and then they both took two steps back.
Chen Jiaxian resisted and said awkwardly: "Morning."
It's just weird. Pan Qiaomu thought.
Suddenly a colleague of the opposite sex stayed overnight, and it was strange to feel comfortable.
Both of them felt uncomfortable.
So Pan Qiaomu said nothing and the two passed by each other.
…
Pan Qiaomu went to check the basement first.
There was no water in the basement and the car was fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the entrance of the garage to look at the traffic outside.
The property management team was wearing raincoats to remove broken branches from the ground. Pan Qiaomu looked at the thick branches and remembered that Chen Jiaxian gave him a hand yesterday, allowing him to narrowly avoid the fate of being shot in the head. He thought of the sanitary napkins in the convenience store last night, and her pale face and frown this morning. Ajna.
Dysmenorrhea during menstruation?
He looked up and looked across. There was a drink written on the glass door of the breakfast shop, and there was a ginger drink inside.
Would drinking some ginger make you feel better?
Pan Qiaomu borrowed an umbrella from the property management company and planned to buy a bowl of ginger milk and bring it back to Chen Jiaxian.
It’s not troublesome anyway.
He took a few steps and stopped.
Is this the concern that ordinary colleagues of the opposite sex should have?
Pan Qiaomu turned around and walked back.
After walking a few steps and approaching the garage door, he stopped again.
In any case, he was the one who called Chen Jiaxian out last night, causing her to get caught in a heavy rain, which must have made her feel very uncomfortable. He should bear some responsibility for this.
After hesitating for a long time, he turned around again and walked towards the breakfast shop.
After walking a few steps, he frowned and stopped again.
He cannot treat his female colleagues as weak. The outstanding female employees are fully capable of taking care of themselves if they feel unwell. After all, he is not familiar with her. As a colleague, does his current behavior cross the line? Will it offend her?
But Pan Qiaomu didn't move.
unless.
There is another reason.
It was him who wanted to buy it for her, and it had nothing to do with anything else.
How can it be? He won't!
Holding an umbrella, Pan Qiaomu directly denied this possibility and turned around to go home without hesitation.
Buy shit.
