Transmigrated as the male lead's roommate's vicious girlfriend

Zhang Tailai and Dong Xiangzhang stayed at the car dealership until after 3 p.m. before leaving.

As Zhou Zhishui watched the cars drive away one after another, he could no longer hold back his laughter and laughed maniacally, supporting his waist.

He and Meng Yizhen pointed in the direction the two cars had left: "Are Brother Zhang and President Dong really that afraid of their wives?"

"Ouch!"

"I don't know which brilliant person came up with this idea. Applying BB cream to a tanned neck. Brother Zhang's skillful technique shows that he's applied it quite often."

"Anyone with eyes can see that their faces and necks are two different shades."

"If this can be kept secret, I'll twist my head off and use it as a stool."

"Going out fishing isn't breaking any laws."

If Zhang Tailai heard these words, he would definitely have a good talk with Zhou Zhishui.

His wife always stopped him from going fishing, mainly because she thought the sun was too strong and he would get too tanned. She also worried that the mosquitoes in the wild would cause him trouble if he got too hot.

Actually, every time she finished fishing, she was covered in red rashes from mosquito bites, but she was clear-headed and understood everything.

He was willing to go to great lengths to cover it up, acting clumsily and awkwardly, but he kept her instructions in mind and understood the concern hidden in her control.

Those who have never started a family and never lived together can never truly understand the feeling of this.

Zhou Zhishui chattered away enthusiastically, but nobody paid him any attention.

He glanced at He Kezhou, who was looking down at his phone waiting for a message from his girlfriend, and then at Meng Yizhen, who was typing on her computer.

Zhou Zhishui squatted down next to Meng Yizhen and looked at the work arrangements and plans on his computer.

Now, their funding, resources, and distribution channels have all been integrated.

It is foreseeable that there will be more business collaborations in the future, and the social engagements that come with them will also be numerous.

Zhou Zhishui stared at the computer screen for a while, then her legs went numb.

He squatted down and waddled over to He Kezhou. "Brother Zhou, can I come over for dinner tonight?"

He was craving that bucket of fish.

He Kezhou carried the prepared fish to Zhou Zhishui.

"Now."

Zhou Zhishui's mind went blank for a moment.

Does Brother Zhou mean he should give him some special treatment first?

Zhou Zhishui was flattered and overwhelmed.

He Kezhou's expression was not joking; he suddenly stood up from the ground.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Zhou Zhishui couldn't wait any longer and yelled, "Let's go, let's go!"

He didn't forget his brother Zhen. "Brother Zhen, the fish soup is ready. I'll pack some for you to bring back."

……

He Kezhou looked at the pot of milky white fish soup bubbling in front of him.

A few seconds later, he turned off the stove.

Zhou Zhishui, who was in the living room, felt that even his burps smelled like fish.

Fortunately, the third batch was finally not fishy and edible.

The bowl that He Kezhou served was the fourth batch.

He lowered his eyebrows and placed the bowl of fish soup in front of Zhou Zhishui.

Zhou Zhishui was very aware of being a guinea pig.

His eyes lit up after taking that sip.

The fish soup was sweet and delicious, and the tofu was smooth and tender.

If it weren't too hot, he could swallow the bowl.

He didn't get tired of drinking the first three bowls.

The main reason is that He Kezhou makes progress with every single batch.

Aside from the first bowl being a bit painful, the rest were actually not so bad.

As Zhou Zhishui drank, he remarked, "It would be perfect if there were some chopped scallions on top."

He Kezhou didn't buy scallions.

Ning Xi doesn't eat scallions.

Zhou Zhishui glanced at the time; Ning Xi had already left work by now.

I'll be home in half an hour.

He Kezhou had prepared all the ingredients for dinner.

He's not a fool; he has good judgment.

Zhou Zhishui quickly finished a bowl of soup, then took out his phone and put it in his pocket.

Before he left, he washed the porcelain bowl, put it back on the dish rack, and took the experimental samples with him.

……

Subway entrance.

Ning Xi was wearing headphones and having a long phone conversation with Teacher Dai.

She was carrying a rather large paper bag containing three sets of performance costumes that Teacher Dai had lent her.

"Xibao, from now on, if your boyfriend doesn't pick you up after get off work, I'll take you to the subway station."

"That guy who's pursuing you has absolutely no class."

"Knowing you have a boyfriend, she still tries so hard to get his attention."

"Do you really care about his worn-out gifts and flowers?"

Ning Xi was waiting for Wen Jingyan, who was carrying flowers and gifts, to block her way at the theater entrance after get off work.

If she hadn't happened to be leaving the theater with Teacher Dai and Teacher Tang, she wouldn't have been able to escape so easily.

She gently pressed her slightly throbbing temples, not standing on ceremony with Teacher Dai.

Dai Yilan: "Don't schedule your part-time jobs so full on Monday and Tuesday. The commercial performance on Tuesday afternoon doesn't pay enough, so I'm turning it down for you."

"It's a rare holiday, so I need to give myself some time to relax and get rid of the work atmosphere."

Ning Xi smiled and told Teacher Dai that she would treat her to a big meal next Wednesday at noon.

The part-time dance performance at the company's appreciation banquet on Monday lasts approximately two and a half to three hours.

According to the arrangement, there will be 2-3 dances, and the fee can be 1800.

A dance performance will be held on Tuesday morning to warm up the wedding banquet. Each dance costs 600 yuan.

Teacher Dai found them all for her.

Ning Xi was very satisfied to earn 2400 yuan in just two days.

