Jiao Yang lightly lifted the corners of his lips, "As you please."
To him, this amount of money really didn’t matter.
"Don’t worry, I rember it clearly. Once I receive my salary, I’ll repay you in installnts." Mo Bei stepped past him, "I’ve already found an apartnt, and I’m moving in today."
"Is it safe?" Jiao Yang followed her into the living room.
"The issue of safety is probably sothing my neighbors need to consider!" Mo Bei turned her face from the stairs and smiled at him, "It’s a small apartnt, very close to the company, about a ten-minute ride on a bike. I’m going to pack my things!"
Speaking of packing, it was actually quite simple, just a backpack and a giant Doraemon.
"I’ll take you there!" Jiao Yang grabbed the car keys from the table.
"No need, I have a bike!" Mo Bei placed the Doraemon on the shelf in the hallway and bent down to change her shoes, "I can just ride my bike there!"
Jiao Yang lazily walked over, "I need to go and recognize the place, so you don’t run off with the money!"
Knowing he was just joking, Mo Bei smiled and didn’t refuse further.
Jiao Yang drove the car out of the garage, and she quickly folded her bike, stuffed it into the trunk, and sat in the passenger seat holding the giant Doraemon.
As he started the car, Jiao Yang glanced at the Doraemon in her arms, "I couldn’t tell you liked this kind of thing!"
"When I was little, I especially envied Nobita for having Doraemon with him." Mo Bei reached her hand into the large pocket of the Doraemon, "Because Doraemon could always make his dreams co true, I always wished I had Doraemon’s Any Door so I could see my dad who was away on business trips anyti, or take a Space-Ti Machine back to before I turned five..."
On her face, there was an unusual lancholy.
Sensing her slightly downcast mood, Jiao Yang turned his face slightly.
But Mo Bei had already returned to her usual cheerful self, waving the Doraemon’s arm at him, "Jiao Yang, do you have any wishes? I’m Doraemon, and I can grant any wish you have right now!"
Jiao Yang withdrew his gaze, "I have no wishes."
"Don’t you even want Luo Xiaoqian?" Mo Bei smirked, "I have a Copying Machine that can create a brand new Luo Xiaoqian for you, don’t you want her?!"
"I don’t!" Jiao Yang said.
So what if a thousand Luo Xiaoqians could be replicated? The person she loved would only ever be Leng Zimo, right?!
Seeing his expression, Mo Bei just shrugged and looked away, sighing, "Ah, love really is tiring. I don’t want to fall in love in the future."
Jiao Yang chuckled lightly, "You haven’t told the address yet."
"You forgot, I have the Any Door!" Mo Bei raised her hand and pointed to the right, "Ahead, turn right..."
Under her guidance, the two of them quickly arrived at the community where Mo Bei rented.
The community was quite nice, with fully enclosed managent. Mo Bei’s room was on the 9th floor, a one-bedroom apartnt with all necessary appliances. It’s basically a move-in ready type.
"Let’s go."
Jiao Yang headed for the door without sitting down.
"Where to?!"
"The supermarket."
"Why the supermarket?!" Mo Bei asked, puzzled.
"Pillows, sheets, quilts, towels... don’t you need to buy these things? Do you really think this is a hotel?!" Jiao Yang asked with a smile.
"Oh right, I really forgot!" Mo Bei hurriedly put down her backpack, "Let’s go, let’s go now."
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