Purchased A Mr. Right

Chapter 128

Wendy was so shocked that the key in her hand fell to the floor, making a squeaky sound.

Wendy picked it up in a hurry, but her eyes fixed on him.

Charlie's expression did not change at all.

He didn't mean to say hello to her. Compared with the shocked look on her face, he was completely calm, as if it was natural for him to appear here and open the door.

After pulling out the key, Charlie stepped into the room.

Wendy stood still in a daze. The opposite door had been closed, and what she saw before he closed the door was his deep eyes.

The corridor quieted down, so she had to turn around and shut the door.

Wendy did a very silly thing.

She pinched her right cheek hard and felt a sudden pain. She was sure that she was not dreaming. Charlie really moved to the opposite house.

It turned out that he was the rich man that her previous neighbor couldn't understand...

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But, why did he come to live here?

The high-end residential area that he lived in before was totally different from here! Or was it true that rich people were really a little crazy?

Wendy stood at the door for quite a long time, but she still couldn't recover from the shock.

So when someone suddenly knocked on the door, she was so scared that she almost jumped up.

Wendy swallowed, held her breath, and asked, "Who is that?"

"It's me."

A quiet male voice came from outside.

Wendy looked through the peephole and found it was Charlie standing outside. His deep eyes seemed to be able to look through the door.

She put her hand on the door handle and slowly pushed it open,"... What can I do for you?"

"I want to get my briefs back," Charlie said clearly with both his hands in trouser pockets.

Wendy was stunned.

He could even remember that.

Now she finally understood what his text message that he would fetch it himself meant.

Seeing that he was staring at her, Wendy was embarrassed. And then, she realized that she had been standing here in a daze after entering the door. She took off her bag, put on slippers, and ran inside quickly,"... Wait a minute!"

In a few seconds, she ran back.

Wendy held the briefs in her hand. She handed them to him, but she couldn't speak out the words "thank you" this time. "Anything else?" Charlie raised his eyebrows when he saw that she was staring at him.

Wendy was confused and asked with an uncertain look, "Charlie, did you move to the opposite house?"

"Didn't you see it?" Charlie took out the key from his pocket and shook it in front of her.

Of course, Wendy saw it, but the point was...

"Why did you move here?"

Charlie frowned slightly and asked her, "Why can't I live here?"

"I didn't mean that..." Wendy shook her head in an awkward look.

Charlie glanced at her face and explained in a normal tone, "Here is relatively close to my company, so it's more convenient for me to work."

"Oh..." Wendy nodded.

But wouldn't this reason be a little far-fetched?

Old buildings in this area almost belonged to dangerous buildings, and the layout of the houses was not good. Besides, the facilities relating to electricity, water, and gas were quite old too. Even if his house in the high-end residential area were too far away from his company, he could definitely buy a better one. Moreover, he had a car, and Farr often came to pick him up...

"Wendy, how long are you going to hold my briefs?"

Wendy was stunned for a moment. She noticed that he fixed his eyes on her, so she followed his sight.

Her mind went totally blank. She was grabbing his briefs and didn't let go of it...

Wendy quickly withdrew her hand and put it behind her back awkwardly. She dodged his eyes and asked, "Do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll close the door!"

When the door was closed, she shook her hands to cool herself down.

She went back to her room to change her clothes, then searched in the refrigerator, and found half a pack of frozen dumplings to cook.

It was getting dark outside. Wendy planed to watch TV first and then take a shower and sleep.

"Knock, knock—"

There was another knock on the door.

Wendy opened the door again, and it was Charlie who was standing outside.

He changed into a home suit. She used to see him dressed like this before. She bit her lips and asked, "Charlie, what's wrong with you?"

"Can you cook a bowl of noodles for me?" Charlie raised his hand.

There was a shopping bag in his hand, with a small bundle of noodles and some eggs inside. A car key was hanging on his index finger. He must go out to buy them.

"..." Wendy frowned and seemed to be thinking about refusing him.

"I have meetings during the day and haven't eaten anything from noon to now. I only drank two cups of coffee, and my stomach is empty and uncomfortable." Charlie said to her, putting his right hand on his stomach. Seeing she frowned, he added, "The neighbors should help each other, right?"

Wendy seemed to be persuaded by his last sentence. She nodded and answered,"... Okay!"

She took over the shopping bag from his hand, opened the door widely, and then went to the kitchen.

"Wait a moment in the living room. I'll let you know when noodles are ready!"

"Okay," Charlie replied calmly.

Following her into the room, he raised the corners of his lips but she didn't know.

There were some washed green onions in the refrigerator. She cut them causally and began to boil some water to cook noodles. She put two eggs into the pot. About ten minutes later, she turned off the range hood.

When Wendy took out the noodles, Charlie had already come over, pulled out the dining chair, and sat down.

After having two bites with the chopsticks, he looked up and asked her, "How did you cook it? Why can't I cook it well?"

"Uh." Wendy thought of the pot she saw in his kitchen and swallowed, "Maybe it also needs talent!"

"..." Charlie's lips twitched.

He finished the bowl of noodles soon. He looked up and asked, "Any more?" "There should be only some soup left..."

"Bring to me all."

Wendy took over his bowl and suddenly felt that his words were so familiar to her. He said the same words when she cooked noodles for him for the first time...

She poured out all the soup in the pot to his bowl. She reminded him when she put the bowl in front of him, "You'd better eat less at night. It's good for your stomach."

When Charlie put down his chopsticks again, the bowl was empty without a drop of soup.

"Thank you." He smiled at her.

Wendy gasped and said, "You're welcome..."

He seldom said the two words to her. Especially when he said with a smile, it was so charming.

After cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, Wendy came out of the kitchen. She found that he was still sitting on the dining chair, and she looked at the night sky outside the window and became a little nervous.

"Charlie, it's late..."