HCB Chapter 753 Baldness?!
Chapter 753 Baldness?!
Inside the meeting room, Sun Qin sat alone in the empty room, staring blankly at the door for a long time before reaching out and rubbing her face vigorously.
It's so cold...
The moment her hand touched her cheek, it felt icy cold. Sun Qin pursed her lips and rubbed her face harder.
Only after her cheeks felt warm from being rubbed did Sun Qin manage to force a smile and walk out of the meeting room.
She needed to hurry, hurry up and accumulate one million points... she needed to get out of there quickly, hurry back to reality, hurry up and hurry to see her sister...
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"This watermelon was just cut and it's very sweet."
He Lingling placed the insulated bag on the coffee table, glanced down at Yu Shijiu who was stuffing fruit salad into her mouth, and her lips twitched:
"Where did you buy this fruit salad? It seems like there aren't many different types?"
Yu Shijiu swallowed the yellow peach in her mouth. "Brother Lu made this for me. Was it a small amount? I think it's quite delicious."
Lu Chusheng, who had successfully been promoted to "Brother Lu," was speechless.
Lu Chusheng glanced at He Lingling, who was standing there dumbfounded, and asked in a manner befitting a host:
"Are you really not going to eat?"
"I really don't want to eat... thank you."
He Lingling responded blankly, almost able to hear the pounding of her heart.
What do you mean... it was made by Brother Lu?
What do you mean by "quite a lot"... I thought it was pretty delicious?
Was there really nothing wrong with my ears just now?!
Lu Chusheng went to Yu Shijiu's house to make him fruit salad—how many people in town would believe that?!
But this almost impossible thing actually happened!!! And it happened right before my eyes!!!
He Lingling watched in a daze as Lu Chusheng finished his polite remark and casually picked up the insulated bag he had just placed on the coffee table, heading towards the kitchen. She instinctively tried to stop him.
"Hey, that watermelon—"
Bang bang bang!
Yu Shijiu, standing next to He Lingling, patted the half-eaten watermelon next to him and smiled at her, saying:
"I just ate half a watermelon, Sister Lingling. Brother Lu probably thinks I don't want to eat any more for now."
He Lingling: "..."
What else could He Lingling say?
He Lingling swallowed the words she wanted to say and sat down on the ground next to Yu Shijiu with a blank and helpless expression.
She watched as Yu Shijiu happily lowered her head to continue eating the fruit salad, her expression somewhat dazed.
"Shi Jiu..."
He Lingling glanced at Lu Chusheng, who was busy in the kitchen, and said in a somewhat complicated tone:
"What is your relationship with Lu Chusheng now?"
He Lingling asked this question cautiously, and Yu Shijiu found it a bit strange, so she frowned and said:
"What relationship? We're friends."
"..."
He Lingling remained silent for a few seconds, vaguely feeling that the word "friends" was a bit strange in describing the current atmosphere between Yu Shijiu and Lu Chusheng.
If they are really friends... why does she always feel a bit superfluous here?
How can friends be superfluous?!
Yu Shijiu, however, wore a very happy expression and said somewhat smugly:
"Sister Lingling, you don't know, Lu Chusheng has something on his head—"
"Cough cough."
A man's deep cough came from the kitchen.
With a rustling sound of plastic bags, Yu Shijiu immediately shut his mouth.
He Lingling keenly sensed that there seemed to be some secret between the two that couldn't be told to outsiders, and instantly became eager to gossip.
"Shi Jiu?"
He Lingling probed indirectly, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
—She was just asking casually, it shouldn't be a problem.
He Lingling quickly convinced herself and continued asking questions without any psychological burden:
What happened to Lu Chusheng's head?
"...Oh, it's nothing."
Yu Shijiu looked down with difficulty at the grape and yellow peach yogurt fruit salad in the bowl in front of her, and pouted.
"Maybe it's because he's getting old and is balding."
"? Bald?!"
He Lingling's eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed, "Lu Chusheng is bald?! What's going on?! He looks like he has a lot of hair!"
In her shock, He Lingling couldn't quite suppress her voice.
The rustling sound of plastic bags in the kitchen disappeared instantly.
He Lingling abruptly covered her mouth, somewhat embarrassed, and changed the subject:
"Hahaha, how could that be? Shi Jiu, are you kidding me? How could someone as tall and handsome as Captain Lu... *head?
He Lingling glossed over the word "bald" in a messy stroke.
Yu Shijiu, however, was somewhat unhappy. He lowered his head, scooped out a yellow peach covered in yogurt, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered:
"What do you mean by tall and handsome? He's clearly quite old."
He Lingling's lips twitched: "..."
Although Lu Chusheng does seem a bit older than the two of them, he's standing so close to them right now... isn't it a little inappropriate for Shi Jiu to so blatantly say he's old...?
He Lingling wisely chose not to continue discussing this topic with Yu Shijiu—of course, she could consider bringing up the past again after Lu Chusheng left.
Eating melons is a basic human instinct, and He Lingling is no exception.
in the kitchen.
Lu Chusheng washed the meat and vegetables he had brought and put them on a plate. Listening to the rustling sounds of the two people outside, he closed his eyes helplessly.
Compared to Yu Shijiu and He Lingling... I am indeed much older... but it's okay, I'm only eight years older than Yu Shijiu, am I really that old?
Lu Chusheng pursed his lips, expressionless, and raised the cleaver to cut the cleaned meat.
He Lingling, who had originally planned to continue discussing the "baldness topic" with Yu Shijiu after Lu Chusheng left... waited until the sun was almost setting but Lu Chusheng still hadn't left.
"..." He Lingling leaned listlessly against the sleeping Feifei next to her, reached out and scratched Feifei's chin, and whispered:
Why isn't he leaving?
"I do not know."
Yu Shijiu slumped on the sofa and chatted with her, mumbling sleepily:
"He's been in the kitchen for almost the whole afternoon. Doesn't he get tired of standing for so long?"
Despite saying that, Yu Shijiu didn't actually dislike Lu Chusheng staying in her room for so long.
Ever since she realized in her dream that the young man who frequently appeared was Lu Chusheng, Yu Shijiu became even less concerned.
He yawned lazily and said, "Sister Lingling, what are we having for dinner tonight? Has Brother Chen said anything?"
Mentioning dinner, He Lingling instantly perked up, sitting up straight with great interest and saying:
"There should be soup tonight, right? I overheard Sister An and Brother Chen talking about making soup or something..."
"Soup?"
Yu Shijiu's eyes lit up: "Did Brother Chen say what kind of soup he's going to make? It must be delicious! Everything Brother Chen makes is delicious!"
He Lingling nodded happily: "That's right, after all, our Brother Chen is a chef in real life, so his skills must be excellent—"
"not going."
The tightly closed kitchen door was flung open with a bang, and Lu Chusheng's voice rang out at the same time.