After Meng Chuyu broke up, he was a model translator during the day and used tobacco and alcohol to pretend to be cool at night.
I rented a cheap apartment, and the landlord was Xu Che, my neighbor's brother whom I hadn't seen for many years.
The two seemed to have a tacit understanding of pretending to be strangers.
"Ms. Meng, Article 3 of the contract," he tapped the clause with his fingertips, his voice cold, "It is prohibited to smoke, drink alcohol, or spend the night with people of the opposite sex in the house." Meng Chuyu's hand holding the cigarette case froze.
With her acting like this, probably no one will like her.
Until one night when she came back drunk, he pushed her against the door with red eyes: "Sister, it's been ten years, please see if I'm okay..."
"I'm really going crazy."
Later, Meng Chuyu learned that every night she spent, he would be there silently watching downstairs until the lights went out.
And at the end of the rental contract that had been signed long ago but was withheld by him, there was a line of very small words: "Rent term: for life. Rent: your heart."
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One day she dug out the iron box in his drawer, which contained photos of her from childhood to adulthood, report cards, and even candy wrappers that she had thrown away. At the bottom was a yellowed piece of paper with a child's handwriting: "I want to marry my sister when I grow up."
The tips of his ears were red and he came to grab it. She raised the box and said, "Doctor Xu, please explain?"
He hugged her into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and said aggrievedly: "There is nothing to explain. So sister, the landlord has become my husband, please think about it."
A double-broken heroine × an affectionate protective lover. During the breakup and healing period, she was "routine" by her childhood brother to live together. Only then did she realize that his ten-year crush had already been woven into a gentle giant web, just waiting for her to fall in and catch her firmly.
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Even if it makes me cry [crying], I don't dare to confess my love.
Even if it makes me cry [crying], I don't dare to confess my love.