Ximen looked up in shock, "Did you rent a house with so many spare parts?"

"Don't think about it all, you are the only one man, of course it's not because of this, both men and women are the same! I'm very picky!"

Cheng Jiuer's complexion was dark and she couldn't see blushing. She looked straight into Ximen's eyes, "Give me a correct word, and I will go and pay the contract and pay three or one. I tell you, this is a very rare thing. Do you think it's just renting a house? NO!"

"There are many benefits after this. We have daily contact and friendship, and we will give you some gifts during the New Year. Whether we are college graduates and undergraduates, then we will take the postgraduate entrance examination, we are now an old professor, if we are rated as an academician..."

Cheng Jiuer Balala said, staring at Ximen with bright big eyes eagerly, hoping that he would nod. Ximen supported his head and looked at her silently.

"You can save some money by competing with rent, but it's not so boring. You are a gentle person with a simple and conservative personality, with many life skills and tall and handsome. It's quite appropriate to go out and pretend to be a boyfriend as a bodyguard when necessary..."

Cheng Jiuer muttered and said a lot of things vaguely, regardless of whether Ximen heard it clearly or not, reached out to pick up the book and fanned: "Hurry up and decide! I'm so hot!"

Me, bodyguard?

Ximen didn't know what to say for a moment, so he picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner: "Think about it... don't go."

He stuttered when he opened his mouth, and the male god became funny, but Cheng Jiuer didn't laugh.

This poor guy was originally a top student, but his brain was injured and he recovered very slowly. Because of the sequelae of head trauma, he was prone to distracted and stuttering, and the more nervous he became, the more serious he became.

I came chubby when I introduced myself at the beginning of school. My parents stood on both sides and helped me take out my medical records and confessed frankly. There was still a small shadow in my brain that had not disappeared, so everyone could take care of it.

Ximen grunted for five minutes before saying ten words.

Now three years have passed, and I don’t think this lip is much better, but it has become very extreme:

Either you are habitually silent, and you must speak concisely. Two or three words can make people anxious and angry when they hear it.

Either you just pinch your mouth, you can speak quickly, but no one can hear it clearly, and it feels like your mouth is trembling.

The classmates were very loving, and no one made fun of him in person. They envied this guy back then for not participating in military training!

The scorching sun is hot and everyone is sizzling with charcoal ham sausages. However, this guy can use air conditioning in the dormitory. His cold white skin is as bright as the big white, and his body is like the big white.

Three years later, I was even more envious. Ximen rushed from 1.7 meters to 1.9 meters?

It must be because the pituitary gland is pressed by blood clots to secrete growth hormones like this. What’s terrible is that the face is not only not broken, but also looks better and better, and people become thinner.

Unfortunately, no matter how high a brain injury is, it is useless. Ximen does not have Scholar Syndrome, which makes people feel a little weak in memory, slow reaction, and always average in academic performance, not to mention sports.

God is fair. Giving you extraordinary appearance will take away your IQ and vitality, and the loss of IQ points may be added to the appearance.

The school was also disappointed. Under the pressure of public opinion, I thought of buying a genius on dips, but I didn’t expect that the IQ trend would be sluggish for a long time and there was also the risk of dying in the school at any time.

This walking porcelain is useless except lighting up the campus classroom, library and school bar, and bringing countless life insights. It is really a big pit.

“And that….”

Ximen's eyes moved away from Cheng Jiuer's face and turned toward the window. The car drove by and another group of people left.

"Then what?"

"That......."

"What? What should I do?"

Cheng Jiuer stared at his mouth, really anxious for him: "You don't have two or three thousand houses to rent now. You might as well follow me than you can get along with others! Can you trust others? Many people have bad intentions!"

"But......"

"But what?"

Ximen reached out and pressed his mouth: "No money!"

Cheng Jiuer sighed: "This is no longer expensive. If I pay 3,000, you only need 2,000 yuan. You can go with me and see it. It's really good, it's only ten minutes away!"

Ximen shook his head.

Cheng Jiuer pretended not to see it and looked around the room: "You have moved so many electrical and furniture here and can use them. Your things are pretty good. It's so comfortable to take a shower and take a shower just now. I've fallen in love with that feeling."

Ximen glared at her in anger.

"Then how much surplus food do you have? Tell you that this opportunity is very rare. When you become an old professor, you have surplus houses for rent? Yes, there is, but you may not be able to rent them!"

Ximen thought about it and compared it with eight gestures.

"Eighty thousand?"

Ximen glared at Cheng Jiuer, saying that if there is 80,000 yuan, it is still said that there is no money?

"Eight hundred?"

Ximen looked straight at Cheng Jiuer and shook his head slightly, not that few.

That's eight thousand, and Cheng Jiuer looked at him curiously: "By the way, where is your bonus? It's been spent in just five years? There's no New Year's money? Can't you? You're going to come back from your family! I'm so much!"

Ximen then remained silent.

"What do you think? You really want to find a job that has no future? There is no need to! A small company will go bankrupt at any time!" Cheng Jiuer asked after him.

Ximen sighed and touched his mouth. How to explain it? His behavior is indeed unreasonable.

"I said, your college entrance examination score was the No. 1 prize in the city. Now it feels too strange to find a job in a small company, right?"

Cheng Jiuer then asked, "Are you playing the White Dragon Fish Server game?"

"Then I'll take a look...National Examination."

Cheng Jiuer laughed and almost fell off the chair, put down her feet, and kicked Ximen: "Brother, are you...re you taking it seriously? National exam?"

Ximen stared at a serious and serious face: "Don't laugh!"

Cheng Jiuer raised his hand and pressed his mouth: "Don't laugh, I'll ask you, are you taking it seriously?"

"Yeah, really!"

Ximen took a long breath, straightened his back, and spoke while gesturing, "Civil servants... should listen more... watch more... speak less, and... serve... speak faster... to be slower!"

Cheng Jiuer's face turned red. She almost couldn't help but pounce on her just now. She liked this guy so much.

"Oh, you said this like a press spokesperson, it makes sense to you! The older the leader speaks, the slower it is."

"that is!"

"But...how did you pass the interview?"

Cheng Jiuer leaned over to Ximen and looked at him with a smile, "You have lost points even if you move so frequently. People think you have ADHD."

Ximen frowned and gestured: "This is not...a small action, it is...sign language!"
Chapter completed!