I don't want to live again

Chapter 89 Chapter 089

The house is very beautiful, Xie Fangfei glanced at it for a few times, with a strange expression on her face, she turned her head and glanced at him.

Song Qingcheng changed his shoes, but there were no women's slippers at home, so he found a pair of men's slippers for her, and then closed the door.

The house still has a slight taste of decoration, but it is not strong.

The materials he used for the decoration are relatively good, and the furniture was ordered by Zhang Kun in advance, so the smell can be ignored, and it is completely liveable.

Song Qingcheng went to open the window. At the end of October, the East China Sea was not so hot, it could be considered autumn, so the wind blowing in was very comfortable.

"Qingcheng, is this the house you rented?" Xie Fangfei turned to look at Song Qingcheng, very happy.

Song Qingcheng shook his head and curled his lips: "I didn't rent it, I bought it."

"Bought it?" Xie Fangfei was startled, then jumped up happily, threw herself into his arms, kissed him on the cheek a few times, and then turned around to visit around.

Song Qingcheng smiled, and put the guitar, violin, and computer into the study.

In a house with three bedrooms and one living room, there is also a small bed in the study room, and the desk is very elegant.

Going back to the living room and sitting down on the sofa, Xie Fangfei came back and sat beside him, smiling with the corners of her mouth curled up: "The decoration of the house is really beautiful, and there are two bathrooms."

"Move here and live with me." Song Qingcheng pinched her face.

Xie Fangfei blushed: "I don't want it! You have no good intentions... At most, I will cook for you in the future."

Song Qingcheng smiled and didn't force it, got up and went back to the study, and started to write.

Xie Fangfei walked around, entered the kitchen, and put the food she brought into the plate.

The plate is beautiful, not fancy, and she likes it very much.

She always feels that many things in the house are very suitable for her. They don't look so luxurious, but they have a sense of delicacy in life.

After thinking about it, she came to the study and said softly: "Qingcheng, give me the key. I'll go buy some food and cook for you when I come back. There is a double-door refrigerator at home. I can buy some more food."

"You don't come to live, and no one will eat it in the refrigerator." Song Qingcheng smiled, got up and found a new set of keys for her.

There are six sets of keys in the house, and he gave her one set. Xie Fangfei took it and said happily, "Give it to me?"

"Yes, come and live if you have time." Song Qingcheng nodded.

Xie Fangfei said angrily: "I'm not coming to live here... But, I will come here often to cook for you in the future. Anyway, there is a little more food in the refrigerator, and I will buy it for you."

Song Qingcheng didn't speak, just stared at her face, she turned and left, her face was red.

Xie Fangfei's heart beat a little fast, she naturally knew the meaning of living here, so she couldn't agree.

Song Qingcheng sat down to write a book, but he was thinking in his heart that when the hotel expires, he will live here, and he can also live in the duplex room.

Wanwan will definitely not be able to live here, if he dates Wei Shiding in the future, he will have to buy another house.

Looking back, he was going to take another look. In 2000, there were still quite a few houses in Donghai.

When Xie Fangfei came back, she bought a lot of vegetables, including vegetables and meat.

She washed some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, and bought a lot of frozen food, such as scallops, cold drinks, buns and various seafood.

There were still a lot of eggs and yogurt. Looking at the contents of the double-door refrigerator, she clapped her hands contentedly, and then started cooking.

The sound of the range hood came faintly, filled with smoke and fire, Song Qingcheng suddenly felt that this feeling was very good.

Wanwan doesn't know how to cook, Wei Shiding doesn't know if he can cook, maybe he can't, but Xie Fangfei is very good, at least he can cook, she is quite virtuous.

Xie Fangfei walked into the study, wearing an apron, very cute.

"Qingcheng, it's time to eat." Xie Fangfei said softly.

There are six dishes on the table, roast duck, green vegetables, braised pomfret, fried eggplant, fried eggs with tomato and fried clams, served with rice, and a large bowl is placed in front of Song Qingcheng.

"It's amazing!" Song Qingcheng praised.

Xie Fangfei smiled: "My craftsmanship is not very good, you can try it and see if you like it..."

The taste of the dishes was not bad, with the flavor of the south of the Yangtze River. The eggplant was especially well cooked. Song Qingcheng ate it slowly, and the big bowl of rice was wiped out.

After eating, Xie Fangfei got up to wash the dishes, and then they sat on the sofa holding hands and watched TV.

Song Qingcheng leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, wrapped his arms around Xie Fangfei's waist, caressed gently, and was dishonest.

Xie Fangfei's face was leaning against his chest, like a kitten, her body was fragrant, her skin was particularly good, glowing white, with an indescribable beauty.

No one can compare to her in this point, and her body is soft and feels very good, Song Qingcheng likes it very much.

"Fifi..."

"Ok?"

"You go take a shower first, can you stay here tonight?"

"No, I'm going back, you see me off."

Xie Fangfei got up in a panic, picked up her bag and was about to leave, Song Qingcheng pulled her, she leaned and sat on his lap, he hugged her waist, and kissed her ear.

"Stay here, you don't want me to become a monk, do you?" Song Qingcheng whispered in her ear.

Warm, like the wind in early summer.

Xie Fangfei's heart became more and more confused, she shook her head: "No! It's too fast, let me think about it again, okay?"

"Then when do you want to think about it?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Xie Fangfei took a deep breath and said, "Is Chinese New Year okay?"

"Okay, I'll take you back." Song Qingcheng nodded slightly, and took her hand without forcing it.

Xie Fangfei looked at his face, seemed a little bit disappointed, she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you angry?"

"No, I won't be angry." Song Qingcheng shook his head.

Xie Fangfei responded, lowered her head, and followed him all the way back to school.

The car drove into the school and stopped in front of the girls' dormitory building. Xie Fangfei turned her head and kissed him, got out of the car, and slowly entered the dormitory.

Song Qingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, at this moment, he thought of Wanwan again.

It would be great if Wanwan was by his side, he felt that it was not an option to go on like this, there had to be someone to take care of him by his side, Xie Fangfei was the best choice.

It's just that the time is not up yet, so he is not in a hurry, just wait.

In a flash of time, it came to November 11st, Song Qingcheng officially moved and returned the hotel.

It was raining lightly, and Song Qingcheng was driving around outside, trying to find another house.

He didn't choose near Tunghai University, but drove around in other districts.

The rain fell on the windshield, the wipers were scraping, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and it was already autumn.

Many women are walking on the road, wearing flower umbrellas, with a kind of delicacy imprinted in their bones.

He came near the Suzhou Creek, where there were lots of houses by the river, most of them were old houses, and some of them were quite big.

A hundred meters away on the left is a shanty town with rising and falling. The houses here are basically going to be demolished, and it will take five or six years at most.

On the right is a piece of exquisite old bungalows. This year, the old bungalows can still be bought and sold. After four years, the state-owned old bungalows will basically not be sold again.

Song Qingcheng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then parked the car on the side of the road, held an umbrella, and walked down slowly.

The old bungalows are not far from the riverside, they are big and small, some of them have huge gardens.

There was an agency on one side. Song Qingcheng walked in, and a man in a shirt and vest looked up at him with some surprise in his eyes.

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