The two of them walked to the apartment together, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Soon, the two arrived.

After taking the elevator upstairs, Chu Rong put away all the vegetables and snacks he bought.

"You eat snacks at home, I'll return the car." Chu Rong looked at Song Ci on the sofa and said.

Song Ci nodded obediently, stretched out his hand and waved: "Be careful on your way!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Chu Rong's mouth, and he was in a good mood.

Five minutes after Chu Rong set off, Song Ci stood up from the sofa.

It's time to do something serious.

Song Ci put the half-eaten snacks on the coffee table in the living room, clapped his hands, and went out.

Chu Rong was going to the supermarket a little far away from the apartment to return the shopping cart, while Song Ci, she was going to the small shop not far downstairs to buy her aunt's towel.

Song Ci calculated according to the world's aunt's expectations, and felt that she would be bleeding in a few days.

Therefore, while Chu Rong is not there, it is really appropriate to buy auntie's towel.

Go downstairs, just walk a few steps, and you will be at the small shop.

Song Ci walked into the small shop with a blank face, and with a very experienced look, walked to the aunt's towel area and took a few packs of aunt's towels, and then went to the front desk with no expression to pay.

The owner of the small shop, a middle-aged woman in her forties, saw an old and exquisite boy holding a few packs of aunt’s towels to pay with a blank expression, and suddenly showed a look that understood everything.

Song Ci admired his name, but when he saw that the boss found a black bag and put his aunt's towel in it, Song Ci always felt weird.

But she didn't say anything. After taking the bag, Song Ci was about to leave.

"Young man, here's the small ticket." The middle-aged woman hurriedly reached out and handed the small ticket to Song Ci.

Song Ci took it casually and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, calmly walked out of the small shop.

The proprietress of the small shop looked at the young boy who was walking away through the glass door, and wanted to say that your small ticket was about to fall out, but the distance seemed a bit far away, and the other party might not be able to hear it.

After Song Ci returned to the apartment, he threw the aunt's towel he had just bought into his room.

Then Song Ci sat on the sofa and took out the phone from his pocket.

When he took out his cell phone, Song Ci was fine. It's boring, unlock, swipe the desktop twice, and then lock the screen.

When I'm bored, I can do anything.

However, although boring on the surface, in fact, Song Ci was thinking about a particularly important matter.

Because the decision was made last time, Chu Rong was not allowed to know her true gender.

Therefore, Song Ci pondered that he couldn't sleep with Chu Rong.

After all, as a person who might be **** in a few days, if Chu Rong found out, then even if Chu Rong was stupid, he knew she had a problem.

Otherwise, how to explain the blood flow from end to end.

Thinking of this, Song Ci felt a pity.

After all, Chu Rong brand pillow, who knows who holds it.

That is very comfortable to hold.

However, in order not to reveal his gender, Song Ci could only give up the Chu Rong pillow.

Think about it, it's still a little uncomfortable.

Song Ci sat on the sofa, thinking about something, holding the mobile phone in his hand to unlock the sliding desktop and lock the screen, it seemed weird.

When Chu Rong opened the door and came in, he immediately realized that Song Ci was wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Rong asked.

Why does it always feel like Song Ci was boiled by someone?

"Oh, I'm hungry." Song Ci couldn't tell the truth, so he had to find an excuse.