The next morning, the warm sunlight hit the man's face through the window.

Qingjun's face was slightly sideways, half-covered and half-hidden in the quilt.

Bai Jinyan opened his eyes sleepily and looked at the window in a daze. He woke up, long since he woke up. But he preferred not to wake up, and last night, he had a cloudy dream.

In the dream, Ah Ming carried him home, very gently······

Beautiful like a bubble, and when you open your eyes again, there is no tenderness, from beginning to end, he is the only one who is intoxicated.

"Ah Ming······ Muttered. The voice is extremely soft and fragile.

Love that goes to the marrow.

Get up and get dressed.

Walking up to the mirror, well, it's that indifferent and self-contained Doctor Bai again.

Through the mirror, on the ground, a silvery white place refracted the cold white light.

Bai Jinyan bent down and picked it up, and it was a silver-white signature pen.

It's not his, his pens are black.

Who is it?

Bai Jinyan seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

Suddenly, clenching the pen, his fingertips white.

Is that you, Ming?

Almost tremblingly, he turned on his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Liang's phone, he had always been calm and calm, as helpless as a stunned boy.

The phone was connected, and Bai Jinyan's voice could not hide his anxiety, and his breath was unstable: "Brother Jiang, who sent me back last night?" ”

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a moment. After a while, Jiang Liang's chuckle came: "How you think about it, it's how it is." ”

Bai Jinyan hung up the phone, Jiang Ge'er's words were clearly denied.

So······

The hand holding the pen gradually became hot······

Here, Jiang Liang looked at his phone, picked his eyes on the line, and smiled narrowly. He knew that this was a clear sign that something good was coming.

What happens next depends on the creation of the two.

Jiang Liang suddenly became envious, not envious of mandarin ducks or immortals, only envious of the two lovers.

He and Ning Bao ······

Even if Ning Bao is a thousand-year-old ice, he will also cover her!

In the afternoon, Jiang Liang took the bus to the Sangzi Teahouse to pick up Ning Bao.

Recently, the hard-working and capable poor baby An Ning learned to take the bus and save money!

Therefore, even Jiang Liang, a sick beauty, learned to take the bus. Jiang Liang, who has never eaten fireworks in the world, is rarely dyed with a little fireworks.

Jiang Liang got off the bus and stood under the platform and waited. Not long after, An Ning came out of the teahouse and saw Jiang Liang at a glance.

Well, the charm of cool is too great.

A group of girls were watching him.

An Ning walked over slowly.

A shallow smile appeared on Jiang Liang's face, a pair of sheared autumn pupils shone brightly, and he smiled lightly, looking at An Ning who was walking towards him.

Tranquility's polite chin is really coincidental.

Jiang Liang's smile gradually expanded: "I'm waiting for someone." ”

Unfortunately, waiting for you.

An Ning looked at a group of wolf-like girls on the left, and then looked at the Jiang beauty in the wind in the Yushu on the right.

After a moment of silence, he silently moved to the side.

She wants to keep her distance from him, she doesn't want to be a scumbag.

Jiang Liang was keenly aware of it, and without saying a word, he approached An Ning imperceptibly.

An Ning felt that it might be too little, otherwise how could the distance remain the same?

An Ning moved to the side again, and so did Jiang Liang······

Two quarters of an hour later, the belated bus finally arrived. An Ning was relieved and took the lead in getting into the car, followed by Jiang Liang.

An Ning suddenly became a little angry, turned her head, and looked at Jiang Liang angrily, are you against me?

Jiang Liang was innocent, and he seemed to be deeply hurt, and he was pitiful: "Ning Bao, let's stop by." ”

An Ning nodded blankly, as if eh, she misunderstood that it was cold.

She's sorry for the coolness.