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When Jiang Ying returned home, he saw that the lamp was on, but he didn't know where he had gone.
She sent a message to Meng Jingshu, but no one responded.
After a while, there was a rattling sound of unlocking the door, and the new key was still unruly.
Jiang Ying gnawed on a ginseng fruit, and walked lightly to the back of the door.
When he pushed the door in and was about to close it,
"Hey!" She popped her head from the side and came out to attack.
Meng Jingshu glanced at her calmly, obviously not frightened: "Yes."
Um?
What does it mean?
Jiang Ying asked, "Where have you been?"
He lowered his head to change his shoes: "I didn't go anywhere, I just came back."
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"When I came back, the light was on." Jiang Ying said unhurriedly, chewing on the fruit.
Meng Jing book a meal.
He changed his rhetoric: "I went downstairs to buy cigarettes."
It is a little smokey. There was a supermarket on the second floor, and sometimes he ran out of cigarettes, so he would go there to restock and smoke a few in the side yard, not only satisfying the addiction, but also avoiding smoking her.
"Oh. No wonder I didn't see you." The clues were matched successfully, there was no abnormality, and everything was ok.
Jiang Ying stuffed half of the ginseng fruit into his mouth, and washed his hands with puffy cheeks.
Meng Jingshu stood behind her, his voice was suppressed by the sinking emotion, and he seemed to ask unintentionally: "Did you come back by subway?"
"No." Jiang Ying shook the water, turned to talk to him, "The director sent me back. It was the very annoying director I told you about last time. Wow, I am really convinced Fortunately, there is a Colleagues with me"
"He harassed you?" He frowned.
"No, no" Jiang Ying tape, in fact, this kind of thing is not uncommon in the workplace, to varying degrees. If you don't step on the bottom line, no one wants to tear your face and delay your future.
Jiang Ying was afraid that Meng Jingshu had been used to smooth sailing since he was a child, and he had matured a lot, but he was still arrogant and arrogant in his bones, so it was inevitable to be extreme when encountering such things.
She pretended to be relaxed: "He's just too familiar, a little annoying, and he's not out of his mind. How could he harass the lawyers in his own law firm?"
"That's not what you said when you talked about your front desk last time."
Jiang Ying was at a loss for words, and suddenly became playful, so she simply flicked water on his face with both hands, and the thin drops of water flew straight into his eyes, and then laughed as she watched him avoid him. He was angry and funny, he tilted his head back a little, and squinted his eyes to grab her troublesome hand.
He locked her between himself and the counter: "Speak well."
"It's really all right," she looked up at him, "If it's true to that extent, I can't bear it."
"Don't hit him." Jiang Ying added in a low voice.
Meng Jingshu really wanted to make her laugh angrily: "Do you really think I'm a street bastard?"
Jiang Ying also smiled: "This impression is a problem left over from history. Who told you to play with bastards every day in high school."
He snorted and stopped fussing with her.
"I just want to say, don't worry about it, change the place, don't put up with him."
Jiang Ying said: "It's not that serious, and I don't often work with him. Our conditions are pretty good. Compared with the troubles he caused, it's not worth mentioning. And ah, how can there be a perfect job? Stop working if something doesn't suit you?"
"Well," he nodded, "don't do it if you don't like it, don't let others bully you."
"You take care of me?"
He smiled: "It's not a nurturing, it's a nurturing."
The topic is gradually going astray, and the confinement and closeness at this moment create momentum for restlessness. Jiang Ying pursed her lips and smiled, suddenly she couldn't bear his burning gaze and wanted to avoid it.
Meng Jingshu didn't let her hide, he lowered his head to chase after her, and pecked her red lips a few times.
His breath lingered around her lips and the tip of her nose: "Do you know what nurturing means, and you will talk nonsense."
This Jiang Ying refused to accept.
She suppressed a smile and glared at him: "Why don't you know? You still think I'm a good girl who studies stupidly?"
"Well."
He tightened his arms around her waist and asked her for a deep kiss.
Jiang Ying hates greasy dirt, and must clean up the kitchen after every use. The countertop is dry and clean, fulfilling the intimacy at this moment.
She was so soft from the kiss, and his body temperature gradually passed through her body.
