I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 285: I Can Feed You

Although being cared for made her quite happy, Mu Qiu remained seated and listened to the phone call, minding her breathing. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

It was indeed a bit inappropriate for a man and woman to be on the phone late at night, combined with obvious breathing sounds.

"No need to add more equipment," since it wasn’t her house, too much trouble was never good, "Moreover, Brother Cheng..."

Cheng Zhirang responded with a gentle voice, "What’s wrong?"

Mu Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Once this wave passes, I want to find a place to live on my own."

Cheng Zhirang frowned, "Don’t like Yishan?"

"No," Mu Qiu explained, "I just want to find a place to live on my own, and maybe this time I can directly buy a house."

With a bond in Hai City, maybe she could also have a home there.

Hearing her mention buying a house, Cheng Zhirang’s brow slightly relaxed.

"Okay, do you need my help?"

"If I need it, I’ll reach out to you."

"Alright. Rest early, I’ll wait for you downstairs tomorrow."

Mu Qiu smiled sweetly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu went to sleep with a sweet smile.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhirang placed the phone on the table, removed his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and went to the bathroom.

In the frosted-glass bathroom, steam started to rise, and the sound of trickling water echoed.

What usually took ten minutes for a shower extended a bit longer today, and at the end, there was a muffled groan in the bathroom.

Low and sexy, winding its way to tug at one’s heartstrings.

——

Thursday morning.

The sound of birds chirping on the tree branches outside was incessant, crisp, and clear. The sky was vast, a gentle wind brushing the greenery, Yun City was blessed with another perfect day today.

Mu Qiu prepared two portions of waffles while listening to soft music, carefully packed them in small brown paper bags.

She then grabbed her tablet, put on a mask, and rolled her suitcase out of the door.

Downstairs, a white car was parked, looking no different compared to the high-end cars commonly seen in Yun City, and it wasn’t an uncommon sight in this neighborhood.

So no one really stopped to stare at this car.

Holding two brown paper bags, with her suitcase just beside the car, the person in the driver’s seat got out, single-handedly lifted her case into the trunk, and then held open the rear door for her.

"Thank you."

She got into the car, comfortably seated, not rushing to be surprised by him getting out of the car; she just wanted him to finish his gentlemanly gestures quickly and get in the car, lest they get recognized.

Cheng Zhirang wore a white T-shirt, simple and fresh, donned with a mask, his hair not styled and somewhat softly falling down.

He didn’t look like a currently popular thirty-year-old actor.

He opened the door, got into the car, fastened the seatbelt, placed one hand on the gear shift, the other with the watch was on the steering wheel, maneuvering the car with one hand.

"Fasten your seatbelt," he reminded.

Mu Qiu murmured an acknowledgment, placed the two bags on the side seat, and after fastening her seatbelt, she asked him, "Did anyone see you when you came in?"

"Yes."

"?!!!" Mu Qiu was surprised.

Cheng Zhirang immediately added, "There’s a guard check when the car enters the neighborhood."

"...Brother Cheng, you’ve learned to scare people."

The guard was a retired military uncle, other than going home to take care of his grandchildren, he never gossiped, and he didn’t recognize any celebrities.

Moreover, when she came in in this car the night before last, the military uncle already knew this car and basically wouldn’t check it again.

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, "Actually, there’s no need to worry, this neighborhood has a good security setup. The comings and goings are mainly unhurried high-level workers, and you can tell they’re of high caliber. Did your uncle and aunt find this house for you?"

In such a place, it shouldn’t be something a newly graduated girl could find and afford.

"No," Mu Qiu marveled at his observation skills, recalling the process of finding this house, and said, "It was recommended by a friend of theirs."

She said this while rummaging through the brown paper bag beside her, making rustling noises, paired with her calm narrative tone.

"I have some differing views from them; when that uncle recommended the house here, my dad even said that young people shouldn’t live in suburban areas mixing with retired officials instead of living in the city center."

At the time, they had already found her two or three places, considering which district she would work in, finding her the safest house in that district.

In the end, she didn’t go out to work at all; she wanted to find a place that was quieter in the suburbs.

It annoyed her dad so much, he accidentally broke one of his treasured tea sets.

Cheng Zhirang looked at her through the rearview mirror, not judging her different views, simply said, "So most here are retired officials? This place is quite good then; the security would more likely be attentive."

That made sense, Mu Qiu nodded, "I just felt this place was safe and quiet, so I chose the house here."

Girls having security awareness was a good thing, Cheng Zhirang felt relieved once more, she was rational and aware of self-protection, which was great.

Finally, the rustling sound stopped, followed by a rich fragrance spreading.

Cheng Zhirang glanced through the rearview mirror at his actions and asked, "What did you bring? Smells great."

Mu Qiu held up one of the brown paper bags to show him, took a bite of her own, and said, "I made waffles myself, do you want one?"

"I’m not convenient to eat."

"It’s alright," she pretended to be a helpful person, clutching the back of the driver’s seat, leaned forward and asked, "I can feed you."

"...Okay."

Cheng Zhirang agreed to this slightly risky proposal, and when she held a small piece of waffle to his mouth, he subtly turned his head to bite it.

Then her fingers slightly pushed the small piece of waffle into his mouth, over his soft lips and tongue.

As soon as Cheng Zhirang bit in, his Adam’s apple gulped, turning his head back to the front to watch the road.

Mu Qiu retracted her fingers, the sensation of having touched his lips seemingly still lingered.

She calmly watched him eat, and after he finished one piece, she thoughtfully asked, "Do you want more?"

Cheng Zhirang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he said in a low voice, "Yes."

Mu Qiu then fed him another piece.

One feeding, the other turning his head to eat, the two seamlessly coordinated.

After three or four pieces, Cheng Zhirang said it was enough.

"You haven’t eaten yet, sit back and eat on your own."

"Alright."

She didn’t insist, sat back and fastened her seatbelt, took out a waffle from the other paper bag and ate it.

Considering he might not like the smell of food in the car, the paper bags were sealed before.

Also, she didn’t add much sugar, so it wasn’t too sweet, something that boys should like.

Respect is mutual; he respected her, and she considered his feelings more.

All the way to Yun City Airport, they took the VIP channel to the first class cabin.

The way was mostly devoid of people; those they encountered were businessmen with briefcases hurrying along, definitely engaged in big business without time to stop and look at them.

The flight journey was two hours.

Afraid someone might recognize Cheng Zhirang, Mu Qiu wanted him to sit inside, where resting his head should keep him from being seen.

However, Cheng Zhirang suddenly turned slightly firm, pulled her to sit inside.

"What if someone outside bumps into you?"