Chapter 129: What Are You Thinking?
Lin Gantang returned to her room and put away the things she had bought. She threw the rest of the new clothes into the washing machine.
Auntie Zhang was resting after work, so Lin Gantang did not bother her and hung the washed clothes by herself.
Jiang Tongtong, who had eaten too much and was walking around to digest her food, noticed this and came over to take a look. “The clothes are quite big. Is it for men?”
“Would you believe me if I said it was an oversize boyfriend-style?” Lin Gantang hung up a long close-fitting shirt.
Jiang Tongtong nodded repeatedly. “Of course. It’ll be very comfortable to wear. 1 often wear Zhaonan’s.”
“Right? It’s especially relaxed and comfortable, right?” Lin Gantang was happy.
Jiang Tongtong estimated the length of the pants in her hands, her eyes round. “Are you bluffing me? You can’t fit into these pants.”
Lin Gantang was laughing out loud. Jiang Tongtong knew that she had been fooled by her, so she glowered at her.
“Dad’s legs aren’t that long.” Jiang Tongtong curious. “Could it be that you bought it for Wen Yanqing? And you washed it before giving it to him? Tangtang, you’re so considerate!”
“It’s to be kept here as a backup,” Lin Gantang said.
“No wonder.” Jiang Tongtong seemed to have thought of something and laughed. “1 see that Dad listens to Wen Yanqing. It would be great if he could live here in the future. Someone would be able to control Dad’s meat consumption and smoking.”
“Let Yanqing marry into our family? Little cutie, you have a lot of ideas.”
“What idea?” Mr. Lin’s voice suddenly sounded from behind. He walked over and said, “What are you two whispering about here in the middle of the night?”
Lin Gantang suddenly felt that the underwear in her hand was a little hot, so she quickly put it back and covered it with pajamas.
“I heard you say something about marrying into the family?” Mr. Lin stood with his hands behind his back and asked Lin Gantang, “What’s wrong with Yanqing? You want to break up with him? With your brother at home, you don’t need to find a live-in son-in-law. What are you thinking about every day?”
“You’re the one who’s thinking too much. Who said anything about breaking up? We were clearly talking about Wen Yanqing marrying into our family just now.”
Father Lin pooh-poohed at her, “What nonsense are you thinking about?”
Lin Gantang was speechless.
I didn’t; I’ve been wrongly accused.
“Can’t you wait until tomorrow to wash your clothes? It’s so cold at night, so you should hurry back to your rooms and sleep,” Mr. Lin urged. He suddenly thought of something and asked, “By the way, whose clothes are they?”
“Your son’s,” Lin Gantang said.
Mr. Lin nodded and left.
Jiang Tongtong covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
The next day, when the clothes were dry, Lin Gantang folded them and put them in her closet. When it was almost time, she set off for the bookstore.
The black cat had been in quarantine for three days. The old cat employees were familiar with the smell of its new companion, so Lin Gantang let it out. Blackie liked cat trees and could sit on them for a long time without moving.
Lin Gantang recorded Blackie’s back. It was like an ornament, and its tail was swaying like a pendulum. It was very cute. Then, she matched the video with the most popular music at the moment.
“Where can I buy such cat ornaments?”
“I went to the bookstore on Sunday. It’s very popular. I suggest you check in.”
“You guys only look at cats? Don’t you know the lady in the shop is super nice?”
“I’m dying of laughter. That’s a bookstore. Shouldn’t you guys be reading books? *Cry-laughing*”
Che Qin hadn’t been there for a few days. When Lin Gantang asked her, she said that she had been a little busy recently. She hadn’t expected to see her at the bookstore that day.
Che Qin was dressed beautifully with light makeup. The necklace on her thick sweater was shining brightly.
However, she seemed to be deep in thought and didn’t appear as happy as before.
“Sister Gantang, I’m returning the clothes you previously lent me.” Che Qin placed her coat on the reading table..