In this way, she is dressed in a touch of sadness, and she has a breathtaking beauty.

Read the last sentence of the book: "It's too late, it's too late, it's too early in my life, and it's too hasty." Still unsatisfied, An Cairui couldn't help but open the love note given to her by the Ph.D. student.

"Holding your hand means we're going to be best friends. What is a friend? It is understanding, respect, and can withstand any test, and it will always be silently waiting and knowing each other.

When you are happy, watch your eyebrows flutter, and when you are lost, quietly hug you, pat you, and give you room to shed tears.

The comfort and responsibility of each other's emotions will always be the most beautiful and tightest bond between the two. However, the essence of friends is independence but not unilateral dependence, your personality is always independent, and your thoughts should be free, you can be a happy silly woman when you are happy, but more often you are dependent on each other.

Holding your hand is more of a responsibility. The result is a contract of the heart, which does not stipulate responsibilities and obligations on paper, but the words that connect the heart are far deeper than what is written.

This contract is incomplete, and Hand in Hand sets the big framework for it, and the details need to be filled in together, and even some clauses are constantly updated to keep tightening the distance between the two hearts.

There is no mutual entrustment and entrustment of responsibilities here, we are always equal, only the relationship based on equality can be trusted and relied on, and the resulting feelings are innocent and happy.

Holding your hand is only the beginning, but I'm already greedily imagining eternity. Is it greed? No, those who dare to take responsibility will think about it for a long time.

Hold your hand, we will be close to the depths of our hearts, and the baptism of future life, no matter how it comes, I will always hold on and bless you. ”

Sadness precipitates cognition, and An Cairui seems to have read more from the love diary of a doctoral student.

An Cairui suddenly thought that maybe the doctoral student just fell headlong into her beauty.

Perhaps, even without the strong mother of the doctoral student, her love with him is destined not to go far.

separated, looking back, An Cairui had to admit that there was a huge ideological gap between the two people.

A handshake is just a further proof of the relationship between the two. He twisted and twisted and sighed so much! Forget about the responsibility, but also pull out the essence of friends, the contract of hearts, and the equality of relationships...... For the first time, Angel became aware of his inner barrenness.

Putting down the small thin book "Lover", An Cairui fell on the bed, closed his eyes, but his mind was very active. She is trying to organize the language to retell a deep, hot and sad love story. The next day, I used this retelling to earn 200 yuan and gave my younger brother An Xiaosi Taobao pants.

Early the next morning, before Han Zhihuan went to work, he came to Xiangsheng Yujiang Bay. He didn't have to make a special trip to deliver breakfast, but he did it anyway.

Compared to the initial eagerness to confirm her identity, he was not in a hurry now. It's only been ten days together, and he's been discovering new problems with her almost every day for ten days, but it hasn't stopped him from investing more and more in her.

When she unlocked the door, the room was quiet, not at all like when she ran over and picked up the takeout bag to see what breakfast was. Did she go out alone? Han Zhihuan quickly searched the room, and sure enough, it was so quiet.

Han Zhihuan put McDonald's breakfast on the table and took a beautiful Russian doll out of his backpack. He looked left and right with a weak heart, he never entered An Cairui's bedroom, and was going to go to An Cairui's bedroom to pick out the most unbearable ugly doll before An Cairui came back. If you want to replace, start with the ugliest one.

So, he pushed open An Cairui's bedroom door with a big stab.

Pushed open the door, only to be surprised to find that the owner of the bedroom was there!

An Cairui lay on the bed, the quilt on her body was kicked off, and the untightened curtains let in a beam of light, scattered from head to toe. Delicate skin, curved waist, upturned hips, slender thighs......

When Han Zhihuan realized that he had been looking at it for too long, his heart suddenly sank, and slowly, the clothes were ......

Han Zhihuan didn't know whether he should be angry or shy. Seeing Sleeping Beauty's mind rippling, her heart was full of apes, and she couldn't help but be angry when she saw the expensive little dress being worn by her as pajamas. Two extreme emotions hit him in turn, and he didn't know which one to lean towards.

Eventually, Han Zhihuan took a step back and gently closed the door.

He packed the Russian doll into his backpack and prepared to retreat. After taking two steps, he turned back and took the McDonald's breakfast he brought. This morning, I guess he didn't come.

I don't know what kind of day Han Zhihuan spent in the company.

In the afternoon, more than an hour before the usual end of work, Han Zhihuan appeared in the Xiangsheng Yujiangwan Community.

When he opened the door and stepped into the room, it was still quiet. Han Zhihuan couldn't help but focus his eyes on Ahn Chae-rui's bedroom door.

The bedroom door was wide open, and it was clear that the owner had already been in and out of the room.

Han Zhihuan was sure at this time that Ahn Chae-rui was really not at home. He sighed secretly, someone's late sleep occupation occupied his mind for the day, and he made up his mind to look at someone's indecent eating image, so as to fight poison with poison. Someone may really have the heart to buy takeout.

Han Zhihuan put his backpack in the cloakroom behind the door, went into the kitchen to get a bottle of white water, and sat in the middle of the three-person sofa, ready to recuperate and wait for someone to return.

Today's room seemed to be cleaner than usual.

Han Zhihuan couldn't help but look around. As soon as my eyes touched the sunroom, the water in my mouth almost didn't squirt out. An Cairui sat at the desk, I don't know what I was doing!

Instantly, Han Zhihuan became worried about his professional book and drawing paper. Unable to appreciate the beauty's focused back, Han Zhihuan took three steps and two steps, and walked towards the sun room.

When I got closer, I suddenly had more eyes. He wanted to see what the hell someone was up to!

The sunroom is adjacent to the living room and balcony, and is more like a square terrace with a deeper depth, except that the roof and walls of the eaves are glass. Han Zhihuan arranged high and low green plants in the south-facing translucent part, some of which are full of flowers. The desk is placed near the interior wall to avoid the interference of bright light in the middle of the day.

As it happens, the interior walls are also glass walls. In this way, Han Zhihuan can get a glimpse of An Cairui's secret in the living room.

Han Zhihuan walked lightly and walked behind Ahn Chae-rui. Take a look at the probe: An Cairui is actually reading a book!

Han Zhihuan looked at it fixedly, and saw that Wang Er in the book was serious about "great friendship" with Chen Qingyang, and asked for "Dunlun" with Chen Qingyang, and couldn't help laughing.

It seems that disturbing people who read seriously in this way is not educated enough.

Han Zhihuan walked slowly to the sofa.