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Chapter Twenty Nine

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    After the meal, due to the violent instructions from her mother¡ªJiang¡¯s mother sent her a dozen or so in-depth articles about "drinking this in autumn and winter, they are seventy years old"¡ªJiang Ying had to go to the supermarket to buy a health-preserving medicine.  pot.

    As usual, she was stopped by the beverage store in front of the supermarket.  Milk tea and supermarkets are a perfect match, one drop into the soul, turning into a poet.

    With so many times, Jiang Ying no longer bothered to brag about happy water to Meng Jingshu. She hummed the theme song of the popular TV series along with the supermarket radio, like a happy elementary school student on a spring outing.

    Meng Jingshu looked amused, and stretched out his empty hand to hold her.

    The dangling hand suddenly fell into the warm and dry palm and was gently wrapped.

    Jiang Ying was startled, withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and shrank behind him.

    Meng Jingshu paused, then turned her head to look at her.

    Jiang Ying turned his eyes away, not wanting to meet his gaze.

    The atmosphere was suddenly a little inexplicably depressed.

    A phone call ended the silence at the moment.

    ?Mother Jiang immediately called for guidance when she learned that her daughter was buying health pots in the supermarket.  Jiang Ying reluctantly took a big sip, then stuffed the milk tea for Meng Jingshu, and went to the home appliance section to find the brand mentioned by her mother.

    Meng Jingshu had nothing to do, so he paced behind her, watching her touch the pots of different styles arranged in several rows one by one, and chatting with her mother about the function, capacity and price.

    He followed her fingers and glanced around, and had already selected the one he liked in his heart.  But he was not qualified to propose, so he could only wait aside, holding her half-drinked milk tea in his hand.

    Jiang Ying introduced a round to her mother, and listened absently to her comments on the pros and cons, and then she was attracted by the milk pot and electric hot pot on the shelf next to her.

    Meng Jingshu: ""

    He seldom goes to the supermarket with people, and he only buys what he needs when necessary. Basically, it only takes a few minutes from shopping to paying and leaving, and it will not take extra time.

    The last time I pick and choose slowly like this probably dates back to my childhood, when I was with my grandparents.

    Are all women like this?  The same goes for grandma, who clearly had a shopping list before she came here, but when she entered the supermarket, she couldn't wait to touch all the products on the shelves, feel here and there, and want to buy this and that.  But when the grandfather nodded and said to buy it, she criticized him in turn, saying that the grandfather wasted money.

    Grandpa had no choice but to take him, who was already impatient, to the children's area to read. After a while, he asked him to stay well and not run around, and went to find his grandma to accompany him.

    Why do you still want to go if you are disgusted even though you are tired and boring?

    At that time, Meng Jingshu didn't understand at all.

    But now I seem to understand.

    Just being by her side, not even talking, not doing anything, all the time spent without feeling wasted.

    Meng Jingshu was rarely distracted, he unconsciously changed his hand to hold the milk tea, the light yellow straw shook in front of his eyes, and the tooth marks bitten on the top also walked across his heart.

    He suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip expressionlessly.

    Not too sweet, not too bad.

    He always likes the taste she picks.

    When Jiang Ying and Jiang's mother finally came to a conclusion, their conversation ended, Jiang Ying put the things in the shopping cart, without even looking at it, she touched Meng Jingshu's hand to get milk tea.

    Then she felt light in her hands.

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    She only drank a few sips, why is there so little left?

    Meng Jingshu met her questioning eyes, and said calmly: "It's delicious, can I buy you another drink?"

    ""

    Jiang Ying is not obsessed to this extent yet, but

    "Didn't you say that this is water for disappearing abdominal muscles?"

    Meng Jingshu looked at her with a smile: "It will be consumed, don't worry, it won't disappear so easily."

    Jiang Ying remained silent, choking on his suddenly lowered voice, not to mention the feather-like smile, quite bluntly indicating what kind of "consumption" he was talking about.

    In broad daylight, with a high sense of morality, easily ashamed.

    Jiang Ying didn't confront him, his eyes wandered, and he took some snacks and threw them into the shopping cart.

    It was rare to find an emotion similar to shyness on her face. Meng Jingshu looked at it for a while, but couldn't suppress the feeling of wanting to be close, so he reached out to find her, and just touched her.

    But she seemed to be prepared, and quickly put her hands in her pockets.

    He was puzzled, and his brows were slightly tightened, vaguely displeased.

    Jiang Ying grinned and whispered to him: "That family planning supplies,??Jiang welcomes you to report here.

    Sometimes Jiang Ying was quite speechless, and sincerely told him not to come because he was busy.  The man pretended not to hear, shut his mouth domineeringly, and took off her pants without any explanation.

    Just like it is now, Jiang Ying was carried to the table, and Meng Jingshu stood in front of her like a steel bar, holding her head, and gnawed wildly.

    I thought of this at noon, and waited for a long time before I kissed him.

    The intimate lingering made the two of them breathless, their lips and tongues entangled with warm breath, the skin on their faces was a little moist, especially their lips.

    He drank some wine in the evening, and after taking a shower, he could hardly smell the cool mint smell when he got close to it.  But when the tongue was brought into his mouth, that was not the case.  The smell of alcohol is filtered by the human body, and the smell of brewing is gone, leaving only the pure alcohol smell, which makes you feel slightly drunk and numb when you touch it.

    Jiang Ying was a little dizzy from being kissed. He suspended his attack and stepped back. Her eyes were still slightly closed.  Meng Jingshu kissed her eyelids, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.

    She may not know it herself, but she looks like this every time she kisses, her face is blushing and her eyes are closed, and they are still closed after the kiss, as if she is too shy to look at him.  Only when he kissed her eyelids did she slowly open them as if she had received a signal.

    Her eyelashes are long, but not thick, just like her whole body, clean.  Probably because of the big and bright black eyeballs, she always looks childish without makeup.

    In the past, Meng Jingshu didn't think about her in this way, and there was a little bit of this reason.  She looks too young and good-looking. They are not the same kind of people and shouldn't mess around with her.

    The world is unpredictable.

    Did he miss it, or did she change?  How could she be so attractive to him when she was doing nothing, not dressing up, wearing silly plush pajamas?

    Meng Jingshu grabbed the little hand he didn't hold during the day and kneaded it, then lowered his head to touch her red and swollen lips, and murmured in a low voice: "Jiang Yinghas she become more beautiful?"

    She laughed, rubbing her feet back and forth on the side of his strong thigh as if tickling.

    He was distracted, and took her lips again.

    He kissed tenderly, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a vague voice, "Hold me."

    Jiang Ying snorted muffledly, and deliberately withdrew her hand.  Just don't hug.

    The kiss deepened, and her tongue was no longer free.

    She shook her feet in protest, but she was suddenly picked up in the air, only her legs were fixed around her waist by his broad palms, and her back was empty.

    "Hug or not?" he asked.

    The feeling of falling or not was pretty bad, and she confronted him for a while in a physical panic.

    He let go of his hand maliciously, and Jiang Ying fell down in an instant. She screamed and hugged his neck reflexively.  But the toes did not collide with the floor as expected - he was already ready to support her hip.

    Jiang Ying was so angry that he itched his teeth and bit his chin.

    Meng Jingshu smiled, threw the person onto the bed, and then pressed himself onto it.  They kissed together, and the more they kissed, the more heated it was.  He knelt between her legs and buried his head down.  Whatever stimulation she gave him before, he will return it one by one.

    It was foggy at night, and behind them was the dark night sky.  A small soft yellow table lamp is lit in the room, which turns the dark background board into a mirror, and there are ups and downs and tremors in the mirror.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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