Chapter 545: Being Hit
The conversation with Nan's father completely destroyed Xie Beiheng's fanatical love for Nan Chuji.
After returning to his residence, he turned off his mobile phone and curtains, closed his eyes and lay on the bed to think about his relationship with Nan Chuji.
Nan Chuji and her family's attitude is very clear, is there any need for him to persist?
One voice told him to persist, and another voice told him to give up...
For some reason, he can solve any complicated digital programming, but as long as it is related to Nan Chuji, he can't figure it out.
His mind was in a daze until the piercing doorbell rang, which brought him back to reality.
When he saw that it was Nan Chuji through the peephole, he immediately opened the door with ecstasy.
Nan Chuji was soaked all over. When she saw him, she asked anxiously, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"I took a nap and my phone is off." He hurriedly called Nan Chuji into the room, "It's raining outside. You didn't even bring an umbrella, did you?"
"Your mother couldn't contact you. I don't know where she found my number and asked me to come and see you. Call her back quickly. I'm leaving." Nan Chuji wiped the rain from her forehead and turned to leave.
The moment he saw Nan Chuji, all of Xie Beiheng's complaints disappeared, and he hurriedly tried to keep her: "You will definitely catch a cold if you go home like this. There are dry towels and hair dryers in my room. Dry your hair before you leave."
Nan Chuji was stunned. Before she could decide whether to stay, a strong arm pulled her into the room.
When the door was locked, Xie Beiheng realized that he was still holding her hand, and he let go of her hand embarrassedly, "The innermost is the bathroom. There is a clean towel in the bottom drawer of the washbasin. Go and wipe it."
The air conditioner was on in the room, and a warm feeling came over her. Nan Chuji sneezed.
"What's the point of wasting time!" Xie Beiheng smiled and scolded her, and stretched out his hand to her, "Take off your coat, I'll dry it for you."
Nan Chuji originally wanted to leave immediately, but she took off her coat and handed it to Xie Beiheng, "Thank you. I'll call your mother right away to let her know that I'm safe."
"Right away." Xie Beiheng stared at her and smiled.
Nan Chuji took the opportunity to walk into the bathroom and took a look at the layout of the room.
The living room occupies nearly half of the more than 200 square meters.
It's more like a computer room than a living room.
The tables, chairs and furnishings in the living room were moved to the east wall. Four top-of-the-line desktop computers occupied the most prominent position in the living room.
Takeaway boxes were piled up on the computer desk, and a few clothes were hung crookedly on the clothes drying rack on the balcony.
Every furnishing in the room was valuable. When she passed by the master bedroom, she took a special look. The bed was messy, half on the bed and half on the floor.
It gave her a casual and carefree feeling.
The bathroom was clean and tidy. She washed her face with hot water, found a hair dryer and plugged it in, and Xie Beiheng walked in.
Without her permission, Xie Beiheng snatched the hair dryer from her hand and blew it on her long hair behind her head, "I'll blow it for you."
"No, I can do it myself." She turned around to grab it, but she didn't expect that a bunch of long hair was held in Xie Beiheng's hand, pulling her scalp painfully.
"What's the point of fighting over a hair dryer!" Xie Beiheng still had no intention of letting go, "Can I eat you up!"
At this time, the two stood in front of the wash mirror, their clothes touching, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
In order to avoid embarrassment, she made small talk: "Did you call your mother?"
"I sent a message." Xie Beiheng felt a little guilty.
Because he knew that as long as he called Wen Lan, Wen Lan would never stop talking. He finally waited for the opportunity to be alone with Nan Chuji, and he didn't want to miss a minute.
Nan Chuji said "Oh" softly.
In just a few minutes, the hot air from the hair dryer not only dried her long hair, but also burned her heart into panic.
Just now, she should have left without hesitation, and now she should have made her attitude clear in a righteous manner, but she didn't have the courage to act.
Because at this moment, she was actually a little greedy for the feeling of Xie Beiheng standing by her side.
Xie Beiheng's hand lifted her hair very gently, occasionally touching her head and neck, itchy, numb, and indescribably charming.
After a short silence, she spoke again: "My dad has made it clear to you, right?"
"He made it clear, but I didn't hear a word." The haze in Xie Beiheng's heart has been swept away, and his eyebrows and eyes have regained their former unruly nature. "Life is only a few decades long. It's not easy to meet someone you really like. How can you be swayed by others' words."
In an instant, Nan Chuji's heartstrings seemed to be struck by something.
Yes, life is short, and it is not easy to meet someone you like. Why choose to escape and not fight for yourself?
"Xiaochu, don't you think so, huh?" Xie Beiheng reluctantly let go of her long hair that had been blown dry long ago, and asked with a smile.
"Call me Teacher Nan!" Nan Chuji corrected with a red face, "You can't call me by my name."
"You do!" Xie Beiheng deliberately angered her, "Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu——"
"I should go now." Before she left the bathroom, Xie Beiheng had already passed her, put her coat into the dryer, and quickly pressed the start button.
Nan Chuji went to the living room to look for her coat, and Xie Beiheng pointed to the dryer working on the balcony, "Sorry, Teacher Nan, your coat will only be out in two hours."
Nan Chuji knew he did it on purpose, but for some reason she didn't feel any resentment, and instead breathed a sigh of relief that she could stay with him for a while longer.
"Thank you for your dryer and hair dryer." She gave up the idea of arguing any further, rolled up her sleeves, threw all the lunch boxes on the table into the trash can, and then found a rag to wipe the table.
Xie Beiheng was almost shocked by this scene, leaning on the computer desk with his arms folded, staring at Nan Chuji's busy figure, with a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corners of his lips.
"Since I decided not to spend the family's money anymore, I don't even dare to hire hourly workers. That game sold for 80,000 pounds. As long as I don't squander it too much, I can live comfortably for a few months."
Nan Chuji felt inexplicably sad, "Actually, you don't have to be so serious."
"I'm not serious, I'm keeping my word. I promised you to be self-reliant. If I can't even do this, am I still a man!" Xie Beiheng walked behind her, stretched out his long arms and hugged her from behind.
Her body trembled, and the rag in her hand fell to the floor.
"Xiaochu, let me hold you for a while, really just for a while--" Xie Beiheng was afraid that she would be disgusted, so he was very gentle, and his tone was almost begging, "To be honest, I was really hit by your father at your house today."
Nan Chuji put away her previous fierceness and let him hold her. Because of shyness, her face and earlobes were red as if they were about to drip blood.