Chapter 185 The pollen you spray… is nothing? (5)

Chu Xiang had just taken out the key to open the door when she suddenly heard a noise coming from a distance. She turned around and looked.

The street lights were on, illuminating the way she had come. In the white house opposite, the twin brothers were leaning against the second-floor window as usual, smiling and waving in her direction.

Chu Xiang also waved his hand as a response to the two naughty kids.

She opened the door and walked into the house. After the door closed, the light in the living room came on for a moment. Suddenly, a figure appeared quietly at her feet.

The boy was squatting on the ground with his body huddled up. His white sweatshirt was clean and tidy, and his brown casual pants fit his long legs very well. The furry little bear slippers on his feet looked very comfortable.

He blinked his dark eyes, stretched out his hands and hugged Chu Xiang’s thighs, his head almost rubbing against her legs, but was quickly pushed away roughly by Chu Xiang.

“Don’t get my skirt dirty!”

There were still biscuit crumbs on his face, which were as noticeable as black spots on white paper on his pale face.

“Xiangxiang.” He said softly, “I miss you.”

Chu Xiang’s hand that was about to push his face suddenly lost its strength, so she held his hand instead, pulled him up, and pulled him to sit on the sofa.

He was obviously much taller than her, but he was hunched over. He followed her closely, staring at her with his black eyes, like a thief with a strong sense of stealing.

Chu Xiang asked him to sit down, she took out a tissue and wiped the debris off his face.

“Have you finished all the snacks I left for today?”

He nodded and glanced at her carefully again.

Chu Xiang was not angry. The biscuits and bread she left were originally for him to eat when he was hungry. She asked: “You didn’t pick up the things that fell on the ground and put them in your mouth, right?”

The boy said: “No.”

Chu Xiang leaned close to his face and stared at him without blinking, “Really?”

His eyes wandered, and he slowly uttered two words, “No.”

Chu Xiang sat up straight, took out his cell phone and turned on the surveillance video.

He didn’t know what she was looking at, but out of curiosity he leaned over to watch. Then, he was horrified.

Chu Xiang adjusted the surveillance video to the time after she went out, and then selected the highest speed. During the time she was away, everything that happened in the house was exposed.

After she left, the boy stuck to the glass window for a long time like a limp slime, staring in the direction she left without moving.

About half an hour later, his body slowly slid down the wall like a puddle of mud, crawled on the floor using his hands and feet, and entered her bedroom.

I don’t know what he did in there. Two hours later, he crawled out of the bedroom with her skirt on his back.

He moved slowly to the sofa, climbed up, and collapsed face down on the sofa, holding her skirt with one hand and reaching out to the coffee table with the other hand, taking out the snacks in the bag bit by bit.

In fact, the surveillance camera that Chu Xiang bought didn’t have very good audio quality, but as his head rose and fell, the “crunching” sound like a mouse biting something seemed to echo in her ears.

Even though he was very careful, some food crumbs would still accidentally fall on the floor.

Suddenly, he sat up, turned his head around, and finally fixed it in the direction of the corner. He was like a beast staring at its prey, with his eyes focused only in that direction. Then, he let go of her skirt and pounced on the mouse in the corner like a spring.

Because it was beyond the surveillance range, Chu Xiang didn’t know how he finally dealt with the mouse. After a while, his hunched figure returned to the surveillance.

Wiping his mouth casually with his hand, he lay back on the sofa again, hugged Chu Xiang’s skirt in his arms, picked up the food scraps on the floor with his other hand, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

For a long time afterwards, he lay slumped on the sofa without leaving. Time passed quickly and night fell.

There were footsteps at the door, and he quickly got up from the sofa and crawled into her bedroom again. He probably put her skirt back hastily, because when he came out again, his hands were empty.

Finally, he squatted at the door, eagerly waiting for the person who was about to walk into the house.

Chu Xiang took some time to watch his day, was silent for a long time, turned off the surveillance video, turned her head to look at the boy next to her, her face expressionless.

The young man knew he was exposed, so he lowered his head, grabbed the corner of his clothes and tightened them with his fingers. His sitting figure became shorter and shorter, and he was about to slide to the ground like a puddle of mud.

“Fang Yun, is this what you mean by not picking up food from the ground to eat!?”

He was startled by her loud voice, his body trembled, and he slipped directly from the sofa to the floor. He only dared to grab Chu Xiang’s skirt with two fingers. The more anxious he was, the more he stuttered because of his poor expression ability.

“I’m sorry…Xiangxiang…I…I didn’t mean it…”

Chu Xiang poked his forehead with her finger, “I’ve told you several times, I can make money, I won’t be short of your food, you can’t pick up the food that falls on the ground and put it in your mouth!”

Fang Yun could only be taught a lesson and dared not resist or refute. Every time Chu Xiang poked him, his brows would wrinkle pitifully, as if her fingers were really some kind of divine weapon, cutting his skin and gouging his flesh.

What Chu Xiang disliked most was that he was like a taciturn person, not saying a word for a long time, “Speak to me!”

Fang Yun’s voice trembled, “When there is food, store more in your stomach, so you won’t starve so quickly.”

Chu Xiang said: “You are not a beggar.”

Fang Yun raised his eyes, his dark eyes were misty and hazy, “Xiangxiang, I’m a beggar.”

“Beggar” is the local dialect, meaning beggar.

Chu Xiang held his face and told him seriously, “You have a house to live in, clean clothes and shoes, hot food, and most importantly, you have a girlfriend. You have so many things, do you need to go out and beg for food?”

Fang Yun thought for a long time and finally shook his head.

“So, you are not a beggar.”

Fang Yun said: “I am not a beggar?”

Chu Xiang said affirmatively: “You are not.”

After a long while, Fang Yun’s eyes, which were like dead water, suddenly burst into stars, full of life, “I’m not a beggar!”

Chu Xiang curved his eyebrows and smiled: “Of course, if anyone calls you a beggar again in the future, they must be blind!”

Fang Yun’s expression brightened up, and no one knew what he had realized. He said happily, “I understand now. Those who say I am a beggar have no eyes.”