"Mob!"

Jian Nian let out a soft call in disbelief, and took her into his arms, his arms tightened tightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength. Qian Xiaomo leaned his face on his chest, his hands hung by his side, the whole person was as soft as a white cloud, and his cheeks were crimson, like the sunset on the horizon, which was beautiful.

Tonight, Jian Nian was sleepless, standing alone on the balcony blowing the night breeze, his face full of joy, but because of the excitement in his heart.

Qian Xiaomo was lying on the bed in the bedroom, the night outside the window was hazy, and the early winter night was particularly lonely. She rolled over and turned over again, unable to sleep, her mind full of every word she had said to Jian Nian during the day. She didn't know why she said that, and she didn't know what the consequences would be if she said it, but she knew—

Knowing this is indeed what she really thinks.

Know that the days will change from now on.

It's just that the love in Qian Xiaomo's heart is still floating now, without a foundation, her love can't support the gains and losses in her heart, and there is no way to make her firm.

Qian Xiaomo sat up irritably, her face was pale and haggard in the night light, and her messy black hair was now chest-length, casually covering her side face. Qian Xiaomo casually pinned them behind her ears, turned sideways, and looked out the window.

At this point, there are still people in the old community who haven't slept, sporadic glass lights, which light is lit up for her?

A helpless sigh.

The wind whistled along the window glass of the bedroom, mixed with the smell of barbecue from several unclosed supper restaurants on the street side of the old community, wafting to the balconies of every house, and to Jian Nian's mind.

Tonight was really the happiest night of his life.

He shook the wine glass in his hand, the scarlet liquid glistening in the light, but it was not as bright as his eyes.

Now, Jian Nian can really imagine boldly.

Imagine the future he and Qian Xiaomo will have; Imagine waking up every morning, the sun is shining, the years are quiet, and there is still a sleeping Qian Xiaomo in the crook of his arm; Imagine, I was busy in the kitchen in the early morning, Qian Xiaomo wore his white shirt and messy hair, and walked in in a daze, looking shy and charming......

Thinking about it, Jian Nian couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly, took a sip of red wine, and the corners of her eyes overflowed with happiness.

"Xiaomo, believe me, I will definitely deal with everything here and give you the life you want!"

Jian Nian held the wine glass, stared at his own shadow on the wine glass that was refracted by the light, and secretly swore that he would drink the red wine in one gulp.

Like, drank a cup of blood.

……

……

At dawn on the second day, the winter sprinkled a faint golden sunshine, between heaven and earth, a light gold and confused white, there is a kind of charm realm of Chinese painting. Qian Xiaomo walked out of the bedroom in a daze, and the sunlight bloomed behind her, outlining an ethereal figure, more like a person walking from a painting.

"I just got up, breakfast was just ready."

Jian Nian was about to go to see if Qian Xiaomo was up, but as soon as she turned around, she saw Qian Xiaomo coming over.

Before Qian Xiaomo could react, the thick masculine aura had already surrounded her, making her fall into Jian Nian's arms again.

"I ......"

"Good morning, my princess."

Qian Xiaomo was about to speak, when Jian Nian leaned over and imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and the murmured love words immediately bloomed in her heart.

Qian Xiaomo blushed suddenly, put her hands on Jian Nian's chest, and whispered, "Good morning." ”

Jian Nian rubbed the top of her head, took a small half step back and let go of her, and took her wrist and sat down on the edge of the dining table.

Breakfast was very simple, it was a traditional Chinese breakfast, fried dough sticks and soy milk, Qian Xiaomo smiled lightly and ate very fragrantly.

Perhaps, she also loves to eat these!

Qian Xiaomo said to herself, looked around the room, and looked at it during the day and at night, and it felt very different.

"Are you busy today?" Qian Xiaomo asked tentatively.

Jian Nian stared into her eyes and shook her head, "I'm not busy today, what's wrong?" ”

"I think let's clean the house together!" Qian Xiaomo blurted out, "Although I know that you are the president of a company, and you rarely come here, the house is still so spotless, and someone will definitely come over to clean it every day...... But, I think, it's still a little bit of home...... After all, home is called home by two people, and it is also loved and cherished by two people, so ...... So...... Let's just clean it all over again! ”

When the words landed, the smile on the corner of Jian Nian's mouth became stronger.

He caressed Qian Xiaomo's hand and said with a smile: "How can I be willing to let you do this?" I'll be fine on my own. ”

"No, it has to be two people." Qian Xiaomo's rare persistence.

Jian Nian looked at Qian Xiaomo's pupils and understood what she meant, so she nodded and responded, "Okay!" ”

Qian Xiaomo smiled contentedly, and after breakfast, the two of them officially turned on the cleaning mode.

Qian Xiaomo was wearing Jian Nian's big shirt, her hair was simply tied into a ball head, and she was wearing gloves on her hands, while Jian Nian also changed into a very casual sports casual outfit, holding a broom in her hand. The two of them were busy, and the music was playing in the living room, and the strong and heavy rhythm of the English song made them each full of motivation.

