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After queuing up and passing the security check, you have to swipe the QR code to pass the gate. Jiang Ying didn't find the phone in his coat pocket, thinking he remembered it wrong, put it in the bag, and turned the bottom of the bag upside down again.
When you are in a bad mood, things will always happen to make you feel worse. Jiang Ying met him now. She stared at the bottom of the bag for a while before accepting the fact that the phone was stolen.
How could you be so careless? With the phone in his pocket, there are so many people around, and he walked all the way without paying attention.
She checked the bag, everything was there, only the mobile phone in the coat pocket was stolen.
I didn't bring any money with me. Jiang Ying took out the bank card and was about to go out to get some cash from the ATM.
He left the security checkpoint with a blank face, and returned the same way. When she was about to get on the elevator, someone grabbed her hand forcefully.
Meng Jingshu stared at her closely, with undisguised emotion in his dark eyes. He was angry and unwilling, and prepared a lot of words to reason with her, but seeing her disheartened look with her head down, he couldn't say anything at all.
His chest was heaving, he restrained himself for a while, and only asked her: "Why don't you answer the phone?"
Jiang Ying stared at the ground: "I lost my phone."
People are coming and going at the subway station, and the two of them stand in the middle of the road, which is out of tune with the flow speed. Countless people bypass them, as if avoiding two stubborn road blocks.
Probably as expected, Meng Jingshu didn't know whether he was relieved or helpless, his tone was not so tough anymore.
"Send you off, do you want to go?"
Jiang Ying gave a low "um".
No one spoke along the way.
Jiang Ying didn't say where she lived, and Meng Jingshu didn't ask either. He turned to look at her when the light was red, but she didn't respond, she leaned back in her chair and looked out the window expressionlessly.
The car drove into Dongming Jiayuan, Meng Jingshu stopped and went upstairs, Jiang Ying followed silently.
After the door was closed, Meng Jingshu bent down to get her slippers, and then he couldn't hold back, and said lightly, "I thought you wouldn't come in, you were so stubborn just now."
Originally, Jiang Ying's face was tense, and it was fine if he didn't say it, but when she said it like this, the joke became a mockery in her ears, a heart-warming irony.
She stared at him red-eyed, tears streaming down like that.
"" Meng Jingshu handed her a tissue and said in a low voice, "Why are you crying? You just lost your phone. I'll pay you one tomorrow."
Jiang Ying didn't want to look too weak, wiped away tears, and said bitterly: "You know what a fart!"
Meng Jingshu: ""
Come on, it's not too sad.
It has to be said that a woman's tears are indeed a weapon against men. When she cried, Meng Jingshu didn't even want to argue with her about her attitude.
After waiting for a while, seeing that she hadn't shed any more tears, Meng Jingshu said, "I'll stay here tonight, and I'll accompany you to buy a mobile phone tomorrow, and then send you back home, is that okay?"
Jiang Ying vented a bit, calmed down quite a bit, and said in a nasal voice, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Meng Jingshu snorted and said, "I'm not used to hearing this."
Jiang Ying came out of the shower, and Meng Jingshu made her a glass of milk.
"Drink some, soothe your nerves."
"¡¡oh."
Before he finished drinking the milk, he brought the tablet and computer again, like a kindergarten teacher comforting a child with toys, "Play for a while if you are bored, the password is xrst11."
Jiang Ying really couldn't lose his temper with him anymore, and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Meng Jingshu smiled meaninglessly, and said: "They asked in the group if you have arrived, how do you reply?"
Jiang Ying just remembered that there was still this matter, and Huang Yanfei might be worried if she couldn't contact her.
She said: "You just said that I lost my mobile phone and sent me home."
Meng Jingshu gave her the phone: "You answer it yourself."
Jiang Ying: ""
Are you that lazy?
She held the phone and typed slowly: The person has been delivered. She lost her cell phone, so she might not be able to reply.
He watched from the side and questioned: "I speak so rigidly?"
Jiang Ying: "In the group, isn't it?"
Meng Jingshu was noncommittal.
After she finished drinking the milk, he put the cup away in the sink and went back to his room.
Jiang Ying finished a boring funny movie at 1.5 times speed, and it was almost twelve o'clock, so she planned to go to the bathroom to wash her face, and then came back to sleep.
