When she was about to get off work in the afternoon, Jiang Xie sent a WeChat message to Du Luoyue again to ask her if she wanted to go home together, just a simple greeting, no evil thoughts. I didn't receive a reply until I got off work, and I thought that the subway crowding in the morning would eliminate the gap between the two.

With the current situation, it seems unlikely, and Jiang Xian regrets his previous reckless behavior. Regardless of whether you are in a good mood or a bad mood, you should inform her in advance that you have returned.

It's just that Du Luoyue is too important in his heart, he really doesn't want to play with her, he wants to meet her in his best state.

After work at night, he entered the house alone, and he was stunned the moment he opened the door. I don't know what kind of wind this Song Zanghai smoked today, just one day at home, he actually made his home look like this, he once suspected that Song Zanghai was reincarnated by a husky?

The pink world in front of you, with pink ribbons hanging from the ceiling, even the chandelier is covered with some kind of pink wrapper with excellent light transmission, plus a pink and white balloon against the ceiling, it is so dreamy that the heart bursts.

There was a big pink feather swaying in the corner, and Jiang Xian felt that this ghost thing was a good thing to absorb dust.

There is an oversized pink gift box on the coffee table, tied in the shape of a bow, as a tough guy Jiang Xian, may never do this kind of thing in his life, even if he gives his girlfriend a gift, he will not be so soft and cute.

There is a bouquet of big red roses on the sofa, delicate, thinking that this guy is planning to entertain some important person tonight.

"Oh, happy birthday!" Song Zanghai came out of the house charmingly.

Seeing that it was Jiang Xian standing at the door, his flattering smiling face immediately darkened, and he was a little embarrassed, and stopped for a long time, "Why are you?" ”

"Why can't it be me? Jiang Xianlian walked into the living room dryly and sat down.

"Oops, watch out for my flowers. Song Zanghai seemed to be very distressed and ran over to pick up the flowers and put them on the gift box, "Open up, open up, this is not where you should sit." ”

Jiang Xian slowly got up, "Then where should I sit and go back to my room?"

"You should run away from home now, my goddess is coming soon. ”

"This smoky miasma, which girlfriend is coming today?"

"What girlfriend, uncle, am I a single dog?"

"Oh. It's not a girlfriend, why are you spending so much?"

"Because she's so important to me. Song Zanghai said proudly.

"I look at the decoration, I think it's a soft girl. ”

"What a soft girl, it's the goddess Yaoyao. ”

Jiang Xian nodded, "It turned out to be her, no wonder you engaged in such a big battle, but don't blame me for not reminding you." From what I've observed, the girl shouldn't be from the pink series, maybe a cool blue, or a clean white. ”

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier, it's too late now. Song Zanghai's eyes were a little flustered.

"Look at your nervous look, you toss so hard, she will be moved, the girl herself has no resistance to pink dreams. ”

Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years, Song Zanghai looked at Jiang Xian with bright eyes, ", it's hidden and won't leak." ”

"You've played with so many girls, and you still can't figure out this little bit of careful thinking of girls?" Jiang Xian frowned.

"Hey, I haven't slept with a few women either, I'm bragging. Song Zanghai's morale immediately weakened.

Jiang Xian smiled and said nothing, quietly looking at Song Zanghai in the stupid hat, this guy is studying those broken skeletons all day long, and his personal feelings are also extremely wooden.

It is estimated that the few people who can sleep are forced, after all, they have a luxurious Beijing hukou and such a house, and I don't know how many girls are like picking his pants when they come up.

I thought that I could become the mistress of this room in this way, but I didn't know that the guy who seemed to be emotionally wooden was a doctor and had read several psychological books. But he saw through the world, so the girls who came with a purpose failed to succeed.

In fact, Jiang Xian has never experienced a few women, and he doesn't understand it very well, so he can pretend to be forced in front of Song Zanghai. It's just because he was with Du Luoyue when he was in school, Du Luoyue likes to study the relationship between psychology and aesthetics, and occasionally talks to him.

Later, I learned a lot of things from her, including her own good photography skills, which she also taught.

When Jiang Xianzheng Ge You was lying immersed in the past between him and Du Luoyue, Song Zanghai suddenly roared, "Oh, it's almost eight o'clock, my goddess is about to arrive, you hurry up and go to Luo Yue's house opposite to stay for a while, and come back later." ”

Jiang Xian woke up like a dream, looking at Song Zanghai with a confused expression.

"Why are you still stunned, hurry up. Song Zanghai urged again.

"Oh!" Jiang Xian slowly stood up and walked to the door, "Can I not go to her house?" Jiang Xian asked again.

"Whatever you like, go wherever you like, as long as you don't bother me at home. Song Zanghai looked disgusted.

"Okay. Jiang slammed the door and walked out, and saw through the crack in the door that the lights of Du Luoyue's house were on, obviously he had returned.

He walked softly to the door of Du Luoyue's house, and suddenly there was laughter in the room, as if he was happily videoting with someone, because he vaguely heard a magnetic male voice coming from the other end of the voice. He wanted to knock on the door, but he had no desire in an instant, so he could only go downstairs in disgrace.

Because it was winter, there was no one in the community, except for pedestrians coming in and out, no one stayed in this beautiful cold wind.

He sat alone on a bench in the neighborhood for leisure, his handsome face illuminated by the dim street lamp, and so quiet that he could hear even a leaf falling, as if he had contracted the whole garden for the night.

He put his hands in the pockets of his newly bought down jacket, sitting here stupidly, watching the pedestrians flowing, the cold wind and crying dew, but it was a little desolate.

Maybe this is the advantage of Beijing, the temperature is low enough to solidify the rain into snow, at least it will not make people feel too bleak, but a little romantic.

He reached out and took it, and the falling snow particles stood like a boy in the garden.

As a southerner, he has only seen snow a few times when he is so big, but he didn't expect to be kicked out today, and he can also encounter a snow scene, which is also good, he comforted himself.

Watching the snow fall through the dim light is as light and soft as flowing catkins. It's a pity to enjoy such a beautiful scenery alone, and he wants to ask Du Luoyue to come down and enjoy it together.

When I opened the address book on my mobile phone, I remembered that Du Luoyue had just made a video with someone else, and it was inconvenient to disturb her, and I didn't reply to the message I sent her for a day today.

So he continued to slide his fingertips, but he was a newcomer and basically didn't have many friends in Beijing. He flipped through it for a while, and suddenly saw the phone number that was noted as Lan Weiwei.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he dialed the phone.