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Chapter 112: Handsome is a feeling

As the group walked out, they came face to face with He Qiaoyun, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

"Qiaoyun, you're back from delivering fruit to town," someone greeted her. "It's noon, we're going home for lunch. Your boyfriend is waiting for you inside."

He Qiaoyun gave an awkward laugh, "Oh, you guys go back now, see you this afternoon."

"See you in the afternoon."

They rode away in twos and threes on their electric bikes. He Qiaoyun walked in and saw Feng Jiashu standing under a low tree. The sunlight fell on him, making him look tall and upright, with a calm and composed demeanor.

When Feng Jiashu's gaze fell upon her, a smile crept into his eyes.

Just now, he admitted to them that he liked her.

And she did not deny that they were talking about her "boyfriend".

Does this mean she's starting to accept herself?

Thinking of this, he was overjoyed.

The two men locked eyes, and smiles unconsciously crept onto their lips, but they tacitly avoided mentioning the gossip about the helpers they had just heard.

The facade between them has been shattered beyond recognition, but their relationship remains undefined, entangled in a sweet ambiguity...

He Qiaoyun said, "I bought some groceries, let's go back."

Feng Jiashu walked towards her and said, "Okay."

They walked out of the orchard side by side, and He Qiaoyun closed and locked the door.

Feng Jiashu took out his car keys and, while she was locking the door, turned on the car's air conditioning. Then he opened the passenger door and said, "Get in my car."

He Qiaoyun looked at his clean car interior and subconsciously patted the dust off her clothes. Noticing that Feng Jiashu was watching her pat her clothes, she immediately felt a little embarrassed and said, "Sorry, I've been busy all morning and I was afraid of getting your car dirty."

Feng Jiashu didn't mind at all. "It's not dirty. Cars are for people to ride in. They're not that delicate. You don't need to worry about it."

Although the car's brand couldn't be identified, given his villa lifestyle, the car must have cost at least two or three hundred thousand yuan. Men are very particular about their cars, yet he prioritized her over his car; who wouldn't be moved by that?

She nodded gently and got into the car.

The car door closed, shutting out the heat from outside and placing us in a cool environment.

It's much better than her cargo van that can only be cooled by the wind.

Feng Jiashu got into the car and slowly started it.

He Qiaoyun's eyes involuntarily followed him as he drove; his hands moved the steering wheel with effortless grace.

Being handsome is a feeling.

At that moment, she thought this man was very handsome.

Feng Jiashu noticed that she was looking at him, and his movements became stiff. Although he was over fifty years old, he looked like a young boy in his first love.

Sure enough, no matter how old you are, you will unconsciously get nervous when you meet someone you like, afraid that you will make a mistake and cause the other person to lose interest.

He Qiaoyun realized that it was impolite of her to stare at him, so she turned her head away and casually started a conversation: "By the way, are you here alone on business?"

Feng Jiashu: "I sent two more colleagues home first."

"oh....."

The village is so small that the car soon stopped in her yard.

The two got out of the car and ran into their neighbors who were coming back for lunch. When they saw that someone had come to He Qiaoyun's house, they couldn't help but peek in. When they saw Feng Jiashu, they teased him in a nonsensical way, "Qiaoyun, you've brought someone back again. Why is this one different from the last one?"

He Qiaoyun frowned unhappily upon hearing this.

Before she could speak, Feng Jiashu interjected, "It was me last time too, just in a different car this time, so it's no wonder you didn't recognize me."

The neighbor then glanced at his car and his eyes lit up when he saw the emblem on the front.

This car is so understated that people who only recognize BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Audi might think it's a cheap, no-name car costing around 100,000 yuan. But those in the know understand that this is a Land Rover Range Rover, which is not cheap at all. It starts at over a million yuan, and the highest configuration can reach over two million yuan.

The neighbor looked at He Qiaoyun again, her words tinged with sarcasm, "Driving a Land Rover, not bad."

He Qiaoyun listened to her neighbor talk about the car logo, still having no idea about the car's price. She was only annoyed by her neighbor's spreading rumors. "I haven't brought anyone back. Don't talk nonsense."

The neighbor waved his hand dismissively and said to Feng Jiashu, "I was just joking, don't get so worked up, okay?"

Neither of them laughed at this so-called "joke." Feng Jiashu's tone became slightly more serious, "This is not a joke, it's a baseless rumor, and it's very bad for Qiaoyun."

He Qiaoyun glanced at Feng Jiashu out of the corner of her eye, feeling very happy, because she believed that she had not brought anyone home indiscriminately, and she wondered if this "joke" was really a "joke".

It turns out that being with someone who has sound values ​​means you can be completely unguarded, because they will become a shield, protecting you from the storms of life...

Seeing their serious expressions, the neighbor felt embarrassed and reluctantly apologized, "Okay, okay, I misspoke. It's hot, I'll go home now."

After saying that, he walked home without looking back.

Watching his dejected figure, He Qiaoyun smiled brightly, looked at Feng Jiashu, and said to him sincerely, "Thank you."

The sunlight fell on her face, making him feel a little dizzy, whether from the sunlight or her radiant smile, he couldn't tell.

When their eyes met, they unconsciously looked away before turning their gazes elsewhere.

He Qiaoyun pinched her collar and forced a smile, "Come inside quickly, it's still quite hot outside."

Feng Jiashu nodded slightly, "Okay."

The two entered the house, and He Qiaoyun turned on the air conditioner and poured him a glass of water. "Sit down for a while, I'll go cook."

Feng Jiashu didn't sit down, but instead picked up the ingredients on the table. "Let me help you."

Seeing his serious expression, He Qiaoyun didn't refuse, "Okay."

The two went into the kitchen together.

The kitchen wasn't big, but it was still over ten square meters. Usually, it was just He Qiaoyun by herself, so she felt it was quite spacious. But with another person, a tall and imposing man, it suddenly felt much narrower.

When the space becomes narrower, physical contact becomes unavoidable.

For example, when passing something to someone, fingers might accidentally touch each other; or when going to the refrigerator at the other end to get seasonings, bodies might brush against each other as they cross a narrow aisle; or there might be a tacit understanding in eye contact, followed by an unconsciously evasive glance, constantly making the atmosphere more ambiguous.

With the dishes prepared and ingredients put into the pot, the house was filled with the aroma of cooking. Before long, a simple meal of three dishes and a soup was served.

He Qiaoyun brought the cooked rice to the table and was about to get the bowls and chopsticks when she saw Feng Jiashu walking over with two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"It smells so good. It took you more than an hour to make this dish. You must have been very busy." He put down his chopsticks and ladled a bowl of rice for He Qiaoyun.