When the liar's words come true, I win

Chapter 88: No combat experience, yet still wants to be a commander

Shen Jia grabbed his bony and beautiful white wrist and said, "The takeaway I ordered has arrived. There is a waiter. You are a public figure. It is not good for you to appear in my house without permission. I can lend you the bathroom to hide for a while."

Xie Huaijin patted her hand gently, stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm at my wife's house, there's nothing to hide for."

Looking at the man's tall back, Shen Jia licked his lips.

Xie Huaijin is good-looking, with abdominal muscles and pectoral muscles that I couldn't wait to touch when I was watching the drama before.

[Ah Tong, is there any other way? We can break up after sleeping together! Is it okay if you think it's too small? ]

system:……

[You have no combat experience, and you still want to be a commander? ]

Outside the door were two waiters wearing the hotel's uniform, a boy and a girl.

The moment she saw Xie Huaijin's stunning face, the girl immediately whispered excitedly: "You...are you Xie Huaijin? So handsome!"

It’s not her fault. In the past year, Xie Huaijin has starred in two TV series, endorsed two commercials, participated in a variety show, and recently promoted a new drama.

It's really hard to pretend not to see his face.

Xie Huaijin smiled and nodded, "Hello, thank you for your hard work."

The boy was fine, the surprise on his face was fleeting, "Hello, is this the duck feet stew ordered by Cuihua from the village?"

Xie Huaijin's face was cracked in half, but it recovered immediately.

It's a name that guy's brain circuit can favor.

So he nodded and let them in.

Shen Jia raised his hand and pointed at the coffee table outside the balcony, "Put it there."

At this time, if any good person in her family is not sleeping and is still watching the sea on the balcony, she will suffocate them to death.

What does it mean to have no sense of public morality?

Who would complain if I share the aroma of delicious food with you out of kindness?

But she touched her hair that had just been washed and blow-dried, and realized that she had washed it in vain.

As the balcony was hot and there was no air conditioning, Xie Huaijin insisted that the waiter move the things to the restaurant.

After that, he walked over, picked up the hairpin on the coffee table and sat next to her, "Abao, can I help you put up your hair?"

Shen Jiazheng was trapped in the thousands of comments under a supernatural post on Xiaofenxia, ​​and he couldn't get out for a while.

Hearing this, she turned around and turned the back of her head towards him. Her eyes didn't leave the screen. "Can you?"

Xie Huaijin gently gathered her black hair together, held the roots of her hair with one hand and leaned back, and with the other hand, he held up her soft hair, slowly turned it a few times, and pressed it against her head.

"Your hair doesn't look like you've been staying up all night for so many years."

Of course not, it was exchanged with Dai Qingyu’s energy.

He stretched out his left index finger and pressed it on the hair that he had twisted into a ball, then folded the remaining hair down, turned it up again, and clamped it firmly with a clip.

Finally, he gently pressed the gripper and shook it, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." Shen Jia shook his head and replied perfunctorily, "You are so skilled. How long have you practiced for your girlfriend?"

As if feeling dissatisfied, he fiddled with her hair again, loosening it a little more.

"I don't have a girlfriend. I watched the makeup teacher do a lot on the set before, so I followed him to learn when I had nothing to do."

The two waiters put out the gas stoves, semi-finished products in casseroles, and other side dishes from the two boxes they brought with them.

The girl occasionally looked up at Xie Huaijin, her face full of smiles showing her excitement. At the same time, she whispered to the other boy:

"Xie Huaijin is so gentle. What do you think is the relationship between him and that lady? If his fans knew, it would definitely be big news."

The boy rolled his eyes at her with an unhappy expression, "Don't think about these things, just finish it and go back. You can't even take pictures in this place, don't do anything that will affect the reputation of the store."

The girl snorted, "I know, I know! The phones are all with the housekeeper downstairs, what can I do!"

Xie Huaijin was a public figure after all. When the unique aroma of sour bamboo shoots wafted from the pot of food, Shen Jia paid a tip and asked the two waiters to leave first.

I was so intent on covering up for him, but he just signed an autograph for the girl and gave it to her, and even said in a pretentious manner, "Don't talk nonsense when you get home, she's my wife."

I don’t want a celebrity filter. I don’t want to go to the grave as soon as I leave the house and be killed by his fans.

Seeing Xie Huaijin's familiar look, Shen Jia was obviously unhappy.

"People who don't know would think this is your home."

"We have been together for so long, and we can be said to have lived and died together. How can Abao say something so disloyal?"

"It's just a game! There's no need to be so sentimental."

“Of course it’s more than just games.”

Xie Huaijin smiled and glanced at her, then scooped up a small bowl of snails and duck feet that had been deep-fried, then boiled in the pot and soaked in the soup, and gently placed them in front of her, "Be careful, it's hot."

When it comes to the pragmatic people of Guangdong and Guangxi's foot fetish, the most common ones are probably various types of "chicken feet", "duck feet" and "pig's trotters".

Oh, I can’t take even a bite less.

As a pragmatic Guangdong citizen, Xie Huaijin's dressing style today is: a plain T-shirt and loose shorts, without any luxury accessories on his body.

The thing that should not have appeared the most is probably the pair of sneakers that I wore when I came.

But now, he was barefoot because Shen Jia's house had no men's shoes.

"Abao, you have to buy me slippers."

Shen Jia rolled his eyes at him.

He has reasons.

"I have given you all my wealth."

"What do you need slippers for? Isn't your cousin's house upstairs? Get out after you finish eating."

"No. I want to live with you. Abao, you are married, so don't always think about ordering male models. Order me!"

“Nothing is good for free.”

"How about paying the rent?"

Shen Jia turned his head and looked him up and down, his eyes stopping at a certain spot, "Xiao Xiao?"

Xie Huaijin coughed lightly and straightened his body, "Not small!"

Shen Jia snorted and did not answer.

"Last time I was going to go back to my hometown to participate in the dragon boat race, but I was accidentally kidnapped. After returning to Guangzhou, I cooperated with the police for a long time.

I wanted to come to see you first, but my agent called me back to the company. Then I received a few more notices and rushed back right after finishing the filming.

I never thought that as soon as I got off the plane, I heard you went to the bar to order a male model again!"

"Ah, I didn't have a good time. I'll go again tomorrow."

"You are not allowed to go. I have postponed all my recent work. I have decided to stay in Shencheng and keep a close eye on you."

"I'm not a meat bun, why are you staring at me every day?"

Xie Huaijin was not angry, he just smiled and said, "You can't scold me in a roundabout way. If I were a dog, you wouldn't be much better. And, how does the saying go? I will earn back the money you spent."

Oh, last time he seemed to say that he was going to sell his abdominal muscles and then feed himself with some leftovers, right?

He looked at it again.

Well, with this face and those abdominal muscles, it seems that it is not impossible to sell it.

Before letting others touch you, can you use the money to pay for one day's rent so that you can also touch yourself?