Before he could say anything he could refuse, she threw herself into his arms.

The cotton swab in his hand fell off his chair, his hands stiff and motionless. After a while, he said, "It's okay." ”

The little girl in her arms hugged his neck, didn't let go, and rubbed her face on his shoulder: "Hold it for a while." ”

The eighteen-year-old girl is already mature, and although she is thin, she is also delicate.

Cheng Ji leaned back as much as possible: "Little sister, I don't know the difference between men and women?" ”

His hand remained stiff, not touching her for a single point.

"Cheng Ji," she leaned in her ear, her voice soft like a kitten, "can you not play with other women?" You wait for me, I will soon grow up and will soon be able to be the head of the household myself. ”

Her family is not good, so she thinks that in the future, she will move out of the household registration and open a new one, and when she is done, she will give him a clean notebook.

Cheng Ji asked: "What are you doing as a householder?" ”

I'm going to marry you.

She didn't say it, because she was too young to say it without weight.

"You've just seen too few people." His tone was like that of an elder, "When you go to the imperial capital in college and see the world of flowers outside, at that time, you will know how bad your eyes are now." ”

Flower World? She had already seen it, in January last year, she was sold to the floating residence, there were all kinds of people in the bright lights, she stretched out her hand to those people, but only Cheng Ji, only he held her.

She may not have seen the whole picture of this flowery world, but she saw the whole picture of Cheng Ji from his eyes, no matter how depressed and cynical he was, he always left a trace of very clean and sincere gentleness.

"I have a good eye." She told him very firmly, "Cheng Ji, don't deny yourself, you are a very good person." ”

Cheng Ji didn't answer her words, just gently pushed her away, and then patted her head: "Go back, it's getting dark." ”

He put the bag of medicine in her hand, and the man left.

The road is a trunk road and you can't stop for a long time, McLaren stopped at the fork in front, and the girl in the car asked, "Who is she?" ”

Her name is Joan, she has a little asset, loves to play, and Cheng Ji met in a bar, don't men like gentle, considerate and empathetic girls? So her character is a gentle interpretation flower.

Cheng Ji replied perfunctorily: "A younger sister I knew when I was a child." ”

"Sister love?"

His expression suddenly became serious: "Don't joke with her, you've just come of age." ”

Qiao An hooked the long hair next to her ear: "It's so serious, it's not like you." She reached for the passenger door, "Get in the car, it's late." ”

Cheng Ji pressed the door back: "No, I'm not going." ”

Joan was lying on the co-pilot's door with both hands, his left hand was lazily stretched out, and his right hand was supporting his chin, his posture was very sultry, and he missed a small waist on such a cold day.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Cheng Ji's eyes looked away, his voice was floating in the wind, and he had a sense of decadence: "It's not much, it's just that I suddenly feel bored." ”

Qiao An actually had some interest in Cheng Ji, at least his body made her very interested, and she didn't bother to set it up: "Then do you want to go to the hotel?" ”

This interpretation flower is very direct.

Cheng Ji asked directly: "How is the Hefeng Hotel?" ”

"Xie Yuhua" took out a cigarette: "It's not bad." ”

"Give me my phone."

She thought he was going to book a room, so she generously gave him her phone.

"Password."

“199797。”

Cheng Ji clicked on the address book, turned two pages, and found it.

"What are you doing?"

He dialed the phone: "Hello uncle, I'm a friend of Joan, she drank too much, at the Zefeng Hotel, can you come and pick her up?" ”

Joan: "......"

Where is this heading?

Qiao An's father thanked him repeatedly on the phone, Cheng Ji said politely, hung up the phone, and he returned the phone: "You drive my car, just leave the car keys at the hotel front desk." ”

This wave of operations is heartwarming.

Qiao An smiled dumbly: "Cheng Ji, I suddenly like you a little." ”

She is very honest, and she has only gone to dim sum now, in front, like Cheng Ji, she is playing and having fun.

Cheng Ji's expression should not be too calm: "Then what?" ”

"Do you want to try it seriously with me?"

Cheng Ji took out his mobile phone, clicked it a few times, and then pointed the screen at Qiao An and shook it: "Blocked, don't look for me." ”

Joan: "......"

Cheng and this person, only play, not really.

In winter, the days are short, before six o'clock, the sky is almost dark, and the dusk is dull, and the wind rises.

"Junjun."

"Junjun."

“……”

The door of the room where the miscellaneous items were stacked was open, and Wu Shufeng went in with a bowl: "Junjun." ”

Junjun is her grandson, two and a half years old.

This room is full of miscellaneous items that are not commonly used, and a corner is opened by the window, and a single bed and a small desk are placed.

Wu Shufeng searched around inside, but did not find his grandson, and was about to go out, when he heard a voice under the bed.

She squatted down, her hands on the tiles, and pouted: "Ah, we are handsome here." ”

The child was amused and giggled, Wu Shufeng took him out, only to notice that there were two boxes inside, and she got in and dragged the boxes out.

Lin Hemiao took advantage of the fact that she went home before dark, and as soon as she entered the house, she was hit by something on her forehead.

She glanced at the ground, and there was a bunch of keys.