; Seeing that they were about to come in, Su Qiao quietly withdrew his gaze and gave way to the side slightly.

Waiting for the elevator door to slowly close, the man with glasses took the lead in speaking: "How to arrange to play cards in Youranju next?"

"Go ahead, I'll have something to do later."

Another male voice sounded behind Su Qiao, his deep voice was extremely magnetic, the mellowness of a mature man, it was undeniable, and he spoke very well.

"It's Dongdong again, you're used to her like this, sooner or later one day she'll have to climb on top of you."

This time, the man standing behind Su Qiao did not answer.

The elevator fell one floor, and many people came in, and the narrow elevator suddenly rubbed shoulders one after another, and there was a shout in front of it: "There are still two people who haven't come up, everyone squeezes in again"

Su Qiao was stepped on by someone, subconsciously stepped back, and accidentally bumped into the person behind him.

"Yes or no"

She tilted her head to apologize, but was hit on the arm again.

The collar of the man's crisp white shirt swept over the tip of his nose, because it was close, Su Qiao smelled the smell of his body, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the clear.

Before he could come to his senses, someone pushed him this way again.

Su Qiao was a little unbalanced for a while, and before she fell, she had a big hand on her waist.

It was a man's hand.

The bones are distinct, the wrists are very powerful, the weak support, the movements are restrained and not abrupt, and anyone can see that he is not taking advantage of the opportunity.

The elevator doors opened again, four or five people went out, and the elevator was no longer so crowded.

Su Qiao stood firm, she withdrew her hand from the crook of the man's arm without a trace, and saw the others standing away, as if they were accustomed to this kind of squeezing, the words of thanks choked in their throats, and they didn't want to make a fuss, so they simply looked up at the monitor, although there was still a feeling of being gently held around her delicate waist.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Su Qiao followed the others out and never looked back.

"Today's girls are so cold"

When the elevator went to the first floor, Sven Man, who was wearing glasses, sighed.

The man in the white shirt glanced at him, the corners of his mouth were half-hooked, and his face was not salty, he took out a cigarette case from the pocket of his trousers, and just put a cigarette in his mouth and suddenly shouted: "Lao Lu, your clothes"

The man lowered his head, and the eye was the faint lip print on the collar of the shirt, like a slowly blooming red flower.

It was already past 10 o'clock in the evening when Su Qiao returned to her residence.

She returned to China for half a month, during which she found a community near the Second Ring Road on the Internet to share a house with others.

It was pitch black in the apartment, and the girl she shared had not yet returned.

Su Qiao threw the bag on the chair, and as soon as she took off her wedges, her mobile phone rang.

"How about the section chief of the audit bureau that your mother arranged for you," came a gossip inquiry from classmate and friend Mu An'an on the other side of the phone.

"That's it."

Mu An'an heard her perfunctory: "Not satisfied"

Su Qiao didn't speak, just took the bottle of mineral water on the table, unscrewed the cap and poured it into a big sip.

"You can't do this," Mu An'an couldn't help but feel sorry for her: "In another year, buckwheat, you will be 26 years old, and you don't even have a dating partner, do you say that you are stupid by learning to build a house" Saying, her voice lowered: "Or because you can't forget"

"Nope." Su Qiao cut off her friend's words, and her tone was faintly melancholy.

"Then why don't you find a partner, it's been almost 3 years"

“”

Su Qiao was speechless.

"If you don't like civil servants, what about the photographer, our newspaper just has a piece of fresh meat, just graduated, the family conditions are also gone, the dead mother, there is no contradiction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after marriage, the most important point is that he likes your royal sister painting style, is it very tempting I will help you make an appointment with him tomorrow"

"No"

Mu An'an made a final decision: "That's it"

Without giving Su Qiao a chance to refuse, she snapped and hung up the phone.

Holding the mobile phone and sitting on her knees, Su Qiao looked at the heavy curtain in the corner of the wall, slightly distracted.

Mu An'an's sentence "3 years" lingered in his ears and lingered.

She remembered her mother Liang Muzhen's indifferent words again: "Su Qiao, if you continue to be self-contained, you will only destroy yourself."