Cen Sen took a step forward, and she followed suit.
She noticed Cen Sen heading towards the cashier and couldn't help but tug at the back of his coat, whispering, "Go to the self-checkout!"
Cen Sen tilted his head slightly back.
Ji Xiaohua, like a startled bird, also turned slightly, trying her best to avoid his peripheral vision.
Fortunately, Cen Sen didn't mock her or make a fuss, and went along with her wishes by using the self-service channel.
After scanning the product barcode, Cen Sen took out his phone to pay.
Ji Mingshu was eagerly hoping he would finish quickly and take her away from this utterly shameful place, but unexpectedly he suddenly asked, "Did you delete me on WeChat again?"
Ji Mingshu was speechless for several seconds.
Sir, this is from a bygone era, and you're only just realizing this now? If divorce were unilaterally possible, wouldn't you only find out you've lost your wife when your family starts pressuring you to have children?
But she couldn't afford to offend her savior at this moment, so she hid behind him and whispered the blame, "It must have been a typo, or maybe WeChat malfunctioned, what a piece of junk software!"
Cen Sen: "..."
After glancing at his expression, Ji Mingshu hurriedly took out her phone and sent a friend request, "I've added you, please accept."
Ke Cen Sen didn't even look at it, put his phone away, and said calmly, "We'll talk about it later."
Ji Mingshu: "...?"
Why did she interpret "we'll see how you perform" from those simple three words, "we'll talk about it later"?
Cen Sen strode out, and Ji Mingshu, not having time to think much, furtively grabbed his hem and followed closely behind him.
It was already 10 p.m. when they got back to the hotel suite. As expected, Ji Mingshu immediately went into the bathroom.
Cen Sen ignored it and took the ingredients directly to the kitchen.
Ji Mingshu was taking a bath in the bathroom while playing on her phone when she saw a flurry of well-informed messages on WeChat. She posted a message on her WeChat Moments to reply to everyone: "Thank you all for your concern. I've returned safely to the hotel. /heart"
The post also included a cute little girl emoji.
Turning to the "Three Little Fairies" group of respectable women, she became furious again, starting with "What sins did I, Ji Mingshu, commit in my past life?" and flooded the screen with complaints for five whole pages.
Gu Kaiyang and Jiang Chun first exchanged a series of tacit "hahahahaha" laughs, flirting wildly with the possibility of being removed from the group chat.
Then, with great experience, before Ji Mingshu could explode, he went along with her wishes and criticized the production team, Yan Yuexing, and even innocent bystanders and the equally innocent Cen Sen. In short, he adopted the attitude of "those who follow the bird prosper, those who oppose the bird perish".
After being coaxed so unprincipledly for a while, Ji Mingshu finally calmed down a bit. And once again, she sincerely felt that there was no one better than her sisters in the world, and that men were all just worthless weeds.
Remembering that Cen Sen hadn't added her on WeChat, she couldn't help but curse him a few more times in the group chat.
However, Jiang Chun had only recently joined the rainbow fart team, and his skills were not yet perfect.
Moreover, she had always thought that Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen were a loving couple, so she naturally assumed that Ji Mingshu's scolding was a flirtatious insult.
So she started praising Cen Sen in a clever way, praising him for two whole pages without stopping. Ji Mingshu was so captivated that she didn't get a chance to interject.
After praising him, this little goose also connected his own situation with Tang Zhizhou and sincerely sent a voice message, suggesting: "Hitting is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love. We all know you like your husband very much, but it's fine if you scold him in the group, but try to show your gentle side in front of your husband. Otherwise, your husband may not feel your rather unconventional affection, do you understand? Because I've found that men's thought processes are really simple, he can't feel your roundabout way of expressing himself."
"..."
Who likes him?
Is your thought process too complicated, you little country bumpkin?!
I just kept cursing at him, cursing at him, cursing at him!!!
Ji Mingshu: [Shut up!]
Jiang Chun was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, she found that the group name had changed to "Two Little Fairies and One Little Goose".
Perhaps it was the steamy bathroom that made the temperature too high, as Ji Mingshu felt a bit hot.
She stared at the line after the speech was converted to text: "We all know you love your husband very much," and couldn't take her eyes off it.
After a long while, she forced herself to turn her phone screen down to one side, got up, wiped herself off, and hurriedly left the bathroom.
In the short time that Ji Mingshu was taking a shower, the aroma of porridge wafted from the kitchen.
She sat in the living room, watching a palace drama absentmindedly for a while, then went through a lot of internal struggles before finally sauntering barefoot into the kitchen.
"Hey, what kind of porridge are you cooking? It smells really good."
With her hands behind her back, her shoulders and back were slender and straight, giving her the air of a princess on an inspection tour.
"Vegetables and shrimp".
Cen Sen was still processing the ingredients, without even looking up.
Ji Mingshu tiptoed and peered ahead, then mustered her courage and asked awkwardly, "So, do you need my help? I mean... is there anything I can do?"
"No."
Concise and to the point, it shattered my fragile heart with a single sentence.
"..."
Cen Shisen is being unusually gentle today – the top of the world's three great illusions :)
Ji Mingshu was so speechless that she turned to leave, but Cen Sen suddenly stopped and turned back to say, "If you're so free, why don't you revise your design?"
Ji Mingshu paused, "What happened to my design drawings?"
