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Chapter Twenty Two

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    ? The delicious food can¡¯t be disappointing, no matter how complicated and gloomy the mood is, after eating paella and strawberry whipped cream cake, the dark clouds can be blown away by the gentle wind.

    Jiang Ying is basically a listener. Hu Ruochen felt full after eating and drinking, and talked a lot.  Jiang Ying put her face on her face, ate the cake in small bites, answered her a few words from time to time, and then added water to her glass.

    When she says she is comfortable, pay the bill and leave.

    It was still early, and Jiang Ying was thinking about whether he should go shopping again. It happened that Meng Jingshu sent a message, saying that he would not come tonight due to business.

    Jiang Ying couldn't help snorting.

    If you don't come, you won't come, why do you need to say it specifically, as if someone is waiting for him.

    They passed by the cinema, and Jiang Ying asked, "Hey, do you want to watch a movie?"

    It was the time when the theater was bustling. In the hall where people were coming and going, there were several large posters at the entrance of the theater. The one in the middle was the movie that was just released yesterday, a sincere work of a popular actress.

    Hu Ruochen said: "Okay," she pointed to the poster, "But I don't like this star."

    Jiang Ying said: "I don't like her either, let's not watch this, go and watch something else, please."

    Women, once there is someone or something they hate in common, they can quickly find a common language, and then develop appreciation for each other.  After a movie, the grievances in Jiang Ying's heart had been completely wiped away.

    When lying in bed, thinking about the interpersonal changes in the past few months, Jiang Ying felt very magical.

    On weekends, Jiang Ying stayed at home with peace of mind. She ate a lot the night before, so she stayed in bed until noon before getting up to get food.  After the meal, she cleaned the small apartment. The autumn was getting deeper, the air was getting colder, and even the balcony looked bare.

    On a cloudy afternoon, Jiang Ying went downstairs to buy a cup of coffee. After returning home, she didn't bother to change back into home clothes, and didn't sit down. Instead, she bent down casually, half-lying on the table to prop herself up, and read a book while listening to music on her phone.

    The song list is a random selection of English songs, and at the moment it is a soft male voice humming. Jiang Ying thought the voice was nice, so she listened for a while.

    "I'll kiss your back, just breathe

    i don't wanna wait another day

    i wanna drive you crazy

    When you feel my hand, just breathe

    On the s|mall of your back, come with me"

    She was scratched by the ambiguous lyrics, and remembering what happened here a few days ago, she couldn't get on the ground anymore, so she quickly changed into home clothes and nestled comfortably in a chair.

    Not long after, the music on the phone suddenly stopped, and then buzzed and vibrated.

    Someone is calling.

    Jiang Ying glanced at it.

    ""

    Why is it him again.

    I really don't want to pick it up.

    "Hello." Even if he answered, it was in an indifferent tone.

    "At home?" His voice was always lower than usual on the phone.

    "ah."

    Ever since Meng Jingshu scrapped one of her skirts, she deliberately left him cold, pretending to be indifferent to answers, but he didn't think he was disobedient, he didn't mind at all, and he was more diligent in contacting him.

    "Come here tonight? Go and pick you up."

    Jiang Ying snapped her nails: "No, I'm not free."

    Meng Jingshu paused slightly and asked, "Are you on a date?"

    Jiang Ying smiled: "Well I'm going to pick up a new member home."

    "Um?"

    Jiang Ying could even imagine how he would frown slightly through this question. His thick black eyebrows would be as sharp as a sword, and his eyes were displeased and very serious.

    She said: "Hee hee."

    Jiang Ying was picking out dinner ingredients from the refrigerator when the unhurried "Tuk Tuk" sounded.  She looked suspiciously at the cat's eyes, and there was a deformed handsome face inside.

    She opened the door, and she was half-closed to the door frame, quite reluctantly: "Why are you here, didn't I say I'm not free."

    Meng Jingshu came in with the things in his hand: "You said you were at home."

    Jiang Ying muttered: "An unexpected guest."

    Meng Jingshu chuckled and didn't care about anything with her. He's been very talkative recently.

    He lowered his head to change his shoes, and dragged the pair of dark blue hard-soled slippers on the ground to wear them.  This pair of shoes was bought by Jiang Ying for two yuan when she was shopping online. It was used to pretend that there was a man in the house at the door. The material was no different from ordinary plastic.

    Jiang Ying tiptoed the big blue shoes away and said, "I don't wear these anymore, I bought new ones."

    Sure enough, Meng Jingshu found a brand new pair of gray shoes in the shoe cabinet.bsp; Too tight.

    It is quite intuitive to feel the slenderness and hardness of the man's bones.  Milky white gloves, almost strangled to translucent.

    Every finger is so indescribable.

    Jiang Ying laughed straight: "It's really erotic|erotic"

    Meng Jingshu glanced at her, and said coolly: "I don't think it's enough to settle the score last time."

    Jiang Ying quickly turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and changed the subject: "Wellwhich one should I like? How about this one? Isn't it beautiful?"

    Meng Jingshu snorted coldly, not caring about her for the time being.

    The rhizomes of the small plants are almost all grown together. Meng Jingshu took some effort to dismantle two of them from the large army, dug some soil, and put them together into the plastic coffee that Jiang Ying had washed and poked water holes.  in the cup.  The two basically restored the scene of the crime before slipping home.

    Because Jiang Ying kept looking left and right, like a thief, which made the whole process a little nervous.  When they arrived at the door, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

    Jiang Ying said softly: "Welcome new members~"

    An event that was quite speechless at first, was made quite ritualistic by her, and Meng Jingshu unconsciously followed suit to look forward to it.

    Jiang Ying put the mint on the balcony, found a flat and wide plastic shell to cover the outside of the cup, and then poured some water on the two thin green leaves.

    The mint doesn't grow vertically at all, but now it suddenly left the bushes, without support, crooked, and looked very bleak.

    Jiang Ying was inevitably worried: "Can they really survive? Will they die in two days?"

    Meng Jingshu thought for a while and said, "Probably not. I see a lot of weeds around them. I guess no one takes care of them at ordinary times. They can still grow so luxuriantly, and their vitality must be very strong."

    "Really? But just now we seem to have torn off a section of its rhizome. And I read on the Internet that mint will wither when it is very cold in winter. You must protect the roots so that they will grow again in spring. Now go ahead  It's winter, can they really survive the severe winter when they leave their hometown?"

    "" Meng Jingshu didn't know much about it either. He looked it up online and said, "The temperature will return for a period of time. Pay attention to keeping the soil moist in the past few days, and it should be fine."

    Jiang Ying squatted, and gently pressed the soil with her fingers, so that the soil could give more support to the roots.

    She murmured: "Since I brought you home, I will take good care of you." She hoped to add a little strength to this poor plant through metaphysics.  a piggy."

    Meng Jingshu also squatted down next to her, quite disapproving: "Where did the superstition come from? I dug it up with my own hands, it must be noble."

    Jiang Ying: "I don't care, I'll call him Piggy."

    Meng Jingshu raised his eyebrows: "I don't have a share?"

    Tsk, very fierce.

    Jiang Ying curled her lips: "That's it, one tree per person, mine on the left, yours on the right." Her voice became cadenced and full of emotion, "Please, you, give, it, take, one, one, high, expensive  ,name."

    He thought for a while, and spit out two words: "Panda."

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