Apparently young people nowadays don't like to go to bed early. When she went out, she saw Meng Jingshu smoking a cigarette in the living room, with no lights on, only a little red light from her fingertips, and a dim silhouette.
Smoking is not refreshing?Unspeakable words. When Jiang Ying heard this, her eyes could not be fixed.
Naturally, Meng Jingshu also thought of it, and after a pause, he said in a low voice: "Anyway, be careful."
Jiang Ying's ears were slightly red: "I know."
The balcony door was open, and the cold wind penetrated silently. The cold dew did not show her feet, Jiang Ying's bare legs shrank, and she quietly curled up and hid under the pillow.
Silence magnifies all details.
Meng Jingshu looked at her feet, the red nail polish made her skin extraordinarily white.
He asked: "Cold?"
Jiang Ying: "A little bit."
He said, "Go back to your room."
The master bedroom is at the end of the corridor, and the two walked to the door of the guest room together.
Jiang Ying leaned against the door and said softly to him: "Then late¡ª¡ª"
Before the word "An" could be uttered, he was suddenly interrupted.
He asked: "Should I get you a thicker quilt?"
"Huh?" Jiang Ying looked back a little dullly, and now the one is indeed a bit thin, "Okay."
Meng Jingshu followed her into the room, rummaged through the closet, and brought out the thick quilt. The bony and strong hands pinched the two ends of the quilt and flung them away. The soft silk quilt vibrated in the air, then slowly landed and spread flat on the bed.
Jiang Ying sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed a corner in his hand, smiled and said to him: "It's very warm."
Meng Jingshu was looking down at her. His clothes were too loose on her body, making her look small, and her hair was draped softly on her shoulders, making her look very soft. Clean face, clean eyes, love to talk, love to laugh, same as before.
Jiang Ying looked up at him slightly, and the two of them stopped talking for a while. His eyes were too dark, and Jiang Ying saw himself in them, as if immersed in the deep sea.
She was bewitched, but she was not reconciled.
She asked: "Aren't you going?"
He stared at her with warmth in his eyes: "Is it okay?"
May I?
Why did you ask her?
When he promised to see her off, when he went to the subway station to find her, when he took her home, what was he thinking?
Otherwise, why would she go home with him, chat in the middle of the night, and allow him to enter the room?
Jiang Ying took off her shoes, got under the quilt, and said vaguely: "Then you close the door."
He is really like a magic box, when it is opened, there are absurdities one after another inside.
But who stipulated that life must be serious, and absurdity is a crime?
She believed in her feelings.
It's autumn in Zebian, and the temperature is low at night. Sometimes she didn't close the balcony door tightly, and would wake up from the cold in the middle of the night. Now someone to hug, why not?
This time there is no alcohol to add to the fun, let alone the frenzy of drunkenness. They are sober and reserved, testing each other bit by bit. Meng Jingshu was reminiscing about that night, recalling where was the switch of her enthusiasm. After all, he instinctively wanted to pursue the pleasure of both parties. How can only one side be involved in a two-person game?
Jiang Ying's hands were pressed on both sides, his heavy breathing was heard by his ears, and his chest that was far and near was in front of his eyes. This suppressed posture can easily bring a sense of aggression, especially when the opponent is patient enough, the iron wall can also collapse. She was feeling like she was losing ground.
But she didn't want to lose.
Gritting her teeth and suppressing it, she raised her face and kissed him, kissed his sliding Adam's apple, kissed his sharp jaw line, kissed his slightly rough tattoo, sucking and biting like venting.
They are pleasing each other with their bodies, but they don't want the other person to know that they have been pleasing.
Meng Jingshu felt his throat was extremely dry and thirsty. He pinched the lower half of Jiang Ying's face and pressed his thumb against the corner of her lips to prevent her from making trouble again. Her eyes seemed to be covered with water, and all the warm breath breathed into his hands, and there was a faint milky smell in the moistness.
A hoarse moan escaped from his throat.
The next moment, they kissed fiercely. Jiang Ying couldn't bear it and hugged him tightly.
Meng Jingshu suddenly carried her away from the bed, and they sat up. The silk was piled aside, useless.
Jiang Ying's whole body was tense and trembling, and his forehead was pressed tightly on his shoulder.
"Like this?" he asked.
Jiang Ying didn't make a sound, but grabbed his fingers harder.
"Don't bear it," Meng Jingshu kissed her again, "Speak out, it sounds nice."
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