Chapter 12:

After drinking a full glass of mango milk lid and returning to the bedroom, Senbei is already potbellied.
On the first day of staying, she was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, so she didn't immediately lie down on the bed and rub her belly, nor did she sit back in front of the monitor and continue to create the artwork for "The Evil".
Instead, I turned out the watercolors and began to draw the personification of "cheese is very mangy".
The emotions and moods that cannot be expressed in words are always replaced by colors and lines.
After painting the whole picture carefully, the senbei examined it for a while, and pressed it to the small window to dry.
The night wind rolled up the veil, like a moonlight dancing.
On the paper, there is a plump wife, bright yellow puff sleeve clothes and short pumpkin pants, leaning on a white cushion like clouds, staring at her with big round eyes.
The mango itself is soft, creamy, sweet and not tangy, just enough to neutralize the rich milk cap.
Pressing lips, the tip of the tongue still retains a unique smell, a little resiny, a little orange.
It is the unique taste of mango.
After drawing the anthropomorphism, Senbei continued to fight with his own manga.
Click on the button, Yuanyuan knocked on her and asked her how she felt about staying in today.
Xianbei replied: Very good, the landlord is very nice.
Yuanyuan: I heard that you two knew each other?
When Xianbei heard this, his face was slightly reddish: ...I think so.
Yuanyuan is a personality: Isn't he just the milk tea uncle? !
Senbei: Yes...
Yuanyuanchao gossip: Wow wow wow wow wow wow, what kind of fate is this, Xianbei, you are such a big celebrity, ah, the owner of Zhongyi personally came to give you milk tea?
Senbei froze, old man, boss?
Yuanyuan: You don't always think that he is delivering milk tea, do you?
Crackers:……
Yuanyuan: Is the boss your favorite, ok? Can a milk tea sender occupy such a large area exclusively?
Senbei: Well...
understood……
Yuanyuan: I think this boss treats you very well, so take it easy, Xianbei.
Senbei:......Huh?
Yuanyuan: I asked Jiang Pride. He said that he has no girlfriends and unmarried diamond kings. You will get the first month if you are close to the water. You two live in a house, and you have to develop a special relationship. Fate.
The words of Xianbei were hot, and the man's always smiling tone suddenly appeared in his mind.
The heart was beating, Xianbei quickly returned two words:
No way.
Yuanyuan:? ?
Senbei: Me,
delete.
She can't... or what Yuanyuan said can't do...
Don't dare to think more...
My heart went up and down, the pressure-sensitive pen could not be held firmly.
Just say no, Xianbei shook her head vigorously, as if to throw away all the thoughts that disturbed her.
Yuanyuan knew that she was repulsive from social interactions, so she turned to the topic and talked about the key points.
She sent a picture, a screenshot of the pre-sale page of "The Lost City III".
Then he said: ahead of schedule, you may have to come to the company tomorrow, and 5,000 copies need to be signed.
Senbei: ...too much.
The 3,000 signature tasks in the first two volumes had already been signed to her softly and she had a deep memory.
Yuanyuan: At the request of the editor-in-chief, I can't [Shan Shou] come early tomorrow, big cartoonist.
Senbei wants to cry without tears:...well...TAT

Senbei got up early the next day.
After washing, put on a pullover sweater, then slung a palm-sized bag, and pressed the peaked cap back to his head.
Well, you can't forget the mask.
Because there is no cat's eye in the door, Senbei is not sure about the situation outside.
Holding the anthropomorphic picture in her hand, she stuck it on the door panel and listened for a few minutes before she unscrewed the doorknob.
Before taking a step, at first glance, he saw Chen Zhuo sitting there eating breakfast.
He crossed a croissant and held the ipad in one hand, browsing intently.
About to hear the door ring, the man's eyes moved from the screen to Senbei.
Looking at each other for two seconds, Xianbei was startled and moved a small step after subconsciously.
Chen Zhuo quickly scanned her again. Well, fully armed, he raised his eyebrows: "You want to go out?"
Don't open your eyes when the senbei is facing down, inaudible: "Hmm..."
"Don't you have breakfast?" Chen Zhuo put the tablet in his hand: "There are fried eggs in the pot."
Senbei shook her head. She had two meals a day for a long time, and she had no habit of breakfast.
Chen Zhuo doesn't like to force and modify other people's lifestyles. He just nodded thoughtfully: "I will send you later."
The little head shook again.
Senbei walked quickly towards the man, then put the blueprint in his hand on the tabletop, turned around and trot to the hallway, squatting on the ground to change shoes.
The action can be said to be done in one go, from beginning to end, without giving the man a chance to speak again.
Only Xianbei knew that since Chen Zhuo asked to send her off, her face began to heat up uncontrollably.
Those white masks, I'm afraid they will be burned into charcoal by her dough.
Cannibalistic, short-handed, she is always afraid of owing too much to others, and never dared to accept other people's favors comfortably.
Unbalanced exchanges and entanglements are always like a thick rope. The more loops tied, the more she can breathe and feel suffocated.
But her new landlord, who doesn't seem to mind, has been taking her for granted and taking care of her.
Yesterday’s dinner, today’s breakfast, I asked if I want to send her...
Ugh--
How...
After going out, Senbei could not stay in the dark, sighing one after another.
How can it be like this-it is justified, and naturally express and close to a person?
How can we have this ability?
She is so envious.
She would never be able to do it, she didn't know... where to start, so that she would not be hated or disgusted.
Walking out of the corridor, the sunlight scorched people.
Senbei's nose is sore, I feel like crying.

