Cai Jia took a few steps back awkwardly, ignoring Meng Qianyang's playful eyes: "What?"

Meng Qianyang got closer and closer, he bent down slightly, looking directly into her eyes, not only with a smile in his slender eyes, but also with an unusually gentle look.

After that, he raised his hand, and his slender fingers gently brushed the corners of her mouth, and there was a shallow smile on his lips: "Your lipstick is flowering." ”

As he spoke, he showed her a faint touch of red on his fingertips.

His movements were fast and light, and Cai Jia didn't even react.

"Ahh

She could no longer look directly at the corners of Meng Qianyang's increasingly hooked mouth, grabbed her bag in a panic, and entered the bathroom.

The face in the mirror looks exquisite, but the lipstick is really spent, and a slanted mark on the left corner of the lip extends to the cheek, which is her SCA

let

ough a pale tomato red.

It looks like I didn't pay attention to the flowers when I was on the phone.

Caijia was busy making up the lipstick, taking out the air cushion to touch up the makeup, and when everything was cleaned up, he stood in front of the mirror again, and suddenly remembered what he had just seen, the pair of slender and clear eyes, and the extremely thin lips.

Something strange felt rising from the back of her neck, and then she noticed a faint rosy red at the base of her ear.

The roots of her ears were red, her heart was beating faster, and she could even smell the perfume behind her ears, because the slight increase in body temperature accelerated the evaporation, and the sweet fragrance came out.

Since her girlhood, Caijia has been a person who loves fragrance like life, from a poor student who often goes to the shopping mall counter to rub perfume, to a real salon with two cabinets, her love for perfume has not diminished slightly.

Her perfume changes almost every day, and changing her perfume according to her clothes, makeup, weather, and mood is what she is most happy to do every day.

Because today she wore a dark red velvet dress, the perfume she "wore" today is A

ce soi by ick goutal

ou jamais。

Translated into Chinese, it is tonight or never, and it also has a more straightforward name - slightly drunk rose.

It is a grand red wine aroma, with the fragrance of one or two roses, like a beauty with silky eyes, but there is still a little childishness that has not been taken off.

Just like the eyes she saw in the mirror now.

Caijia was stunned, she hurriedly patted her face, reminding herself not to think too much.

However, the more I didn't want to think about it, the more I couldn't stop blushing.

Caijia had no choice but to pat his face and the back of his neck with clear water, and only then did he suppress the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

It was easy to clean up himself, and Cai Jia walked out of the bathroom as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was a little nervous and didn't know how to face Meng Qianyang, but found that Meng Qianyang was no longer in the apartment.

A few seconds later, the phone rang, and it was a message from a special contact in the APP.

A short sentence on the screen - "I'm back to the company, Sister Jia, I ordered you your favorite fat beef and abalone fried rice, remember to eat." ”

Caijia pinched the phone and was stunned for a long time, until a young voice rang on the pager and said to deliver food.

Until he finished eating the fried rice, Cai Jiadu was still a little confused, and kept asking himself what kind of demon he was in?

Why is she not like her, and he is not like him anymore?

It's easy to feel a little clearer, and when I think back to my state in the past hour or two, I just feel like I can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Oh my God, she must be getting older and has hormonal imbalance, plus she hasn't been on a date for a long time, otherwise how could she lose her square inch because of such a hairy boy?

———

He Wan'er, who didn't know that he was actually added to WeChat by Caijia's calculations, nested in the sofa, not knowing what else he could do.

It was almost a week after returning from the plateau, because of all kinds of unexpected events that disturbed his mind, so he remembered to pay back Mo Chunshan's phone and money that day.

Unexpectedly, the assistant refused her simply, and now that the initiative is still in the hands of Caijia, I don't know when the next time she has time to meet her He Guan'er.

There was no news from Gu Nian, and she didn't dare to think about Ke Zhifang's affairs for the time being, so she stayed at home all weekends, making up for sleep in the morning and being in a daze in the afternoon, and didn't go anywhere.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, He Guan'er suddenly saw air-dried beef and miscellaneous mushrooms on the table in the living room, and then remembered that when she came back from a trip to the plateau, she still had a place where she should go, but she didn't go.

These things she bought for her family, and she has been sitting in the living room, and every time she says that she remembers to take them with her when she gets off work, she forgets them.

There was time on the weekend, so she changed her clothes and went downstairs, took a bus for more than an hour with her things, and arrived in Nanjiang New District.

Coming out of the bus stop, He Guaner walked a few hundred meters into his own community, went up to the eighth floor, and naturally took out the key and opened the door.

"Mom, I'm back......" she said as she changed her shoes, but as soon as she walked out of the hallway, she was stunned when she saw the scene in the living room.

He Yixiao was lying lazily on the sofa, watching TV, and Lu Yunhui was sitting next to him, peeling an orange in her hand.

The sound of chopping vegetables came from the location of the kitchen, apparently someone was inside.

When Lu Yunhui saw He Wan'er, her expression was a little unnatural, she stood up and asked, "Why are you here? Why don't you call?" Come on, come on, sit down quickly." ”

He Wan'er was bitter in his mouth - this is the house she worked hard to provide, but now it is easy to come back, but like an outsider, he is still let go by his mother as a guest.

Polite, but outward.

Before she could answer, the kitchen door was pushed open, and someone poked her head out: "No soy sauce, smile and go downstairs ......"

It was a strange man, in his forties, short and stout with glasses, and his facial features were quite good.

He saw He Wan'er halfway through his words, and he was obviously stunned for a moment.

Lu Yunhui was not good at words, and she didn't know what to say at this time, and her face was a little embarrassed.

He Wan'er's face was as usual, and he said calmly: "Mom, brother, I'm here." ”

He turned to look at the strange man at the kitchen door, and looked puzzled: "This is ......?"

The man couldn't hide his apprehension, but when he heard He Wan'er take the initiative to talk to him, he laughed.

Without the panic when they first met, the man asked with a somewhat flattering expression: "Is this a smile, right? I'm Huang Youguang, your mother's friend, just call me Uncle Huang." You've arrived just in time, wash your hands, and get ready for dinner. ”

An hour later, coming out of the building, He Wan'er raised his eyes to look at the brightly lit home, and sighed gloomily.

Unexpectedly, on a whim, she actually ran into her mother's boyfriend.

Huang Youguang is quite talkative, and he has been sparing no effort to enliven the atmosphere at the dinner table, but He Wan'er is in a low mood, and he can't help but compare the man in front of him with his father.

Specifically, it's picking thorns.