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Chapter 169 Even an advance appointment is not allowed (Cheng Yubai)

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When they learned that Shen Zhaoyi was on her way there and would be staying at the villa that night...

A big question mark appeared in Han Ziyang's mind.

[Did your sister buy a ready-built house?]

【Um. 】

unwise.

I still think it's too simple.

He thought Shen Zhaoyi wouldn't be willing to take over, well, secondhand items?

Of course, that parrot was an accident.

[Won't my sister be quite busy these next few days?]

Organizing a new house is the most tiring part.

Shen Zhaoyi said she was fine.

After all, Lin Wen had sent someone over, so she was always the one who did nothing.

But I have to go to the furniture market myself.

Han Ziyang was a little disappointed.

He felt that the distance between him and Shen Zhaoyi was now not only geographical, but also in their daily interactions.

Aside from chatting briefly in the live stream, the two of them can only exchange a few words.

The rest of the time, I mostly just let things take their course.

Shen Zhaoyi originally wanted to say that she would be going to the capital in a couple of days, but then she thought about giving the child a surprise, so she held back.

She was eager to see how Han Ziyang would react when she showed up on his birthday.

The two chatted for a while longer, rambling on about this and that.

time flies.

The navigation on the driver's phone was already indicating that they were almost at their destination. Shen Zhaoyi looked out the window and surveyed the surrounding route.

She'd only been here once, so she needed to remember the place to avoid getting lost.

However, the next second, another, even more serious problem suddenly struck his mind—

We should go back to Bishuiwan first.

Her car is still parked over there!
But now that the booking had been confirmed, Shen Zhaoyi leaned back in her seat and rubbed her temples in exasperation.

Never mind, I'll just take a taxi there tomorrow.

In this sweltering heat, I really don't want to go through all that trouble.

Just to be on the safe side, Shen Zhaoyi changed the passwords for both the courtyard and the main gate before entering the villa.

The only change in the interior compared to last time was that the space felt a bit empty after all the furniture was moved out.
After delivering the luggage to the second floor, Shen Zhaoyi collapsed onto the sofa, taking a long time to recover.

Having gotten used to having someone take care of everything around me, I'm actually finding it a bit difficult to adjust to being alone now.

But she quickly recovered.

I hung up my clothes and then took a shower.

This month, it gets dark very late. When I went out again, it was already past six o'clock, and I could still see the sun outside the window that hadn't completely set.

Shen Zhaoyi gave up the idea of ​​eating out and took out her phone to order takeout.

At that moment, Cheng Yubai's message popped up.

Before I could even see what it said, the phone rang.

Or, a video?
Shen Zhaoyi was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to answer or not.

Finally, considering our current relationship, I pressed the green icon.

The scene shifted, and when she saw Cheng Yubai's appearance clearly, her first thought was, "Thank goodness I accepted the call."

Having known him for so long, this was the first time Shen Zhaoyi had ever seen him wear a white coat.

It looks like they just left the lab.

He was wearing a light blue shirt underneath, with his tie neatly tucked inside.

And those gold-rimmed glasses were back on his face.

Shen Zhaoyi would give her a perfect score for her appearance today.

I wonder if what this person says later will be heavily discounted.

I didn't speak first; I just admired it through the screen for a while.

Cheng Yubai's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before turning to the bedroom background behind her.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"Which home?" Shen Zhaoyi teased, her tone slightly flippant. "What? Checking up on me?"

"They wouldn't be like you, Dr. Cheng~"

To everyone's surprise, Cheng Yubai was not angry at all; instead, he chuckled softly.

His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses. "I'm not that naive."

Shen Zhaoyi felt that she had underestimated how shameless this person was.

She then asked what the purpose of the call was.

Cheng Yubai replied, "I just got off work and wanted to ask you out for dinner."

Shen Zhaoyi turned her phone upside down to face the window and repeated the current time.

"I told you last time that you should ask a girl out in advance."

"You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"I haven't forgotten," Cheng Yubai replied readily. "I made an appointment for tomorrow night."

Shen Zhaoyi was speechless.

I have a feeling that if I hadn't said that, the other person would have spoken tonight.

She adjusted the camera again, her tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"Tomorrow won't work either, I'm going back to City C~"

On the other end of the screen, Cheng Yubai's smile remained unchanged, only his eyes deepened slightly.

He gave a soft "heh," his tone devoid of much emotion, "Looks like saying it in advance didn't end well either."

There was a faint hint of self-mockery in his voice.

And... loss?
Shen Zhaoyi softened her tone: "Let's talk about it when I get back."

Cheng Yubai nodded and didn't press the issue any further.

Deep down, I could more or less guess why she suddenly went back.
But he only had pride and self-respect, which prevented him from directly pointing it out at this moment.

As for the slight jealousy I felt because she was out of my control.

Cheng Yubai pushed up his glasses.

Next time, he will definitely get it back with interest.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhaoyi continued to browse the app, trying to figure out what to eat for dinner.

It seems like the first meal after moving into a new house was like this both times.

Of course, the second and third meals are about the same.

After all, the skill of only being able to cook instant noodles is not suitable for long-term use.

Your stomach will protest.

Because the villa was quite large, Shen Zhaoyi turned on all the lights upstairs and downstairs before it got too dark.

Ensuring sufficient lighting also provides her with a strong sense of security.

After finishing our meal and tidying up briefly, we returned to our bedroom on the second floor.

Xiaoyuan just sent me a photo.

[Sister Shen! The clothes are just finished, please take a look!]

Shen Zhaoyi clicked on it.

I never expected Pei Yan to become a model.

It is said that a good horse deserves a good saddle. This classic red, black, and white color scheme, along with the well-tailored cut, makes his already excellent physique appear even more outstanding, with his legs looking longer and his waist slimmer.

Looking at it this way, isn't the racetrack another kind of fashion show/red carpet?
Thinking of Chen Hong and Zhou Yiling, these two are not much different in build from Pei Yan, and they are both good-looking and have good figures.

Well, this is great, it's like a whole reserve team of male models.

Putting aside the results, the visual impact alone is enough to make it stand out.

She replied to Xiaoyuan with satisfaction: "Very good. From now on, racing suits will be made according to this style and standard."

Please double-check the proportions and details.

[We must ensure the best fit, the most flattering... um, the most professional.]

Even without being explicitly stated, Xiaoyuan, as a woman, understood these words instantly.

She knew that Sister Shen would be satisfied!

It was worth it to personally supervise the design drafts and rush to produce them during this period.

Next, the situation of the competition was reported.

The race is scheduled for June 23rd at the Hong Kong International Circuit.

I've already made the necessary arrangements for the itinerary and preparations.

Shen Zhaoyi calculated the time; there were still half a month left.

With the full support and logistical assistance of his own team, Pei Yan shouldn't be like last time, wailing on WeChat in the middle of the night that he was so hungry he wanted to chew on tires, right?