Wedges: Suitcases are placed haphazardly in the entryway, and mud-stained canvas shoes are on the shoe cabinet and have never been seen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Fang Ke saw this scene when he came home from work, his good-looking brows furrowed together, he changed his shoes, he raised his head and shouted upstairs: "Song Ze, have you been robbed?"

The girl lying on the soft bed pouted when she heard the voice, and turned over with the quilt in her arms. It didn't take long for me to hear approaching footsteps, so I reluctantly rolled over and sat on the bed rubbing my eyes. Pajamas hung loosely on the body.

Fang Ke opened the door, glanced at the person on the bed, walked straight to the closet, knuckles clasped the tie and loosened it, and then the blue tie slid around his neck like a nimble snake and landed between the palms of his hands. He hung up his tie and was grabbed from behind as soon as he took off his blazer. The soft body is warm, but the hands against the abdomen are cold. Fang Ke...... I miss you. The girl's head was buried in his neck, and the warm breath made the wetness of the skin soften the inside.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, he held the hands, and rubbed his fingertips against her knuckles: "Why don't I come back sooner?" "Well, aren't you back?" The girl's voice was soft and lazy. Fang Ke brought those hands to his lips, dropped a kiss, and whispered, "Well, just come back." ”

Chapter 1:

Song Ze buried her head in the novel, there was scattered hair covering the pages, she hooked her fingers and pinned the hair behind her ears, and continued to look fascinated. The novel was lent to her by her roommate, and the author was a boy, but this did not affect his delicate penmanship in the slightest. After reading the last line, she exhaled, closed the book, and traced the outline of the antelope on the cover with her fingers, that is, this lovely adoption is the hero of the story, it is brave, tenacious, like a hero, although it cannot speak, but it understands people's hearts better.

She flipped through it again at random, and saw the blurry figure in the author's photo, her teeth biting her lower lip, from left to right, what kind of person is this? Even if the boy she has been following since junior high school, oh no, man, he is 17 years older than herself, and the girls in their studio want to be his gossip girlfriend, but he treats everyone equally, gentle and detached. Probably, his existence is a male god for Song Ze. This male god was born in the painting department, and then devoted himself to the literary career, and in just one year, he and his team founded the magazine "Manying", which is still the hottest youth magazine. Song Ze has submitted a manuscript, but it was not selected, speaking of which, it was not easy to muster up the courage to submit the manuscript, and the editor wrote a reply and pointed out some points, saying that her words are very spiritual, you can cheer up, and you should be able to play better next time. After that, however, she never put pen to paper again.

The dormitory door was pushed open, and Song Zecai realized that he hadn't even closed the dormitory door. He Xiaowan appeared in her field of vision, as well as the large and small packages on her body that could not be ignored, and she still had her beloved Stitch purse in her mouth. "You're ......" As soon as he spoke, his wallet fell to the ground. He Xiaowan stared at Song Ze with a pitiful expression, "Ze Ze, help!" Song Ze couldn't help laughing when he saw her appearance, put down the book and walked over to help her share some things.

"Isn't it just going back to my hometown and making it like moving. "I brought a lot of snacks from our place, and winter clothes and stuff, a mess. He Xiaowan bent down and put the big suitcase at the bottom of the cabinet, squatted down and picked up her two pairs of shoes to compare, and put the new ones outside, "Zeze, you really didn't go back on National Day?" "No, it's all about playing anyway." Song Ze hung her towel on the balcony, returned to the dormitory and sat on the bench, looked at his watch, it was already past five o'clock. It's just that He Xiaowan doesn't like others to help her clean up, so Song Ze smacked his lips: "Give you half an hour, and then go out to eat." ”

"Are you please?" He Xiaowan immediately turned around, too excited and sat on the ground, his eyes shining.

"Otherwise?" Song Ze tilted his head to look at her.

A hot pot, the two of them ate with relish. He Xiaowan swallowed the last piece of meat in the bowl before he burped, patted his stomach, and sighed in satisfaction: "Ah, it's so full." Song Ze glanced at her with contempt, and with a look of disgust, he pulled out a tissue and handed it to her: "It's a girl, what about the image?" took the tissue and wiped it indiscriminately, He Xiaowan shook off her neat short hair, threw a wink at her, and said in a voice: "Oh, people pay attention to the image, okay?" Song Ze raised his hand to cover his eyes expressionlessly, who is this, I don't know!

After settling the bill, He Xiaowan took her to the night market, and she said that she hadn't felt the atmosphere of the backstreet of the college for a long time, and she missed it very much, and Song Ze didn't bother to refute her, because she had a hundred reasons to say that she was right. The night view of City C is actually very beautiful, and Song Ze discovered it on the day he first arrived in this city. At that time, she had not yet arrived at school, and in a hotel in the suburbs, she opened the curtains and saw the starry sky, and she also took photos, but unfortunately later lost her mobile phone, and those photos disappeared. This side of the school is close to the city center, and the tall buildings obscure the view and the beautiful starry sky. Moreover, unfamiliar cities inevitably bring uneasiness, so Song Ze generally doesn't go out much.

