His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

Xiang Bei said, "Can't I tidy up the kitchen?"

Although he knew that Xiang Bei was asking the question out of habit, Su Zhe was still inexplicably unhappy. He answered vaguely and went straight to the bedroom. Bought one, now is the time to unpack the luggage and arrange it one by one.

After packing up, Su Zhe found a lot of memories with Lin An: the [-]rd anniversary of confession, commemorative hat for the first time traveling abroad, and the customized T-shirt for Lin An’s admission to graduate school—this thing is not cheap , the pattern was hand-painted by him.He removed the commemorative things, folded the remaining clothes, and put the shoes, ties, cufflinks, etc. in a mess in the drawer. When he piled these things into a bed, he looked up and saw Xiang Bei standing at the door.

"Are you planning to move?" Xiang Bei seemed to be smiling, but the smile was a little vague, and it seemed to carry a subtle meaning.

In normal times, Su Zhe would just say something casually. This kind of interaction has happened countless times, and Xiang Bei would never be angry with him. At this time, thinking of Xiang Bei's actions and the narration frame just now, he was unconsciously silent for a while, Just a few seconds later, the narration frame jumped out: Xiang Bei is very nervous, does it mean that Su Zhe is tired of tolerating him?

Su Zhe:?

tolerate?bored?

Su Zhe didn't understand Xiang Bei's thoughts. Could it be that Xiang Bei felt that he was pursuing him?Of course, he did say something similar, but he didn't think that Xiang Bei was the suitor, and the hardware gap between the two was too big. He didn't believe that Xiang Bei didn't understand this.

When the narration frame was interrupted, Su Zhe had no choice but to say casually: "No, I'm putting the clothes in the closet. Keeping them in the packing box takes up too much space. It's time to tidy up at home."

"Oh." Xiang Bei responded, his body relaxed without a trace, and he slowly walked out of the bedroom. After a while, he poked his head in again, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Let's go out to eat." Su Zhe shook his phone, "The chairman of the tarot club asked me to meet, I checked the location, not far away."

Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows: "Do you have money for this matter?"

"I think..." Su Zhe stopped talking, he remembered that the girl actually wanted a boyfriend, it had nothing to do with the club, and he didn't care if he could get back the money he paid, "Uh, just go and see alright."

"Yeah." Xiang Bei said, "Do you remember when we went home?"

"Remember." Su Zhe glared, "If you don't remember, you will remind me."

Xiang Bei smiled, turned and walked out, and even played a ditty.

At noon, Su Zhe, who had cleaned up all morning, followed Xiangbei out of the door exhaustedly. There was a soup dumpling shop nearby. He liked to eat it. Xiangbei tasted a few bites and thought it was okay. The two of them fooled around here. Dayton, by the way, exchanged information about the club.

"There is a WeChat official account, a Weibo, no webpage, and no contact number. It doesn't seem very formal, but there is also a physical store, which is very weird." Su Zhe flipped through the phone and said, "Oh, the girl sent a message saying , that package...fuck me!"

The girl's set meal cost [-] yuan. Although all kinds of "matchmaker" are relentless in making money, it is the first time I have encountered such a thing as playing in the guest room by the way.

Su Zhe frowned, and said: "My sister said that she is cheap, and there are more expensive ones. If they are all such a large amount, has no one called the police so far?"

"Have you ever thought that these packages might all come true?" Xiang Bei asked.

"Ha." Su Zhe smiled, "That's good, I'll try it now."

Xiang Bei leaned over and said, "What do you want to try?"

"Change your fate." As soon as Su Zhe finished speaking, he noticed the change in Xiangbei's breath, "Think about it, you broke up with your boyfriend of ten years, got injured, your job is unstable, the down payment for the house is gone, and the house price keeps going up. The only thing is that the salary doesn't increase, and I don't have any skills..." It's okay not to say, but when he said it, he felt more and more sad, and his mood also became depressed, "In short, I think I'm a little lucky."

The narration box suddenly jumped out, with only one word: Keng——

Su Zhe stared at the narration box in bewilderment. This is the most puzzling word so far, and he doesn't understand what it means at all.He stared for so long that Xiang Bei followed his line of sight and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"What does clang and clang remind you of?" Su Zhe asked.

Xiang Bei was stunned for a moment, and said, "I think of clang."

Su Zhe rolled his eyes, which caused Xiang Bei to laugh. The low atmosphere that had been accumulated since yesterday was broken. He suddenly felt that sometimes he should not be too passive. He was never a person willing to take the initiative. Destiny is definitely out of control.

"Are you packing up your kitchen tools and want to leave?" Su Zhe took a straight ball.

Xiang Bei's eyes widened slightly: "Ah? No, I just want to tidy up. It's too messy to use easily." He remained expressionless for a few seconds, then gradually opened his mouth and smiled, "Oh, Are you afraid of me leaving?"

"After all, your cooking is delicious." Su Zhe said naturally, he and Xiang Bei have gotten along enough, they don't have any identity, they are not even just acquaintances, "Who doesn't want to eat a chef's meal every day?"

"Just the chef?" Xiang Bei asked with some teasing.

"Well, it's still good-looking." Su Zhe smiled, "Who doesn't like handsome guys? Straight girls like them, and so do curvy guys."

Xiang Bei laughed loudly, causing several tables around to look at him, but he ignored it completely. There was indeed an ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them looking at each other, but Su Zhe could hold it back.

The Tarot Club is located in an old residential area, close to the center of the city, but the facilities in all aspects are relatively old. It is near the entrance of an elementary school. It is a separate old-fashioned facade room. From a stationery store to the second floor, there is only Shilista on the wall. The metal plaque of the Luo club indicates the identity.

Sitting behind a long desk was a girl dressed in Lolita, smiling sweetly and saying: "Welcome to the Siristaro Club, how can I help you?" After saying this sentence, she repeated it in English Once again, the business standard is very high.

"I should have an appointment." Su Zhe showed his phone, "Is this it?"

"Oh, have you made an appointment for my chairman? It's not easy!" The little girl covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened, and she looked surprised. "You're so lucky!"

"What?" Su Zhe didn't know why.

"Our chairman has a chance to add friends on WeChat every month. It's completely random. There are tens of thousands of people who want to add him every day. A month is a one-in-a-million chance!" The little girl clapped her hands softly and gracefully. "You are so lucky!"

Girl, you are not good at math.

Su Zhe: "Is there any reward for such good luck?"

"The chairman can serve you personally!" said the little girl.

"Is it free?" Su Zhe asked.

"Successfully adding WeChat friends can be worth ninety-nine thousand!"

"Is there a [-] set meal?"

"No."

Su Zhe: "..."

The western version of the store lottery?