Tenant's Secret Love

Chapter 111: The childlike side

I immediately denied myself. Renee would not be the woman with long hair falling down her shoulders. Even if there was a reliance between us, it would only be the result of a long battle. Very often, this kind of battle relieved my melancholy and loneliness, and I think the same was true for Renee.

I finally sent Renee a message: "It's not that I can't build a snowman with you, but you have to make me happy first."

Renee still quickly replied to my message: "Then you can give me a kick too, and we'll be even."

Once again, I was impressed by Renee's strong logical thinking skills, and after a while I messaged her back: "In a harmonious society, who would want to kick you! ...Get me some breakfast tomorrow, with crabmeat buns and spicy soup."

"Okay."

"Mmm."

In the end, we ended this late-night conversation with just two words, and I was finally tired. After washing up, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep in no time.

The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was open the curtains. Sure enough, as I had expected last night, the world outside was completely covered in snow.

I looked at the time and saw that it was just after 8:00 a.m., but I couldn't hold back any longer and sent Renee a WeChat message: "Are you here yet? I'm hungry!"

A moment later Renee messaged me back: "I'm in line, just wait a minute."

I felt a little embarrassed asking Renee to queue up to buy me breakfast, so I quickly replied, "You can just buy it from any shop, why queue up?"

Renee replied as if joking, 'Because I kicked you, of course I have to buy you the best crabmeat buns in Suzhou to compensate you... you're so delicate!"

I replied with a hint of anger, 'In that case, don't buy it, come here and let me kick you!"

Renee just sent me a sweaty face, and then there was no more movement. I got up too, quickly finished washing up, and sat at the desk by the window to continue the marketing plan I hadn't finished last night, but I couldn't help but glance out the window every now and then.

Finally, Renee's car appeared in my line of sight, and then I saw her carrying a thermos lunchbox get out of the car. So I sat up straight, too, getting ready to put on a positive image of a hardworking man in front of her later, so she wouldn't always think I was boring.

...

A little while later, I heard the sound of a key in the door, and then I heard Renee's voice: "Lucas, are you home?"

"Uh-huh." A simple "uh-huh," but I interpreted it as meaning that I was busy, and I couldn't help but admire myself.

Renee pushed open the door and walked into my room, and I buried my head even lower, tapping my fingers "crackling" on the keyboard.

Renee really did exclaim, "You're starting work so early."

"Men, for work, who cares if it's morning or night, when you need to work hard, you have to work without compromise." I was so 'busy' that I didn't even have the energy to look at Renee.

"So will you have time to eat breakfast?"

"Wait... wait until I finish this paragraph, you eat first."

Renee didn't leave, walked over to my side, leaned over and looked at my computer. Not finding any flaws, she then said to me, "I won't interrupt your train of thought, I'll eat first."

"Mm," I said, still very busy, and my fingers tapped faster on the keyboard. Of course this was not an act; my mind was very active at the moment, and the entire plan was expressed fluently in words.