Chapter 116: Running away after flirting

Su Ruoyun patted her head with her palm again, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly before she slowly straightened up from the door panel.

She shuffled in her slippers absentmindedly, making a "swish" sound.

Passing through the living room, she was focused on returning to the bedroom to rest and didn't pay attention to her feet. Suddenly, she tripped over a beanbag sofa, and her body instantly lost its balance.

She didn't have time to use her hands to steady herself, and her whole body fell straight onto the beanbag sofa uncontrollably. At the same time, a low "ouch" spilled from her mouth.

Three seconds later, Su Ruoyun lay blankly on the beanbag sofa like a stranded fish, motionless, her gaze unfocused, landing on the ceiling above her head.

The "Panda" on the side thought "Mom" was playing at being a zombie. It walked over with light steps and skillfully rubbed its head against Su Ruoyun's bony ankles.

Under the kitten's affectionate touch, Su Ruoyun came back to her senses. She supported herself on the carpet with both hands and spent a lot of effort to stand up shakily. After standing steady, she gently touched the cat's head and then walked into the bedroom.

There were still a few days until the Summer Solstice.

Su Ruoyun received reminder text messages from Huo Jingcheng every day, with a surprisingly high frequency, almost making her wonder if, in Huo Jingcheng's eyes, she was an elderly person of seventy or eighty with a poor memory.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze landing on the phone screen. She couldn't remember how many text messages this was. Her gaze swept over the content of the message, which was still those harmless reminders.

Turning the phone screen black, Su Ruoyun pondered to herself, how is this Bank of China president so free? He reminds her three times a day—morning, noon, and night—without fail, sometimes even with "afternoon tea" and "midnight snacks" attached, more punctual than the weather forecast on her phone...

She shook her head and threw these messy thoughts out of her mind.

Just like that, the "harassment" three times a day continued until the night before the Summer Solstice, Friday night.

Su Ruoyun was curled up lazily on the sofa, wearing a facial mask, her long, straight legs crossed together, her whole body looking as if she had no bones, her head resting casually on the sofa armrest.

A small ball of fur was lying seriously on her abdomen, its dark blue eyes staring intently at the white wall, as if some unfathomable secret was hidden on the wall.

The living room was pitch black, with only the movie images flickering on the opposite white wall. In the interplay of light and shadow, the silence in the room was reflected.

Su Ruoyun was mesmerized. The 8K projector accurately restored every detail, clearly flashing the wonderful clips in the movie. This was a suspense film that had just been released a while ago, and it featured her favorite actress. In addition to attending the premiere to support it, she had also entrusted someone to get the original film.

In the darkness, a dazzling beam of light suddenly lit up, accompanied by a pleasant ringtone sounding in the room.

Su Ruoyun, immersed in the light and shadow of the movie, was pulled back to the real world by the sudden movement. She withdrew her gaze from the movie screen, reached out and touched her phone from the begonia flower coffee table, and held it up in front of her eyes.

The dazzling light made her subconsciously narrow her eyes. After seeing the note displayed on the screen clearly, she swiped her fingertips and connected the call.

Su Ruoyun pretended to be serious: "Hello, hello."

"..."

The other end of the phone fell into a long silence, so quiet that only each other's breathing could be heard.

Just as she was about to ask, a low, soft laugh came from the receiver, carrying a hint of ambiguity: "So distant with me?"

"Otherwise?"

Su Ruoyun glanced at the time on the phone screen; about ten minutes had passed. She raised her hand to peel off the mask, threw the mask paper into the trash can accurately with one hand, and held the phone with the other, walking into the bathroom.

"Six o'clock tomorrow evening, should I come to the tea house to pick you up, or somewhere else?" Huo Jingcheng's tone was lazy, the tail of his voice slightly raised, carrying a natural, alluring feeling.

Su Ruoyun walked gracefully into the bathroom, placed the phone on the vanity, and turned on the faucet. The gurgling water poured down. She lowered her head, cupped a handful of water with both hands, and washed away the remaining essence on her face.

Hearing Huo Jingcheng's question, she stopped washing her face, "Come to the apartment."

After speaking, she wiped her face again, then pulled out a face towel from the side and wiped the water stains off her face.

Huo Jingcheng said: "Alright, then around six o'clock, I'll come pick you up."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa, holding a signature pen in his right hand, scribbling casually on a blank page the size of an A4 paper in front of him.

Su Ruoyun caught a faint "swish" sound in her ears, similar to the sound of writing, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Her voice carried a bit of curiosity.

The "swish" sound stopped for a moment, and immediately followed by a low, magnetic male voice, his tone was nonchalant, but carried a hint of seriousness that was hard to ignore: "Thinking of you."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun had already sat back on the sofa. Hearing this, half of her heart was instantly stirred up by him.

In a panic, she mistook the "Panda" on her abdomen for a throw pillow. Her right hand unconsciously ravaged its cat paws back and forth, and scratched its white fur, causing the kitten to make a dissatisfied cat sound "Meow~", feeling aggrieved.

Hearing the kitten's aggrieved cry, she realized that what she was holding in her arms was a cat, not a throw pillow. She hurriedly threw the phone aside, not caring about the phone still on the call or Huo Jingcheng on the other end. She held the "Panda's" head with both hands: "Did I hurt you? Mom grabbed the wrong thing just now, I'm sorry..."

After an apology, the "Panda" turned its head back magnanimously, as if granting a favor.

Su Ruoyun hugged her kitten and kissed it again.

"Mua, mua~"

On the phone, the girl's soft, coaxing voice, accompanied by a few "mua" sounds, was transmitted to the other end of the phone clearly.

Even though he knew it was for her fat cat, Huo Jingcheng inexplicably felt his throat a bit itchy—the kind that was both dry and itchy.

He raised his hand, hooked the top of his tie with his finger, pulled it down, loosened his collar, and then let out a sigh of relief.

Huo Jingcheng cleared his throat, his voice becoming even lower and hoarser, "Alright, I'll hang up first."

Without waiting for Su Ruoyun to reply, he said goodnight on his own and cut off the call.

A series of "beep beep beep" busy signals came from the receiver. Su Ruoyun hadn't reacted to the fact that Huo Jingcheng had hung up on her. She blinked and stared at the call record on the screen in a daze.

This guy "runs away after flirting," a typical "scumbag" behavior.

Su Ruoyun condemned him severely in her heart, then turned off the projector, walked into the bedroom, threw herself onto the soft big bed, hugged the quilt into a ball, and fell into a deep sleep.

?? What, Mr. Huo's throat is a bit itchy, then let's kiss a lot tomorrow.

? Darlings, please keep reading, voting, and commenting, kiss-kiss~ ===== CHAPTER 117 =====