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Chapter Thirty-Nine

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    A car slowly pulled over to the side of the road. A girl in a short lambswool jacket and a long skirt opened the car door. She said goodbye to the person in the driver's seat politely and got out of the car.

    "Here!" Huang Yanfei just finished today's interview task, wearing a decent coat.  She stood under the eaves of the street and waved to her friends.

    Jiang Ying trotted over in the drizzle: "How did you find such a remote place?"

    "Public comment."

    Both of them went out to work today. After the task was completed, they talked to each other and found that they were not far away, so they made an appointment to have afternoon tea together.

    "Hey, who is it?" Huang Yanfei bumped Jiang Ying with her shoulder, "Such a low-key brand, isn't it classmate Meng's car? You have to say goodbye after getting off the car, isn't it the car you booked, huh?"

    "New friends." Jiang Ying said casually as he pushed open the delicate door of the small dessert shop.

    "oh?"

    Jiang Ying was the first to tell the truth, and after finding a seat to sit down, he explained a few words slowly.

    Unexpectedly, Huang Yanfei reacted violently after hearing this.

    "You are going to die, Jiang Ying, you are playing with Meng Jingshu!"

    "" Jiang Ying retorted, "He kindly gave me some grass and dropped me off on the way. It's a normal social interaction, and I have a clear conscience. It's just a joke."

    "Oh, so frank, do you dare to tell him to see if he will be angry? He has only been away for two or three days, and you have met a man you just met a few times, um, and you even got a gift.  "

    "Why should I let him know, he didn't tell me what he did when he went back to Nanqing."

    "Oh, what a pity, you will be the first grader and I will be the fifteenth grader?"

    Jiang Ying folded her arms and stared at her: "Huang Yanfei, whose friend are you?"

    Huang Yanfei spread his hands: "Let's discuss the matter."

    She smiled and went to fork the dessert brought by the waiter, a red wine blueberry mousse called the Duke of Burgundy, covered with jelly and macarons, and brought a small piece to Jiang Ying's mouth, "Don't be angry, baby,  ah¡ª¡ª"

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    It's really fucking friends, even the way of showing affection is the same.

    Jiang Ying swallowed it in one gulp, and was also discouraged, explaining: "I'm not angry with him, I just think that we just get together, it's not that we tied each other to death, we never promised anything, after all  It¡¯s still free. Why can¡¯t you give yourself more opportunities? Do you have to walk away when you meet a person of the opposite sex who wants to say a few more words to me?¡±

    Yesterday I said that I would give hay, but I contacted you early this morning.  No one is stupid, just thinking, why not give it a try.

    Huang Yanfei poured Jiang Ying a cup of black tea, and said slowly, "Meng Jingshu thinks so too? I don't think so. Besides, are you really willing to let him go? Are you willing to part with him?"

    Jiang Ying was very calm: "When things come to an end, we should stop when we stop."

    "But don't you get along pretty well? In fact, you know the basics, so it's not necessarily a bad thing to be together. Of course, I'm not telling you to give up on Young Master Meng, but you have to think clearly and don't be impulsive.  Play yourself in."

    "I know."

    "It's one thing to know, but another thing to be able to do it. Anyway, you have been completely irrational since you came across Meng Jingshu." Huang Yanfei was a bystander, and said vividly, "It's like a different person.  He is very emotional and stubborn. Let him lower his head for you."

    "Is that an exaggeration?" Jiang Ying said dryly.

    "Why not? We got into fights and lost all the places in the graduate school. Also, our class has such a good relationship, and we meet every year during the holidays. You just didn't go to the class for two years just to avoid Meng Jingshu. You guys  Everyone knows about tearing faces, but the young master Meng from last time gave you a thumbs up, and they don't know what to expect in the small group."

    "" Jiang Ying was speechless.

    "Let me ask you, do you still hate him?"

    "I don't hate him" she murmured, "I never slept with him from the beginning."