He Xiaowan stopped at a stall selling mobile phone cases, and Song Ze looked around and frowned. Although the night market was lively, it was already a little far from the school, and it was off the main street, so she didn't feel safe as she could. turned around, and was about to pull He Xiaowan back, but found that she was no longer around.

Song Ze chuckled in his heart, and his whole heart hung up. She hurriedly called her, but the phone was turned off, she looked around, but she didn't see her, and no one answered her name. It's like the feeling of my sister getting lost when I was a child, panicking, but I can't find that person anyway.

"Xiao Wan! He Xiao Wan!" her voice trembled, and her eyes moistened. attracted the inexplicable eyes of the passers-by around her, like looking at a madman, but none of them were the person she was looking for. Feeling more and more weak, she crouched on the side of the road, holding her knees and burying her head deeply.

When she was a child, her sister was separated in such a crowded crowd, she clearly remembered that she grabbed her sister's hand, the eyelid, and the hand was gone, although her parents just blindly blamed themselves, but Song Ze knew that it was because she grabbed that hand that caused her sister to get lost. Suddenly, a slightly warmer hand grabbed her arm, and then a concerned voice sounded in her ears: "Song Ze, are you okay?"

"Huh?" Song Ze, who was hazy with teary eyes, raised his head, and something familiar appeared in his blurred vision. She wiped her eyes to see that it was Du Ming, the vice president of the magazine.

Collecting her face, she was still frowning. "Vice-She, I'm fine. After all, she couldn't sit in this person by shaking off his hand, she was going to find Xiao Wan, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and Xiao Wan was less safe. Du Minggang received a call from his girlfriend, saying that he was visiting the night market at the back door of Minghu University and asked him to pick her up, but he didn't expect to meet this part-time student. Seeing her looking around, she must be looking for someone.

"Let's look for it together and show me a picture of your friend. He said to her as softly as he could. Song Ze is a very vigilant person, just like the day she came to the company for an interview, she pointed out several loopholes in the contract and resolutely defended her interests. I remember she said, "I don't want to be deceived by you, and I don't want to lie to you." "Hey, what an independent girl.

She was stunned, flipped out Xiao Wan's photo, and handed the phone to him, Du Ming looked at it, and returned the phone to her after feeling that he could remember the appearance of people, tilted his head, and smiled: "Let's go." ”

He Xiaowan was looking at a bunch of earrings, and inadvertently saw that the pastries next to him were very beautiful and went in. Then point to those nice pastries and ask the waiter to wrap them. Rushing out the door, he accidentally bumped into a young woman, and the pastry fell on the ground, and both of them kept apologizing, and then they picked the cake together. Walking out of the store, she suddenly remembered to leave Song Ze alone, and came to buy a cake by herself, and ran to the place in a hurry, only a few steps to see Song Ze walking with a man who looked good, the man was wearing simple knitted long sleeves and slacks, and the old-fashioned hairstyle of two or eight points should not be able to look directly if it was on the head of an ordinary person. Who is this man? Zeze's boyfriend?

"Sawa ......"

"Amin, I'm here. The voice of the woman behind her overshadowed hers, and He Xiaowan looked back at the woman she had just met with amusement. "Do you know?" the woman nodded, her face full of happiness: "Yes, my husband." ”

Husband, husband...... Husband?!Is that Zeze a third person? Her brain hole inevitably opened. Seeing the two of them getting closer and closer to this side, He Xiaowan still couldn't recover from the surprise, until Song Ze grabbed her, she didn't come out with two words in a daze, "Small.three?" "Well, what?" Song Ze didn't hear clearly, and looked at her suspiciously, thinking that something was wrong with her. Fortunately, I found it. She pulled He Xiaowan and bowed to Du Ming: "Thank you, vice editor." Let's go back first. After speaking, without waiting for Du Ming to respond, he pulled people away.

Looking at the backs of the two, Du Ming sighed helplessly, is he so terrible? When he looked at Jiang Yue, he found that she was also looking over there, with complicated eyes. "What's wrong?" "It's okay, let's go home." Jiang Yue smiled, took his arm, dangled the cake in front of him with one hand, and said proudly, "I found a delicious pastry shop again." Du Ming rubbed her hair dotingly, his little woman was a pastry chef, had won numerous awards, and still liked to scavenge for food, and every time she came across something delicious, she would buy a little for herself to taste.

Jiang Yue is also the daughter of a big family, she doesn't have the temper of the eldest lady at all, she is still the type of a good wife and mother, how can she meet such a good woman, every time she thinks of her, she thinks of herself again, and the idea of marriage is stronger. If he doesn't marry this good woman home, he is really afraid that he will be snatched away by others. Even if she said that she would follow her for the rest of her life.

"Yueyue, let's get married. He has said this sentence countless times, in different places, at different times, but with the same strong emotions. However, she never replied to herself positively. Sure enough, Jiang Yue, who heard the sound, was embarrassed for a moment, and smiled reluctantly: "Ah Ming, shall we take our time?" Du Ming smiled and didn't say much, since she wasn't ready yet, let's take my time.