The petty dispute was completely forgotten by the man after the night. He knows the taste by eating marrow, like a little chick that has just started meat, with high enthusiasm and frequent courtship. The frequency of kissing was frighteningly high, even as long as he took a shower and kissed, he tried to push Jiang Ying's head down.
In the night chat in the girls' dormitory in high school, they talked about the intimacy between men and women ignorantly and curiously. A girl with rich theoretical knowledge offered a golden sentence: There are only zero times and countless times of kissing and touching the chest.
Jiang Ying now feels that it is the same, and that is the same. Men seem to always have the upper hand when it comes to sex, and pleasure is as necessary as three meals a day.
She now feels every day that she was shooting herself in the foot by impulsively adopting such an extreme truce that night.
That's right, every day.
Meng Jingshu has almost moved into this small apartment. His belongings have gone from only two or three changes of clothes, to now Jiang Ying is going to free up a quarter of the closet for him. On one side of the small sofa, which had been reduced to a shelf, were Jiang Ying's clothes, skirts, and dark men's coats. The other half of the desk was occupied by him, where his computer and a stack of documents were placed. The same is true in the bathroom. There is a corner of the sink that belongs to him with a razor and shaving water.
Traces of the man's life are all over the forty square meters, and the small room has become a bit crowded, but full.
Jiang Ying deliberately disliked him several times, saying that he took away his living space.
At that time, Meng Jingshu was busy with his fingertips on the keyboard, typing out a string of characters, and without raising his head, he said calmly, "Then go to my house, and you will occupy my space instead."
Jiang Ying turned her head with a "hum".
She won't go, it's too troublesome. Girls' daily necessities are quite trivial, and it takes a lot of trouble to move them around. Moreover, his house is not close to the subway station, so it is inconvenient to travel every day, so it is not as comfortable as his small apartment.
On nights when there is no work, she mostly watches serial dramas, without using her brain, laughs when she is happy, and sighs when she is sad. Meng Jingshu would move the chair closer after finishing things aside, watch her absent-mindedly for a while, and then seduce her. Or simply omit the time spent watching.
His seduction is also a science. Kissing or groping if he can't come up, he boils the frog in warm water.
When she got close, she first lightly picked the tail of her slightly curly hair, twisted it around her fingertips, and then sniffed. She had to divert her attention a little to him. Then he would brush his black hair behind her ear, lean in and give her a kiss or two on the corner of her temple. She left with one touch, then grabbed her hand and played with it in the palm of her hand. As if touching a small toy, he kneaded her fingers one by one, and finally rubbed his rough thumb against her smooth palm, kneading slowly and vigorously.
With just one hand, Jiang Ying could feel all the heat from his body being transmitted to her. When he squeezed it, her heart skipped a beat. She didn't even know what was being said on TV. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he refused. The harder he pushes, the more she softens. She was about to turn her head and stare at him, but that happened to fall into a trap, so he pulled her into his arms. It is unknown who pressed the pause button for the last long episode.
They go to work separately every day. If they are free, they will go off work together. They will go home to cook early, and they will settle outside when they are late.
In this small space, they mix oil with honey.
The last warm period before winter, sunny or cloudy, is good weather.
The cup of mint on the balcony dug from the green belt downstairs also fully absorbed the sunlight and water, and really took root. From twisting and falling, to stretching vigorously.
Like an old mother, Jiang Ying thought of ways to add nutrition to them, washed the rice with water, and recorded their growth every day. Both the piglets and the pandas are very competitive. They each have new shoots, and the new leaves are green and shiny. The growth is evenly matched, and it is hard to hide their vitality in late autumn.
She shared the picture of mint in her circle of friends, with the caption: panda&piggy is growing gratifyingly.
Plants are not as likable as pets. Except for a few elders who are interested in asking a few more questions, other peers who are active in the circle of friends just give a thumbs up.
So when Jiang Ying came out of the court, she saw a series of messages in Moments, still in the same formation, and she was stunned.
"Oh? Whose like did I see?" x n
A column was swiped down, and the people who left messages were all classmates in the high school class.
Jiang Ying had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, when I swiped to the bottom, I saw Meng Jingshu's likes.
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big head.
Why did he, a ten-thousand-year diver, suddenly give her a thumbs-up? In the eyes of high school classmates, they are now clearly set up because of love, hatred, old age and death!
Want to scold him, even want him to cancel the like, but there is no good reason. after allBut he also has a share.
She was alone on the street, thinking about messy things, being angry for a while and laughing for a while, gradually experiencing a secret joy, a sneaky thrill.
When the bus was transferred to the subway, Jiang Ying passed by a familiar coffee and dessert shop, a little greedy, so he went in for a walk. After turning around, she found several new products. She hesitated for a while, and finally chose Raspberry Mascarpone Napoleon and Pineapple Coconut Tart.
Jiang Ying liked the environment here, so she simply found a seat and sat down, enjoying the dessert while writing a report on the computer.
She is sitting not far from the ordering counter, and she can see the customers coming and going when she looks up. After a while, she was attracted by a man, not because she was not concentrating at work, but because of that man, whose laughterwas too hearty. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He looked quite young. He should be about the same age as Jiang Ying.
At first, Jiang Ying thought that this person might be interested in the beautiful proprietress, so he took a second look, and then thought, it seems a bit familiar?
She quietly took a photo of him, sent it to Meng Jingshu, and asked, "Is this person your friend?"
He probably was busy, so he replied to her after a while, but instead of answering her question, he said: "Are you downstairs in my company?"
so?
Jiang Ying: "Yes."
Meng Jingshu: "I'm outside."
so? ?
This man is really thick-skinned.
Jiang Ying: "Just passing by, not here to look for you."
She could imagine that Meng Jingshu must have smiled.
He added: "I have something to do tonight, you can eat by yourself."
Jiang Ying: "Oh."
As if he just remembered, he said: "By the way, the one in the photo is now a partner of the company. He used to be a classmate in my class at university. His name is Wei Zhanfeng. Do you remember?"
Jiang Ying: "I have a little impression."
Meng Jingshu: "Yes. Let's have a meal together next time."
Jiang Ying was stunned for a moment when he saw this sentence, and he felt a little churn in his heart, so he didn't reply. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com