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The amazing thing about life is that nothing stays the same. No matter how sweet and sticky two people are, there will always be bumps and bumps.
"Meng Jingshu." Jiang Ying folded his hands and looked down at the man who was sipping coffee between work.
"Did you exceed the maximum water level when you boiled the water, the water boiled out again, and the coffee powder was spilled, making the stove all over the place."
She went out to have morning tea with Huang Yanfei and watched a movie. As soon as she came back, she opened the door and saw a few stains on the counter, which completely hit her obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Really." He focused on the computer screen, and the keyboard was struck with a crisp sound.
Jiang Ying gritted her teeth and emphasized: "This is already the third time this week."
"Hmm I'll pay attention next time." He was completely immersed in the code.
It's useless to say it.
Jiang Ying let out a sigh of relief, and simply moved the yoga mat and computer to the balcony for exercise.
Meng Jingshu didn't really notice his girlfriend's depression until he ate grass for dinner and didn't even have an egg.
He finished eating quickly, and consciously took on the task of washing the dishes, Jiang Ying didn't give him a good look.
More than an hour later, Meng Jingshu finished his weekend overtime task. But what comes with it is the hunger pangs that follow after the energy is expended.
He subconsciously went to see Jiang Ying. She had just taken a shower and was applying skin care products.
He called her, "Jiang Ying."
No one looked at him, very indifferent, "Say."
"" He originally wanted to ask her if she wanted to order takeaway, but now he couldn't.
But after all, hunger defeated oppression, he thought for a while, and said, "Is there any steak in the refrigerator?"
"Yes." She cherishes words like gold.
He asked: "Do you want to eat?"
"No."
"Then I'll fry a piece."
Jiang Ying went to bed to read and ignored him.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Ying took a peek at the kitchen. Someone was turning his face, and that gesture was as steady as a rock. She endured it and said nothing.
Another ten minutes later, Young Master Meng took a bite of the savory steak, then subconsciously glanced at the bed, and found that his girlfriend was reading a book without distraction, he was instantly relieved, and turned his back to her to release his expression.
too old.
Doesn't it usually take her about the same amount of time to stir-fry a meat dish? Why are the results so different?
And Jiang Ying had already caught his movement from the corner of his eye, and at this moment, he couldn't help laughing while he carried it on his back.
I'm still technical, and I don't know how to check the time online.
So one was a little embarrassed, the other pretended to be indifferent, and the stalemate lasted until bedtime.
After being together, Young Master Meng was so spoiled that he had to sleep in his arms, at least one arm and one leg should grow on Jiang Ying's body, no matter how the octopus came, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.
So when Jiang Ying escaped from the clutches of the devil for the second time, Young Master Meng quit, his caution disappeared, and his arrogance returned.
He suddenly sat up, turned sideways to turn on the desk lamp on Jiang Ying's side.
Jiang Ying was dazzled by the light, and turned around to glare without showing any weakness.
"How?"
He went straight to the point: "Why don't you let me hug you?"
"What do you think?"
"Just because I made the kitchen a little dirty, have you been angry for so long?"
Jiang Ying also sat up: "It's not a question of whether it will be dirty or not."
"What's the problem?"
She threw out the classic sentence - "It's your attitude!"
"I've told you many times, it's a very simple thing to check the water level when filling the water, but you don't remember it. You don't take my word for it, but you don't think there is a problem. It's the biggest problem!"
Women argue logically.
But Meng Jingshu also stood firm, and became more articulate in the tempering of life,
"Everyone will make some small mistakes, just like mistakes can never be eliminated. And I said that I will pay attention next time. You can lose your temper, but you can't refuse to be hugged. Not being allowed to be hugged while sleeping is the same as not being allowed to eat. Give chopsticks, Lawyer Jiang, what is your name? The sentence is too heavy!"
Jiang Ying's scalp was numb from this aggressive series of words. Fuck his logic, she jumped on him, madly licking that plausible handsome face.
"Meng Jingshu, you've learned a lot, and now you've learned how to argue!"
He was grinning until he was rubbed, but suddenly he laughed, and hugged her waist proudly: "You still can't help but want to hug me."
 Consider others.
As Wei Zhanfeng expected, love games can easily conquer the hearts of girls who are eager to move. Jiang Ying is a fan of tower pushing games, originally she downloaded it purely for the sake of her boyfriend, but after a day she was completely obsessed.
That's all. But at this time in mid-March, her favorite tower pushing game started the spring competition. After finishing her work every day, she has no intention of going on a date at all. She just wants to go home quickly, turn on the projector to watch the game, and clenched her fists and shouted, "Come on brother!"
Wait until the game break and then lower your head to brush "The Star Turns For You".
All the time and attention are arranged to the fullest, and the real boyfriend has completely become an ornament on the sidelines.
So Meng Jingshu said the most at home during this period of time became¡ª¡ª
"The game is fun and I am fun? The game is good and I am good?"
Jiang Ying often kissed him perfunctorily, said "Hello, you are the best", and then stared at the projection screen intently.
Therefore, Young Master Meng can only wake up earlier every day and work harder to complete the "transmission" work of the day.
Soon, Zhu Feng held a celebration banquet, Jiang Ying went with Meng Jingshu, and Wei Zhanfeng naturally brought Ke Nian, not to be outdone. The two of them had a little sympathy for each other because of Fu Xuan's matter earlier, but now that they met, they hit it off right away, and they had a very happy conversation.
Colleagues who are usually honest and honest, seeing the boss proudly presenting with his wife, became bolder and tried to persuade them to drink wildly. With such a festive atmosphere, Meng Jingshu couldn't shirk it, and originally wanted Jiang Ying to cover him up, but in a blink of an eye she and Ke Nian were already sitting in a corner far away, talking about something.
No matter how good the drinking capacity was, he couldn't stand everyone taking turns playing. When he got home, he fell asleep after taking a shower.
It was Friday, and Jiang Ying was busy rushing to the new season, playing games on the bedside until midnight, but unfortunately suffered from kneeling.
When she was angry, she heard the person next to her move, and then called her hoarsely: "Baby"
She responded uncomfortably: "Yes."
Meng Jing paused, then shouted: "Mommy!"
It sounds like I'm about to die of aggrievedness.
Jiang Ying smiled and asked distractedly, "What's wrong?"
He said quietly: "Do you know Harlow's experiment on rhesus monkeys?"
"Hmm~"
"Experiments have proved that the growth of a baby requires three variables: touch, exercise and play. You ignore me every day, don't like to kiss me, and don't play with me. If you isolate me for a long time, it will cause me psychological disability. I will become unhealthy."
Jiang Ying was ashamed by his half-drunk words, and couldn't help laughing. She took the time to rub his head, and he half-closed his eyes and leaned close to her leg. Jiang Ying felt numb and couldn't concentrate.
Miraculously, a few minutes later she inexplicably turned the tables. As the opponent's crystal exploded, she threw away the phone and leaned on him to smooth his hair.
She lay on top of him, ruthless, and said: "I will delete Wei Zhanfeng's game tomorrow, and we will go out to play on weekends."
On balance, tower pushing games are still more important than plot games.
Meng Jingshu lowered his eyes and stared at her for a while, and when he saw Jiang Ying, he thought he was going to sleep again.
Then I heard him say: "There is an additional condition, you can't call those e-sports players brother."
Jiang Ying laughed.
When drunk, the mind is quite bright.
"I promise you, that's fine."
He also laughed, his stern face looked silly, "I'm healthy again."
Jiang Ying turned off the light with a smile, got under the covers and went to exercise. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - 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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