When he arrived downstairs, Qiuqiu Jiang saw Jiang Miao leaning against the street lamp and smoking from a distance, under the orange light, his shadow formed a very beautiful silhouette, and under the light and darkness, there was a bit of loneliness.

"Hey, what are you calling me out for most of the night?" Qiuqiuchan patted Jiang Miao over and smiled, she was still wearing a JK uniform today, with a double ponytail, Jiang Miao saw her coming, touched her head and smiled, "Didn't you say you need to go out for a walk?" I'll take you to relax now." ”

Qiuqiu-chan smiled when she heard this, "Where are you going to go in the middle of the night?"

"Get in the car. Jiang Miao opened the car door, Qiuqiuchan then sat up, the wind blew into the car window, she smoothed her hair, and the depression in her heart was blown away by the wind.

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