NCCnovel Chapter 223 Who is the outsider?
Chapter 223 Who is the outsider?
Chapter 223 Who is the outsider?
Women are amazing.
Doing many things will cause you to get tired before boys of the same physique, but shopping will not, but the more you shop, the more energetic you will be.
Yanxi has witnessed miracles in WeChat steps. There is a girl named Chuchu in the department. She usually has a pitiful appearance. She asked for leave and went to the capital of the neon country for four days and three nights. She took at least [-] steps a day. His steps for a week are counted.
Now Huamo and Third Sister are in such an excited state, they don't understand how tired the man in front of them is.
The key is to be tired.
He first ran up and down to buy drinks, and then sat in the restaurant for an hour.
He was overwhelmed by anxiety and impatience, and all of this seemed to be what he should do for granted. Neither of the two girls felt even the slightest bit of distress for him.
Not only that, but actually ordered him to buy two more drinks.
He had breakfast at seven o'clock, and he had been hungry for more than five hours. In order to wait for these two people, he stared at the table full of delicious food and swallowed.
This is a double injury from body and mind!
protest!Serious protest!President Yan seriously protested!
Hua Mo stared straight at him: "What did you just say? Say it again."
He put the camera on the table: "Daughter-in-law, please enjoy the photos in the morning, I will go back as soon as I go."
I said in my heart whether I would go or not, but my body was very honest.
This time he doesn't intend to bother Xiao Wu anymore, he should get off work and eat, right?
Once you know the name of the store and product, you can search it with your mobile phone.
Hard work pays off, Xu Liushan is just two small streets away from the sea.
He followed the navigation to the store and ordered three glasses in one go.
You have to try it yourself.
But when he was about to return with the packaged drinks, thunder and lightning struck, and the torrential rain that had been brewing all day finally poured down.
Coin-sized raindrops hit the ground like broken light bulbs.
Crash, for a while, nothing could be heard except the sound of rain.
People on the street fled in all directions, looking for shelter from the rain nearby.
Yanxi's place is okay, there is barely a half-meter-long shed, which can keep the upper body from getting wet.
He held up the three cups of drinks for fear of being splashed by the rain.
"Rainstorms usually come and go quickly, just wait." He comforted himself by talking to himself.
But contrary to expectations, the rain showed no sign of weakening, and large and small puddles soon formed on the ground.
A speeding taxi set off a large wave, which accurately covered his body and splashed his face.
The customers and workers in the store gave a wow, but quickly regained their composure.
Damn, it's all wet like this, and you're still hiding from the rain?
He wiped the water off his face with his arms, and tightened the drink packaging bag a little more. With his head down, he trotted in the direction of Harbor City in the heavy rain.
"Slow and steady," he told himself.
You have to run steadily, even if you run a little slower.
You have already become a drowned chicken, but don't slip and fall into a drowned dog.
Persistence is victory. There are plenty of clothes sellers in Harbor City, so you can just buy something and change it up. It’s no big deal.
While thinking about countermeasures optimistically, he was slowly approaching the upper limit of his psychological endurance.
The collapse of adults is sometimes just a moment.
But at this moment, Yanxi is still carrying it, and he can still carry it.
The two places are not far away. Even with the blessing of heavy rain, he managed to get there within 5 minutes.
The shoes were full of water, and they made a creaking sound when they walked, which caused the customers next to them to look back curiously.
Seeing him being so embarrassed by the rain, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Suddenly a clerk rushed out, handed him a dry towel, motioned to wipe his hair, and then ran back into the store with his earphones covered.
It must be the man from God's perspective reaching out to him.
After drying his hair and face, he put the towel on his shoulders and took out his phone to have a look.
Hua Mo actually sent several messages.
"Flying to buy drinks? So long?"
"What about people?"
"If you don't come back, we're done eating!"
"Can you do it? Buying a drink is so meaty!"
Hehe, she was sitting in a romantic French restaurant, listening to Mozart's piano variations for dinner, without even noticing that it was already stormy outside.
She was even startled when he stood beside him dripping water and silently put the drinks on the table.
"What are you doing? Fell into the sea?" She was still making fun of him inappropriately.
Yanxi looked at the few dishes left on the table, squeezed out a smile, and said calmly, "Go shopping first after eating, I'll come to you when I'm done eating."
"Nonsense, do you still let us watch you eat? Let's go first, you go to the toilet by yourself in a while, take the dryer to blow your body, really, I don't know how to borrow an umbrella when it's raining, and put a cotton bag on your mouth It’s like a trouser waist, and it’s a shame to save face.”