"The clothes are washed......" Qian Xiaomo shouted as she stood in front of the washing machine.

Jian Nian immediately put down the tools in his hand, took off his gloves and walked quickly, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's dry first." ”

Qian Xiaomo found a large and long hanger, and Jian Nian took out the wrenched sheets and quilt covers from the washing machine, shook them, and pulled them.

Qian Xiaomo raised her arms high, holding the hanger with both hands, waiting for Jian Nian to put the sheets on first.

"It's going to be heavy......"

"I know."

Qian Xiaomo nodded, cooperated with Jian Nian, and finally sorted out the sheets and dried them on it.

Jian Nian straightened the quilt cover again, and after the washing machine was dried, it was actually almost dry.

He glanced at Qian Xiaomo, who had already lifted the hanger, blinking at Jian Nian with big eyes, not understanding, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing...... Stand there and don't move. ”

"Don't move?!"

Qian Xiaomo muttered suspiciously, not understanding what Jian Nian meant.

Don't move, are you going to play the game of the wooden man?

Game ...... of Wooden Man

This thought slammed through Qian Xiaomo's mind like lightning, and this sentence made Qian Xiaomo feel very familiar for no reason. She was suddenly stunned, and everything in front of her eyes became blurred.

"Stand here, don't move!"

A man's voice suddenly broke into Qian Xiaomo's brain, this voice was not clear to her, but it jerked her thoughts back to reality. Qian Xiaomo blinked her eyes suspiciously, she couldn't tell the difference between reality and the world in her mind. The sentence just now, now that I think about it, it seems that Jian Nian has just finished speaking.

Qian Xiaomo frowned and shook her head, and a layer of confusion and incomprehension gradually appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Jian Nian didn't notice the change in Qian Xiaomo's face, he smiled slyly, stepped forward, and made a gesture to dry the quilt cover on the hanger, but when Qian Xiaomo was in a daze, he suddenly wrapped Qian Xiaomo in the quilt cover! Qian Xiaomo was startled, and the hanger fell to the ground with a thud, hitting Jian Nian's arm.

Jian Nian snorted, and let go of Qian Xiaomo in pain.

The freshly washed quilt cover slipped silently from Qian Xiaomo's body and fell to the ground.

Qian Xiaomo came back to her senses at this time, gasped, and hurriedly helped Jian Nian, "How are you?" Is it a serious zhòng of injury? ”

"It's okay......" Jian Nian smiled reluctantly, patting the back of Qian Xiaomo's hand with her hand to comfort her, "You don't have to worry." ”

"How can it be okay? Let me see...... Hurry up ......"

Qian Xiaomo was in a hurry, really anxious, so anxious that tears were flashing in the corners of her eyes.

Jian Nian leaned on her so closely, she could see it clearly, and her heart seemed to ripple with a soft spring wave.

Without saying a word, Jian Nian suddenly hugged Qian Xiaomo into his arms.

Qian Xiaomo was stunned for a moment, brandished her pink fist and shouted, "Be careful of your arms!" ”

"You are my healing medicine...... With you, nothing hurts! ”

"Jane Nian ......"

"What did you just say?"

"I ...... I didn't say anything! ”

"No...... You called my name! You call again, okay? ”

“……”

"Who am I? Momo...... Scream! I just want to hear you call me by ......"

Jian Nian suddenly tightened her arms, buried her face sideways in Qian Xiaomo's neck, and the hot breath she exhaled was a little damp.

I don't know why, Qian Xiaomo suddenly felt that Jian Nian was so pitiful, like a child who lacked love.

Qian Xiaomo didn't refuse him anymore, her hands gently wrapped around his waist, and called softly: "Jian Nian." ”

His body shuddered, and his arms folded again.

"Jane Nian ......"

The embrace tightened a little more.

"Jane Nian ......"

Qian Xiaomo was hugged so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

"Jane Nian ......"

His heart was beating faster and faster, blocked in his throat, and he couldn't go up and down!

Qian Xiaomo muttered, and the quilt cover that fell on the ground was snow-white, and now it was dirty again.

But the feeling—the feeling she couldn't tell what it was—struck her.

Is it cleaning, or the quilt cover on the floor, or the name that is whispering?

Qian Xiaomo didn't know why, this qiē seemed to be familiar.

She searched hard in her mind for that feeling, and the moment the quilt slipped off her, she felt that something that should not be forgotten was forgotten, something that should not be abandoned was abandoned......

It's such a complicated feeling, Qian Xiaomo can't figure it out at all.

So, the cleaning came to halftime.

Jian Nian threw the quilt cover into the washing machine again, and Qian Xiaomo continued to clean the kitchen, but she was absent-minded.

She washed the veil in the pool indiscriminately, but she didn't know that she had washed the same veil three times.

Jian Nian approached from behind her silently, and Qian Xiaomo didn't feel it at all.

She always felt that any detail could give her a sense of familiarity and remind her of someone.

!!

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