Cheng Boyan and Liu Jiang were still talking awkwardly and said nothing. Xiang Xi was boring and turned around and walked aside.

Liu Jiang is quite strange. Cheng Boyan is not enthusiastic at all. This person has never wanted to leave. If he had changed to him, he would have left long ago with such a cold attitude.

However, Cheng Boyan is not very enthusiastic about people in normal times. Maybe this kind of old acquaintance has been used to it.

Xiang Xi was slowly turning in front of the bookshelf, looking for the words he knew in the covers of various colorful children's books. After turning them twice, he was quite satisfied.

I don’t know if I don’t turn it around, but I actually know a lot of words.

After walking twice, he saw Cheng Boyan coming over and Liu Jiang had already walked towards the elevator.

"Are you finished chatting?" Xiang Xi put down a literacy poster in his hand.

"Yes." Cheng Boyan nodded and patted the books in his hand: "Let's go, buy these first and read them slowly."

"Your friend?" Xiang Xi followed him to the cashier, took out his business card and looked at it: "Is he a company boss? I think he looks quite like a boss."

"Distribution Supervisor," Cheng Boyan turned around, "from the school next door."

"University?" Xiang Xi asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Boyan responded.

"Looking bigger than you," Xiang Xi thought about it and suddenly became happy, "Hey, are your classmates all married? When I heard that you are not married yet, I feel like he is looking for an accomplice... no, a companion."

"Is that true?" Cheng Boyan also smiled, "I'll tell you later."

The money for buying books was paid by Cheng Boyan. He had a card from Book City, and there was money in it.

Xiang Xi stood aside and watched people poke the chapters on the book and put them in a bag. He felt very satisfied. Although it was just a few children's books, he felt heavy when he held them in his hand.

After leaving the bookstore, Cheng Boyan bought him a very beautiful soft leather notebook, a pen, and a bottle of ink from the stationery store next to him.

"Isn't it enough to buy a ballpoint pen? A sign pen? The pen is so expensive, it's troublesome to use it." Xiang Xi felt it was very troublesome when he thought of having to fill ink.

"The pen is comfortable to write," said Cheng Boyan.

"I can't feel it when I can write numbers and my own name," Xiang Xi looked at the pen in his hand. It was very beautiful, but he looked like he was not in the same group as him. "I can use a signature pen."

"Use a pen." Cheng Boyan didn't even look at him.

"Why?" Xiang Xi was helpless.

"It feels comfortable to write, didn't you tell me?" Cheng Boyan said.

"...Okay, okay." Xiang Xi put the pen back into the bag.

"Are you hungry?" Cheng Boyan asked when he got in the car, "What do you want to eat?"

"Whatever you want, just don't eat too complicated ones," Xiang Xi sat in the passenger seat and flipped through the book. "Anyway, I haven't eaten what you want, and you think it's dirty if I want."

"...Then I'll find a place casually." Cheng Boyan started the car.

"Yes," Xiang Xi held the book and turned his face to look at him, "Say it."

"What did you say?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Hey, how old are you? Your brain is so thin," Xiang Xi tweeted, "Your classmate in charge."

"Oh, forgot," Cheng Boyan laughed, "Liu Jiang, you two must have a common language."

"Don't tease me, that man is the leader at first glance," Xiang Xi leaned on the back of the chair and pressed his knees against the small drawer in front. "What kind of language can you have in common?"

"You two are not particular." Cheng Boyan said, thinking about it and tickled again: "He is not more particular than you."

"I'm pretty particular..." Xiang Xi also tskated, "I'm now people rub my hands with disinfectant. How unqualified is that person? I think he's very neat, and he's dressed well and his beard is so clean."

Xiang Xi intercom hygiene master Cheng Boyan is very interested in all kinds of things that don’t pay attention to fighting. As a cleanliness who does not admit his cleanliness, it is not easy to grow up so old. If Zhao Jiayao is to kill himself, he probably would have committed suicide and get rid of this dirty world.

"Well, I didn't think at first, otherwise I could not have such a good relationship with him... He rented a house next to the school, and I passed by and took a look and found out," Cheng Boyan frowned, "I really can't behave like a person."

"Is it very dirty?" Xiang Xi was a little unimaginable.

"You don't need a bowl to eat. They are all fast food. You don't throw away the fast food boxes. There's a smell in the pile of houses," Cheng Boyan said with a frown. "The walls are full of underworld, and they are scratched by fingers."

"What are your hobbies? Paving the wall?" Xiang Xi didn't feel that he didn't throw the fast food box down. There were many chickens in the big slut. Sometimes the chickens came into the house and pulled shit. Uncle Ping could also keep the piles of shit and drink tea calmly. He waited until he went back before sweeping it off. The smell was unreasonable.

"If you don't turn on the lights when going to the toilet at night, just poke the wall with your fingers and cut across it, positioning it." Cheng Boyan said.

"Can you make a name for yourself? Is it dip ink?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"What kind of ink is dipped in? I probably haven't washed my hands carefully," said Cheng Boyan. "As soon as I think of his hand, I..."

Xiang Xi looked at his hands and rubbed Cheng Boyan's white car door with his fingers. He breathed a sigh of relief without a gangster.

Cheng Boyan smiled as he looked at his movements.

Xiang Xi didn't know what his smile meant, and he didn't have the nerve to say anything else, holding a bag of books and looking out the window.

Looking at the restaurant that flashed from time to time outside the window, Xiang Xi felt that he was hungry. When he was hungry, he had something to eat. He knocked on the car window: "Let's eat noodles? Cut noodles with knife."

"Okay." Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi couldn't find anything to say next, so he could only look outside the car window, but he couldn't help but guess the relationship between Liu Jiang and Cheng Boyan in curiosity.

"Where did you think of?" Cheng Boyan suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Xiang Xi was startled and almost thought that he was too obsessed with saying something.

"It's not as complicated as you think," Cheng Boyan smiled, "It's just that he has expressed his favorable feelings."

"...Oh, oh." Xiang Xi nodded quickly, thought about it and asked again: "Then you just because he is too careless..."

"Yes." Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Then have you... still there?" Xiang Xi thought for a while, "I feel that it may be a little difficult for you to have a little noise when eating."

"Not necessarily." Cheng Boyan finished speaking, paused, suddenly leaned on the back of the chair and started to laugh. He smiled for a long time without stopping.

Xiang Xi was confused by him and was stunned for a while before suddenly reacting. Cheng Boyan had said before that he had been making any noise when he had eaten.
Chapter completed!