Meng Jingshu held her face in one hand, stroked, rubbed, and kissed her.
They looked at each other in the shadow he covered, when they kissed, he was a blurred world; when they parted,She saw herself occupying his eyes.
"Jiang Ying" He murmured in a hoarse voice, "Why do the eyes grow? They are so beautiful."
She hugged him and smiled.
He said: "It seems to be able to suck people in."
Her body is too hot, her heart is hot, and her brain is hot too. She is enthusiastic and presumptuous.
She kissed his Adam's apple, kissed his knife-like contours, went to his ear, and whispered softly in a low breath: "It's not just the eyes that can suck"
It just got out of control.
That night, Jiang Ying paid a high price for playing hooliganism.
Sweat or something else stained the kitchen, tables and chairs.
They use and discard, and end up on the carpet.
Jiang Ying was so weak that she whimpered and struggled to push him away. Instead, he clasped her arms into his arms, and he coaxed her,
"kiss Me."
Jiang Ying turned her head.
Meng Jingshu hugged her and kissed her over and over again, the two of them were entangled like honey, "Little hooligan, be good"
During the cleaning process, Jiang Ying was already unconscious, and when she finally returned to the bed, she fell asleep almost instantly.
"Good night." Saying good night before going to bed is already a routine for them.
Jiang Ying was so tired, how could he respond to him.
But Meng Jing's book was still full of meaning, as if it was difficult to sleep peacefully without hearing this sound.
"Jiang Ying, say good night."
She frowned.
However, Meng Jingshu accidentally thought of the way she was downstairs tonight, talking and laughing at Yan Yan.
He pinched her cheek lightly,
"hurry up."
She finally had a reaction and let out a "woo".
"Say good night," he said again.
"Good night¡ª¡ª"
She spoke softly, aggrieved, and evened out the little creases in his heart.
He bent the corner of his mouth and kissed her, and said again in a low voice: "Good night."
"Hmm¡ª" she unconsciously responded.
So he couldn't hold back, and kissed again
The sharp-eyed Xiaoman spotted the ring on Jiang Ying's hand less than five minutes after she entered the office. So such a relationship that started unclearly fell apart.
Xiaoman feigned anger: "Okay, Jiang Ying, you quietly found a boyfriend, and you still want my little boyfriend to help you, and then you let down his little brother, right?"
Jiang Yingzheng pleaded guilty: "I didn't mean to invite everyone to dinner tonight."
"What do you mean by asking yourself, ask your boyfriend to come with you!"
"I don't think it will work recently. He is so busy that he is either working overtime or traveling on business."
"Then after a while, the monk can't run away from the temple if he can run away."
"Okay." She agreed with a smile.
When it was time to go to work, the colleague returned to his desk, only Xiaoman at the next desk was whispering to her.
"Good guy," Xiaoman touched the fine-link diamond ring with glowing eyes, "this one is worth our three months' salary."
She gave Jiang Ying a thumbs up.
"This is fine, you have to hold on to him."
In most cases, it is difficult for colleagues to become close friends. But they have been colleagues for two years, there is no conflict of interest, it is like the pure friendship between classmates when they were studying, they all sincerely hope for each other's well-being.
Jiang Ying Tsundere: "Just because you are rich?"
Xiaoman laughed softly: "I think it's intentional. Generally, big money likes to choose Internet celebrity hot styles, but this series of yours is quite unpopular. Hmm how should I put it, I just feel that he doesn't want to use the same ones as others, probably because he thinks you That¡¯s the very special one.¡±
Jiang Ying was surprised: "Are you an emotional psychoanalyst"
"Hey, practice makes perfect."
Jiang Ying remembered that this morning, when she came out of the bathroom, before she was fully awake, he grabbed her hand and put a ring around her middle finger. She looked down, her eyes flickered.
Then she stammered: "Why, why No, if you want to buy a ring, you can just buy a simple one. Why do you have to bring diamonds?"
"Isn't it good-looking? The shopping guide said that few people buy this model. Don't you think it's very special?"
special.
But it's really special.
Aren't rings with diamonds used for marriage proposals, and a set for the middle finger is really special.
But she was dazed by the flash, and she only knew how to laugh.
And Meng Jingshu simply didn't want to see her wearing the same ring as other men one day. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)om - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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