After hanging up with Teacher Dai, Ning Xi found her electric scooter parked at the subway entrance.

She leisurely rode her electric bike to the snack supermarket outside the residential area and bought a bottle of mineral water.

In the evening, someone in the residential building was cooking something delicious, and the rich aroma filled the hallway.

Ning Xi, with a bag and performance costume slung over one shoulder and heavy bottles of mineral water in her arms, huffed and puffed as she climbed the stairs.

After climbing to the third floor, her arms ached from the weight, and she stopped to catch her breath.

After resting for a while, she bent over, supporting herself on her knees, ready to carry it up in one go.

Noticing someone coming downstairs, she lowered her head, picked up her bottled water, and moved aside.

The bottle of mineral water in my hand was easily taken away by another hand.

A tall shadow rolled down from above, enveloping her completely.

Ning Xi looked up and met He Kezhou's dark eyes.

Her hands were suddenly empty as He Kezhou took the canvas bag and the bag containing her performance costumes from her shoulder.

Ning Xi felt relaxed all over and subconsciously straightened her body.

Seeing the black trash bag in He Kezhou's left hand, she reached out to take it: "Give me the trash, I'll go downstairs and throw it away."

He Kezhou didn't loosen his grip on the trash bag, his knuckles taut, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily, his expression unreadable: "With so much stuff, why didn't you call me?"

Ning Xi wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up at He Kezhou in front of her: "I was thinking I could carry it up myself, your hand is still injured."

He Kezhou's long eyelashes drooped, concealing the turbulent emotions in his eyes. "What are boyfriends for?"

Ning Xi could tell he was unhappy.

She didn't want to get stuck in the stairwell and argue over such a small matter.

It was just a case of bottled water; it wasn't so heavy that she couldn't carry it.

Ning Xi smiled and coaxed him, "How did it escalate to the point where I don't need you anymore?"

She hugged He Kezhou's arm: "Boyfriends are for using, of course."

"If there are heavy things in the future, I'll call you immediately and ask you to come down and carry them."

He Kezhou's expression softened slightly after hearing what she said: "I'll take the water upstairs and then throw away the trash."

Ning Xi did not insist.

She was melting from the heat.

She had a lot of work to do today, and it was hot outside, so she was covered in sweat.

Right now, all I want to do is go back and take a shower.

As soon as she entered the house, her stomach growled twice from the sight of the sumptuous food on the table.

The rich aroma of food wafting through the hallway was coming from their place.

Ning Xi felt that the temperature at home was much cooler than usual today.

Only then did she notice that there was a standing air conditioner in the living room.

It's easy to guess that He Kezhou bought it while she was at work and not at home.

In addition to the air conditioner, there is also a water dispenser.

Ning Xi felt the coolness of the air conditioner dispel the fatigue of the day.

Coming home from get off work to a hot, steaming meal makes me feel truly happy.

The lychees on the table were chilled, peeled, and even had their pits removed; a whole bowl of them.

Ning Xi stuffed two into her mouth in one go.

She squinted her eyes happily.

He Kezhou threw out the trash and went inside. When he looked up, he saw a soft, cuddly figure by the dining table.

Ning Xi rested her chin on her hand, pinching a plump lychee between her fingertips. Her mouth was stuffed full of fruit, her cheeks puffed out, and her head swayed gently, like a squirrel that had secretly hoarded nuts and was so satisfied that it forgot itself.

He walked over and pulled out the chair next to Ning Xi.

Ning Xi pushed the porcelain bowl filled with rice towards him and pulled over his injured hand to examine it.

Cooking inevitably involves contact with raw water, which is bad for wounds.

He Kezhou opened his palm.

After he finished cooking, he changed the band-aids.

A band-aid is placed on the wound; without removing the band-aid, nothing can be seen.

As Ning Xi was about to peel off the band-aid to check the wound underneath, He Kezhou cupped his palms and said, "This was food made with gloves on."

Ning Xi felt a little relieved to hear that he had taken precautions.

He Kezhou's gaze lingered on her swollen cheeks and lips glistening with sweet juice.

Ning Xi noticed that he was staring at her and thought he wanted to eat lychees, so she gave him one and held it to his lips.

Their eyes met. He Kezhou didn't look at the lychee on her fingertips. His fingertips lightly brushed against her soft lips, which were still wet with lychee juice. His deep voice lost its usual coldness: "Sweetie?"

Ning Xi nodded, her eyes sparkling with soft light: "Try it, it's very sweet."

It's icy cold and refreshing, perfect for cooling off in the summer.

He Kezhou's fingertips were still on the corner of her lips, his eyes fixed intently on them.

Ning Xi felt a surge of desire as he stared at her, and instinctively tried to back away.

He Kezhou's well-defined knuckles gripped the back of her neck and pulled her down slightly before he leaned down and covered her soft red lips with his.

His cold, hard contours pressed down, gently biting and slowly sucking, stealing all the sweet fruity scent from her lips.

"Well……"

Ning Xi's waist was so weak that she couldn't support herself, and her soft sobs were all sealed by his lips.

She reached out to stop He Kezhou's kiss.

He Kezhou cupped her cheeks, and her lips, which had been pushed away, drew closer once more.

"I tasted it, it's incredibly sweet."

Warm breath brushed against my face. A slight itch.

Ning Xi's long, thick, curled eyelashes trembled violently, and a faint blush spread to the corners of her eyes.

She retorted angrily, "He Kezhou, I let you taste lychees, not kiss me."