At the subway station, turbulent crowds flowed on both sides.
In the clamor, Senbei clenched her bag tightly, and kept breathing in—exhaling—
In order to alleviate the panic and alert of splashing all over his body.
Yuanguangshe moved to the site two years ago and is currently in Ningcheng High-tech Zone, next to Xingyue Park.
There is Liuzhan Road from Zhongshan Square Station where Xianbei is located.
After being harassed by the uncle taxi driver half a year ago, Senbei never dared to hit him again.
Every time I go to a comic company, I will choose to take the subway.
After standing on the track safety yellow line, Senbei buried his head and kept his eyes on his toes for a second.
Suddenly, two glamorous girls stopped by her, and they smashed their heads and covered their faces with an app introduction, holding up their mobile phone to ask if she could scan the code.
The lower lip was knocked pale by Senbei, and she shook her head desperately.
The two girls glanced at her in confusion, then cursed and left.
Luckily today, the second line came quickly.
The wind blew by, and the train stopped.
When the door opened, passengers swarmed out. If someone accidentally rubbed the senbei, it could arouse her shock.
After the people inside are finished, Senbei walks inward along the pace of others.
The carriage is as crowded as usual, and the vacant seats are luxurious.
Senbei was pushed inward by the flow of people, and behind him kept urging, "Go in, go in!"
In the senses, there are various smells and human voices. I was dizzy, and the senbei forehead began to sweat.
When the atmosphere stabilized, Senbei got better, and slowly raised his eyes timidly, looking for railings or handrails to hold on.
As he walked forward, Senbei had no time to take care of his feet. Suddenly, she tripped and leaned forward, losing her balance.
what……
Senbei exclaimed softly, seeing the passenger in front of him about to fall.
It is also at this moment.
An arm was neatly crossed to her waist and abdomen, fishing her back.
The sole of the shoe was empty, and Senbei was so steep that he was hugged by one hand.
The ground is no less than an inch.
but……
Her heart, no, is all over,
All are weightless, and gravity has no effect.
Senbei's eyes were wide open, and it was too late to recognize who was behind him. A warm area was faintly attached to his back...
Is it the chest?
This person carried her and walked out a few steps before Senbei's two little feet were able to return to the ground.
Like just finished riding a roller coaster, Senbei thumped on his chest, and his calves were soft and almost unable to stand.
Senbei was placed by a door.
At this time, a few seconds ago, the one still clasped her arms and supported her on the armrest beside her.
Like a strong steel frame, the air makes a wall, separating everyone around it, leaving her alone in the center.
The calm breathing of a male is just above her head.
The senbei noodles were like roasting, and I looked back a few times to see who it was.
But she didn't dare to turn around at all, not to mention... this person... is so tall, she worked hard, and only his elbows and part of her chest were visible.
So panic, Senbei don't hold both hands tightly, at a loss as to what to do. Several times, she tilted her forehead, trying to get around the forbidden area.
Being alone, the sudden gentleness and protection can make one feel attached, but it can also be troublesome and timid.
For the last time, Senbei made up his mind, clenching his back molars, and wanted to get out of that arm.
Xu Ye noticed her careful thoughts, and the other hand of the arm owner immediately pulled her back to where she was, and the familiar laughing gas sounded:
"What are you running, it's me."