Miss, Something’s Wrong With You

About 12:30 noon, Cheng Jinyang returned home from the clinic, opened the door, almost staring out.

All the objects in the living room are placed neat and tidy, and you can see that they were made by some kind of OCD. The floor was covered with white cashmere carpets, and the walls were replaced with new wallpaper. Whether it was the counter, tabletop or coffee table, they were all wiped clean.

A young woman is holding a rag, carefully wiping the window sill. She was wearing a uniform printed with "Cleaning Robot", and the light on her left temple indicated that this was not a human being of flesh and blood, but a highly simulated Housekeeping Synthetic Human.

"This cleaning assignment is over, and the next door-to-door cleaning time is 20:00 tonight." Finally, Synth stood up, compared his heart to his chest, and said to the dumbfounded Cheng Jinyang with a smile, "I am Little Yun, the maid robot of Tairong Housekeeping Company No.3741. If you are satisfied with the service, please give a five-star praise~"

She sent a vivid Qiubo here, Cheng Jinyang hurriedly touched the phone: "Oh, okay..."

"Don't be silly, this is a program set, not really asking for praise." The bathroom door opened and just finished washing. The head of Xing Yuanzhi walked out, still wiping her wet black hair with a towel.

"Are you washing your hair just now?" Cheng Jinyang asked.

"Yes."

"I remember you said that you don't wash your hair at noon."

"When I took a shower this morning, because I didn't bring I changed the laundry, so I simply washed my body." Xing Yuanzhi picked up the hair dryer and explained, "Just now this time I made up for the morning shower share."

...Cheng Jinyang was a bit speechless, only to hear Xing Yuanzhi say again:

"I have replaced all your dental cups, toothbrushes, and towels with new ones. You will have to change them once a week in the future. I'll come out."

"Hey!" Cheng Jinyang became dissatisfied. How can you throw other people's things casually?

"Do you know how much fungus, tartar, dander, and dead cells will accumulate after using personal cleaning products for a week?" Xing Yuanzhi looked disgusted, "If you don't want to lose it, you can. I will buy a bucket later. Throw all your old things in the bucket. Cover the bucket when not in use to prevent the fungal spores from floating out. This way, as long as your things ferment in it, the hair will grow. No problem with mushrooms."

Cheng Jinyang:? ? ?

"Well, since you pay to buy a new one, you will lose the old one if you lose it." Xing Yuanzhi's disgusting description was so terrible that Cheng Jinyang could only cough and agreed. .

Xing Yuanzhi, who finished blowing his hair coldly snorted, turned his head and went into the room.

Cheng Jinyang sighed, I feel that this girl is really not cute at all, she has such a good attractiveness index, figure and temperament in vain.

"Why are you stupefied outside?" Xing Yuanzhi poked his head out of the room suddenly, "Come in."

"Huh? Okay."

Cheng Jinyang hurriedly walked into the own bedroom and saw that the own wardrobe...has been removed, replaced by a slightly smaller single bed with mosquito nets and curtains.

"I will sleep here from now on." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the single bed, patted the mattress under him, "Your bed is still yours."

"Ah, In this way, we are considered to be in the same room..."

"We are all living in the same room, do you think outsiders care about it?" Xing Yuanzhi sneered.

"I have to admit that what you said A'Zhi also makes sense." Cheng Jinyang looking thoughtful.

"It makes sense." Xing Yuanzhi's eyelids twitched, "I said, don't call me A'Zhi."

"By the way, go to my closet Where is it?"

"I moved you to the second bedroom next door, which is empty. And my personal supplies, all moved there too."

"So You moved in all morning? So fast!"

"Yes, how about it?"

"I always feel like you can't wait to live together. ......"

"Let me remind that cohabitation does not mean that I will marry you in the future, so if you have any delusions, it is best to keep it in your heart, and don't say it to embarrass everyone."

"You can rest assured, A'Zhi. I thought that oneself didn't mind the other half's living habits, but now it seems that at least cleanliness needs to be eliminated in advance." Cheng Jinyang sighed, "Just The utility bill is enough to make me pain."

"So I said, I will pay the utility bill." Xing Yuanzhi sighed, "How many times do I have to mention it? Don't call me A 'Zhi, thank you."

"No, you have to consider that if we get married, then your money is my money, and paying such a large monthly fee is like cutting me with a knife "Cheng Jinyang shook the head", "If you are not called A'Zhi, how do you want me to call you?"

"No problem, even if we get married, we will do the notarized division of pre-marital property , So my money is not equal to yours." Xing Yuanzhi said coldly, "As for the address, you can call me'Classmate Xing','Young Lady Xing','Miss Xing', all do."

"But I think'A'Zhi' sounds better. If you can use two words, why do you have to use three words?"

"Because I hate being called'A' Zhi', you don't need to know the reason." At this point, Xing Yuanzhi suddenly paused strangely and stared at Cheng Jinyang with wide eyes.

"Hey, Cheng Jinyang...you, don't you know why, do I hate this name?" Her voice also deepened, as if a poisonous snake quietly probed from the grass, making a si si tongue. sound.

"Why?" Cheng Jinyang asked in surprise.

Xing Yuanzhi did not answer, but stared at him without blinking.

For a long while, she didn’t see any weak spots on Cheng Jinyang’s face, so she slowly closed her own gaze and whispered:

"Anyway, don’t call me anymore A'Zhi is now."

"Okay, A'Zhi." Cheng Jinyang nodded, and then as if reacting, he smiled and waved his hand and said, "No, just used to it, sorry "

"You can get rid of this habit soon!" Xing Yuanzhi glared at him vigorously and walked out.

The reason why I don't like the name "A'Zhi" is because in the nightmare, that person also called her.

The woman she hated.

"Miss Xing!" Cheng Jinyang, who came to the conclusion, put on an enthusiastic smile, and then left the bedroom, "What do you want to eat at noon today?"

"I have I applauded the food and deliver it later." Xing Yuanzhi sat on the sofa, pressing the remote control fiercely as if venting his anger.

"Dish? If you have a cleanliness, would you actually eat take-out?"

"Some restaurant opened by Xing Clan branch sect clansman, although it is a Lower Family, but hygienic It's trustworthy." Xing Yuanzhi said perfunctorily, pressing the remote control frequently to jump off the platform.

The TV shows range from the male lion bitten by a lioness, to the male protagonist slapped by the heroine in the soap opera, to the live broadcast of the aerial shot of Songjiang Ruins, Xing Yuanzhi is still pa pa Pressed pa until Cheng Jinyang snatched the remote control from her hand.

"I want to watch this." Cheng Jinyang stopped on a TV station that she had just skipped.

This is the recently very popular adaptation of the animation "Blue Sword". It probably refers to an invincible actor who brought eight beautiful girls to Super Divine Grade from scratch. In the later period, the melodramatic stories of eight girls who had become gods were torn for him.

Xing Yuanzhi just watched it for a while and lost interest, mainly because she didn’t really like this kind of story from the perspective of the male protagonist; Cheng Jinyang saw it with keen interest pleasure, after all, he still reads The original work is much more interesting than manga and animation.

After a while, the doorbell rang again.

Cheng Jinyang got up to open the door. As a result, he picked up a large box of heavy things from the courier Synth, and turned around with a confused expression on his face.

"Ah, what I prepared for you has arrived." Xing Yuanzhi showed a cold smile infrequently.

"What is this?" Cheng Jinyang took the scissors from the side and cut the oiled paper cloth outside, revealing dozens of thick books inside, each of which is as thick as a dictionary.

"The gravity algorithm you want." Xing Yuanzhi indifferently said with a kind of unnoticeable evil taste.