She left just like that, holding a cup of poplar nectar with her third sister.
This scene was completely different from what he had expected.
Shouldn't you be waiting to have lunch with him?
Shouldn't it be distressing to take him to buy clean clothes to change into?
Shouldn't he blame himself for the bad and stupid idea of asking him to buy drinks on a rainy day?
Anyway, just say thank you, or praise your husband for being too dedicated to his work.
What are you?slave?Or a pet?
The inside of his head was in a mess, he took out the straw, inserted it deeply into the cup, and took a sharp sip, a piece of fruit was sucked into the trachea, choking him to the point of tears.
Perhaps the tears were not entirely choked.
It was strange that he was not hungry anymore, and even felt uncomfortable in his stomach.
He raised his hand to call the waiter to pay the bill, but the waiter brought a set of clothes, a complete set of clothes inside and outside, even shoes and socks were ready.
He looked up and saw that the ring light on the ceiling hung impartially above the waiter's head. From this angle, it looked like an angel's halo.
It must be God who asked her to send the clothes!
Before God, he seemed so humble.
He was originally a king, but he wanted to disguise himself as bronze in front of Hua Mo!
Aren't you looking for guilt for yourself?
Do you want to keep being stubborn?
Why don't you just throw a mountain of money at her until she surrenders?
Holding the clothes in his hands, he was full of thoughts and tears filled his eyes.
"Mr. Yan, the money on this table has already been settled. We have a locker room for the employees. If you don't mind, you can change your clothes in there. If you get wet, you will catch cold." The waiter's words pierced his heart.
Even an outsider knew that he was worried about him catching a cold. How could Hua Mo come up with such a thing and ask him to go to the toilet to dry off? !
He thanked him politely, took his clothes to the changing room according to the guide of the waiter, and changed them up and down.
I don't know who chose the clothes, but the size I picked fits perfectly, and even a pair of shoes seem to grow on my feet, very comfortable.
Paired with a half-dry and half-wet hairstyle, he still looks a bit handsome and scumbag.
Who would know him so well?
Is there really a God?
Wearing new clothes, looking at the soggy old clothes that have been replaced, throw it away?
But when he didn't want to be entangled, a sentence popped up in his heart unconsciously: "Women are like clothes."
If clothes are like women, then you can't just throw them away.
He is not a person who likes the new and dislikes the old. Not only does he not like the new and dislike the old, but he also has a special nostalgia for the old.
"Waiter, is there a laundry here?" He smiled and asked the waiter.
Unexpectedly, he did, so he threw away his underwear and socks, and took the remaining bag of wet clothes, pants and shoes to the laundry, leaving his flight number and contact information, and the problem was solved.
The stone that had weighed him down just now finally fell down, and as soon as the stone fell, he was actually hungry again.
Passing by a cake shop, I ate two pancakes, hey, they taste like Liuxin mooncakes!
He bought two more for Hua Mo and Third Sister to try.
The cake shop is next door to the Apple store, and I was worried that I couldn't find a place to watch my computer.
The quality of Apple's computers is unquestionable.
The appearance is simple and stylish, the display screen is bright but not glamorous, the keyboard is soft and precise, but the operating system is not used to it.
Usually Windows is used to various pirated and cracked software, and there are very few software stores on the Mac side.
Although he usually writes code, he has a superficial understanding of the underlying hardware knowledge.
I often meet a friend who wants to configure a computer and ask his opinion, but he can't answer.
Nonsense, do you know how to fix TVs if you study electrical engineering?
Do you know how to fly a plane if you study aerospace?
Does a student of biotechnology necessarily know health massage?
He usually runs the program on the server, and the server is very powerful, but the computer the company gave him is the kind that can barely type word.
Yanxi looked at the configuration written next to each prototype, feeling a bit at a loss as to what to do.
A waiter wearing a white suit and a dark blue shirt came to the side and smiled: "Hi, may I choose a notebook?"
"Yes, I want to buy one with strong performance and large space. I use it for editing pictures, editing pictures, you know?" He expressed his needs one by one.
The waiter bowed politely, "Sorry, no."
Is there a mistake?Where is my god?
Pointing to the different models of computers in front of him, he asked in surprise, "Isn't it? My requirements shouldn't be too strict, right? Maybe it's powerful enough to edit pictures, and it doesn't matter if you have a lot of space or not."
He settled for the next best thing.
But the waiter still smiled in bewilderment, bowed again and said, "I'm sorry, I really don't have this."
(End of this chapter)