    If it is just an old classmate who has long been alienated, there is no need to leave such a deep impression on him.  If it was only Bai Yueguang who had been in her heart for many years, she would definitely not have chosen such a bad start.

    "Tsk, you are really interesting. Then let me ask you again, do you like that little professor from Ze University?"

    "I can't say I like it."

    "Okay, let's come to the conclusion that Meng Jing's book is your favorite and only favorite at present."

    Jiang Ying shuddered, eyes glowing green: "Yes, that's why I'm messing with him."

    Perhaps his existence covered too much of her time and emotions, so she paid special attention to it.  far away?? wear clothes.

    Just as she was putting on her coat and was about to put on her trousers, the lock squeaked and the door opened.

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    So fast!

    She used too much force, her feet got knotted, and she fell back onto the quilt directly past the waist of her trousers.

    People have already entered the door.

    Jiang Ying flopped and crawled to the end of the bed, only to see the familiar figure who was locking the door, with the scarf around his neck tightly wrapped.

    "It's you!" She breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the quilt, "Didn't you say you'll be back tomorrow? You scared me to death!"

    Seeing her disheveled and flustered look, Meng Jingshu immediately understood what was going on, deliberately staring at her jade-like legs, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, so enthusiastic?"

    Jiang Ying relaxed, and didn't bother to argue with him, so he got back under the covers and lay down after seeing him.

    There was the sound of washing in the bathroom, but within two or three minutes, the person had already undressed and went to bed.  A corner of the quilt was lifted, Meng Jingshu lay down and hugged her from behind.

    Jiang Ying struggled a few times, and he hugged him tighter.

    "you don't take a bath."

    "Done," he said, "I went home."

    Originally, the two of them were lying on their sides with spoons stacked on top of each other, but Jiang Ying turned over and lay on his back at this time, and he really smelled the faint fragrance of shower gel on his body.

    She habitually put her calf on his bent leg, and her voice was drowsy and sticky: "What are you doing here after you get home? It's so late."

    Meng Jingshu had originally booked the plane for tonight, but because it was relatively late and he had something to do at the company tomorrow morning, he wanted to come to see her after work tomorrow.  But after going home for a while, I felt strange, empty, and not used to it.  I took a bath and wanted to rest early, but I didn't feel sleepy at all in bed.  After all, I couldn't hold back, and came over without saying hello at night.

    "You're comfortable." That's all he said, pressing the bridge of his nose against her cheek, wanting to kiss her.

    Jiang Ying dodged: "I'm so sleepy."

    She has to run outside for the past few days. She is so tired that she is really afraid that he will make trouble.

    "If you don't do it, just kiss for a while." His lips rubbed against the corners of her temples, cheeks and mouth, as intimate as a small animal.

    "Do you have something to tell me?" Jiang Ying asked suddenly.

    He paused, his breath wrapping around her ears.

    He said, "The key you gave me doesn't work very well."

    Jiang Ying has two keys to this house, one for herself, and the other for Huang Yanfei just in case.  After a quarrel on Meng Jingshu's birthday last time, he pestered him to get the key. Jiang Ying had no choice but to give him one.  The new key is definitely not as easy to use as the original one. He stuttered when opening the door, which made her think that someone had broken the door.

    ""

    "Is there anything else." Jiang Ying asked again.

    It took him a while this time before he whispered, "I miss you."

    ""

    Except when doing it, he rarely talks about love.  Now suddenly, with a lazy bass in his ear, the shocking effect doubled, and Jiang Ying instantly went numb.

    "Don't mess with you, I'm asleep."

    Jiang Ying pretended to be disgusted, turned over and closed his eyes, leaving him alone.

    Meng Jingshu was silent.

    But when Jiang Ying lost her consciousness and was about to fall asleep, the arms around her waist were pulled back hard, pulling her back from the edge of dreamland.

    If it happened three times, Jiang Ying got a little angry and hit him on the arm, trying to tear him away.

    He didn't move, and hugged her even tighter while beating, his face was buried in her long hair, and he took a deep breath, trying to absorb energy from her body temperature and smell.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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