PFC Chapter 264 Ms. Yan, good evening. I'm from the property management. Would it be convenient for
Chapter 264 Ms. Yan, good evening. I'm from the property management. Would it be convenient for
After dinner, Yan Zhuoyu went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Pei Weijin seized the opportunity to ask to see her phone.
Yan Zhuoyu's long, black hair cascaded over her rounded shoulders. She was in the habit of combing her hair before taking a bath, and was slowly and methodically combing it with a wooden comb.
"Sure, look all you want. My phone's almost dead, could you charge it for me while you're at it? But remember, absolutely, positively, you're not allowed to look at my chat history with Xiaoyuezi and the others!"
Pei Weijin responded and opened various shopping apps on Yan Zhuoyu's phone.
He noted down all the items in his shopping cart and favorites and sent them to his phone, planning to buy them all later.
When he opened a shopping app with a pink heart design, his note-taking speed noticeably slowed down.
This app belongs to a private clothing studio with a fresh and unconventional name, but the style of the clothes it sells is quite different.
The top-selling items in the store are either lace or uniforms.
Yan Zhuoyu seemed to have been following this shop for a long time, as she added almost all the new products to her shopping cart.
For example, the work uniforms of plumbers, the uniforms of property management staff, as well as those of deliverymen, tram drivers, and flight attendants...
There were very few women's clothes among them.
When I was recording this, Yan Zhuoyu's shopping cart contained very few items such as books, game consoles, and jewelry. Compared to the wide variety of clothes, they were nothing.
It's hard to say whether she has low material desires or high sexual desires; the only certainty is that the two are surprisingly compatible in some ways.
One dares to collect, and the other dares to buy.
Looking at the content on his phone, Pei Weijin's fingers unconsciously tightened a little. He pursed his lips and looked up at the frosted bathroom door covered with water vapor.
Shouldn't he be touched that his wife cares about him so much, since her shopping cart is full of new clothes she wants to buy for him?
Just after all the payments were made, Yan Zhuoyu finished taking a shower.
She flung open the bathroom door, her slender fingers, still damp with moisture, wrapped in a soft bathrobe, and commanded, "Come and dry my hair."
Yan Zhuoyu sat down at the dressing table and applied the prepared face mask to her face so that her skin wouldn't get dry while blow-drying her hair.
Her face was relatively small, so the face mask was a bit too big. As she adjusted it in front of the mirror, she saw Pei Weijin standing behind her.
Pei Weijin's eyes were dark and deep, revealing little emotion, and even his lips still held their usual gentle smile.
Yan Zhuoyu suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Something is very wrong!
Yan Zhuoyu felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, as if stimulated by the coolness of the face mask.
She asked tentatively, "What's with that expression? Did you peek at my chat history with Xiaoyuezi? All I did was chat with her about crickets, and you secretly drank a bottle of my yogurt yesterday!"
Pei Weijin smiled faintly, turned on the hairdryer, lifted a strand of Yan Zhuoyu's hair, and carefully dried it with the slightly hot air.
"Although I didn't see it, I still need to clarify the matter of you slandering me. That bottle of yogurt was because you pretended to be drunk after eating an egg yolk pie at the wrap party yesterday, and insisted that I open a bottle of yogurt for you to sober up. As a result, when you woke up the next day, you pointed to the yogurt container in the trash can and framed me."
Yan Zhuoyu feigned amnesia: "How could that be? How could I do something so childish? You're slandering me! I'm so wronged! Justice, please judge this for me."
She would never admit that it was because she had given up sweets after working out that she was craving them so much, especially the agony of having to eat only vegetables and healthy beef at the wrap party when faced with a table full of delicious food. When she got home late at night, she was so overcome by her cravings that she drank that bottle of yogurt.
The two started bickering as soon as the yogurt incident from that day was brought up.
Yan Zhuoyu stubbornly denied that she had drunk the yogurt, but Pei Weijin didn't find it boring. He dried her hair while exposing her excuses one by one.
She forgot to ask what Pei Weijin had looked at on her phone.
It doesn't matter what she saw, since she wouldn't do anything heinous anyway.
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The day before Yan Zhuoyu's birthday.
Pei Weijin was still working in Ling City. He took some time to call Yan Zhuoyu and tell her that he might not be able to celebrate her birthday with her in person, but he had already ordered a cake for her.
Yan Zhuoyu didn't believe a word of the phone call.
She called Qin Zhuyue and said, "You don't understand, this is definitely a surprise, a surprise, you know? It's like building up to a climax, I'm even more looking forward to how I'll spend my birthday party now."
"Maybe my husband will disguise himself as a cake deliveryman?"
It has to be said that the couple's thought processes inexplicably clicked at that moment.
Qin Zhuyue listened to her rambling for two hours, her eyes already unfocused: "I'm sorry, sister, my dear Sister Yan, I will never let you tell me love stories for inspiration again. I'm so overwhelmed by your sweetness that I have no worldly desires left, I just want to torture the villains in my script."
Yan Zhuoyu said "Oh," and continued, "Even cannon fodder have human rights, like when my husband and I went out to play last time..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qin Zhuyue hung up the phone, clearly unable to bear Yan Zhuoyu's sharing any longer.
Yan Zhuoyu looked at the WeChat interface, lay on the sofa and laughed: "Hmph, I already said I was playing in the promotion matches, and they still called me on purpose."
Until six o'clock in the afternoon, she still thought Pei Weijin was lying when he said he didn't have time to celebrate her birthday.
When the delivery guy called to let her know the cake had arrived, Yan Zhuoyu realized that it really was the delivery guy who delivered the cake.
She skillfully signed the form, then carried the cake into the living room with a puzzled look on her face.
"Huh? What's going on? Did they really stand me up?"
Yan Zhuoyu was too lazy to think about it any further, so she directly dialed Pei Weijin's number.
The phone rang for only a few seconds before being hung up.
Immediately, the doorbell rang.
ding dong -- ding dong --
Yan Zhuoyu guessed that the delivery guy might have forgotten something, so she opened the electronic peephole and asked, "Who is it?"
A tall man stood outside the door, his gray-blue baseball cap covering half of his eyes, but the half of his face in the shadows was enough to amaze people.
He wore a gray-blue work uniform with deliberately distressed white paint stains. Even in such simple clothes, his superior physique and cool, moon-like demeanor were undeniable.
Most importantly, Yan Zhuoyu was very familiar with this work uniform.
The man spoke, his voice deep and pleasant in the night: "Good evening, Ms. Yan. I'm Pei, the property manager. When settling the bills at the end of the month, I discovered a problem with your water meter. Would it be convenient for you to open the door so I can check it?"