She came up with the design very quickly this time, finalizing the theme and renovation plan within two or three days after the program team provided the actual house renovation scene.
The homeowners met through a musical film, which features a theme song called "epilogue," which is also the theme of Ji Mingshu's design for this project.
It perfectly matched the light retro style proposed by the homeowner, and also had the beautiful meaning of going from the prelude to the end. Ji Mingshu was in high spirits and produced the drawings very quickly. The final rendering effect was also perfect. Even Yan Yuexing in their group couldn't say a word after seeing the rendering.
So what's the problem?
Cen Sen wiped his hands and said slowly, "You have many design concepts, including your real-life photos, which have a very academic style. But the homeowner is an ordinary person. Home is not a showroom. Practical functionality is always the primary need."
In short, it's not grounded in reality and uninhabitable.
Ji Ming opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refute, but suddenly didn't know where to start.
She was wearing a smoky pink silk nightgown, barefoot, leaning against the kitchen doorway. She just stood there blankly for ten minutes, looking pitiful, weak, and helpless.
Cen Sen: "Stop thinking about it, drink your porridge first."
Ji Mingshu snapped out of his daze and then smelled the delicious aroma of the vegetable and shrimp porridge.
She had been interrupted several times along the way, and her stomach was so empty that she couldn't think of anything else. She just stared at Cen Sen and followed him to the restaurant with longing eyes.
Even while walking on flat ground, she suddenly slipped as if possessed by a ghost, and with a "plop," she sat back down heavily on the floor.
Cen Sen stood by the dining table and turned around, looking at her as if she were a little madwoman.
She was also stunned by the fall.
I sat on the floor with my hands supporting me, my tailbone was numb and painful, and for some reason I felt the pain spreading all the way to my skull.
The most terrifying thing was that Cen Sen just stood there and looked at her for a full minute. It seemed that he was certain that she would never be able to walk independently on her own, so he stepped forward and picked her up in his arms with a hint of pity.
Cen Sen: "Are you so hungry you've lost your brain?"
Aaaaah! Get your blood-stained, stinking hands off me! I don't need your help; I can get back up from where I fell!
Ji Mingshu was independent in spirit, but physically she could only be a humble little vase, tightly hugging Cen Sen's neck, her buttocks trembling with pain, but she could only keep a straight face and no expression.
Cen Sen suddenly smiled.
Ji Mingshu's fragile heart shattered again. "What are you laughing at? Were you just laughing?"
Cen Sen neither admitted nor denied it.
Ji Mingshu said sadly, "I can't live with you anymore. Our horoscopes might not be compatible."
As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Cen Sen's face, in a very affectionate way, pulling it apart with both hands.
She held on until she reached the bedside, then realized what she had done and hurriedly let go in a panic.
Cen Sen seemed not to care, and put her on the bed, letting her lie face down.
Ji Mingshu subconsciously raised his head.
Cen Sen didn't know what he was thinking. He leaned forward slightly and suddenly pinched her cheek back. His voice was low and deep, still slightly hoarse from jet lag, "So, who do you think you can live with?"
Ji Mingshu's voice was hoarse.
The two of them stared at each other in a rather strange posture.
Their hearts skipped a beat simultaneously.
Chapter 34
The lighting in the suites of Junyi Hotels is carefully considered. Bright spotlights illuminate the wine cabinets and bookshelves, while LED ring-shaped sensor lights illuminate the bathroom mirrors. The bamboo floor lamps beside the beds emit a soft, warm yellow glow. In the quietude where eyes meet, a touch of tender intimacy seems to be added to the tranquility.
The two drew closer and closer, and their heartbeats could be clearly heard in each other's ears.
For adult men and women, it seems only natural that something would happen next.
—If Ji Mingshu's stomach hadn't started growling with hunger.
Even after getting up the next day to continue recording the program, Ji Mingshu was still thinking about what happened last night.
Her mind was filled with images of the two of them gazing into each other's eyes and about to kiss. She felt an unconscious regret at the uncooperative growl from her stomach, and even uncontrollably imagined the intimate moments that should have happened last night.
"Mingshu, Mingshu?" Feng Yan called her twice. "What are you laughing at by yourself? Get off the bus."
Yan Yuexing glanced at her in the direction of the voice, her expression slightly disdainful. Seeing that the camera hadn't been turned on yet, she didn't bother to act anymore and said sarcastically, "In heat!"
After saying that, she got out of the car first, asking the makeup artist to fix her makeup while nervously turning around and pretending to casually glance into the car.
These days, Yan Yuexing is so angry because of Ji Mingshu's suppression. But as a teenage idol, she has a thousand or ten thousand curses in her heart, but she can't face the camera without fear like Ji Mingshu.
Moreover, Ji Mingshu is a particularly wicked woman. I don't know where she gets her confidence from. She doesn't know how to be humble or patient at all. She does everything headstrong and openly.
Having fully grasped Ji Mingshu's arrogance and domineering nature these past few days, Yan Yuexing couldn't help but feel regretful and uneasy after her sharp tongue. She was afraid that Ji Mingshu would react, get out of the car, and slap her twice. She felt that Ji Mingshu was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.
However, Ji Mingshu snapped out of her reverie and didn't have time to settle scores with Yan Yuexing for her sharp tongue, because she was quickly immersed in the shock of "how could I have such inappropriate thoughts about Cen Sen," and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
So embarrassing!
This is so unreal!