In the dead of night, it's usually a time to do bad things.

It's written in novels and movies that a decent man and a gentleman can do it, as long as you do bad things well, you can get preferential treatment from ladies (please refer to Romeo and Juliet for this, if you don't believe it, ask Romeo in person, does he dare to climb the balcony to find his girlfriend in broad daylight).

All night long, I couldn't hear anything except the occasional brief roar of cleaning trucks sweeping the streets.

Every night, the city settles automatically, and then the bustle repeats the next day.

It's the same as life.

Sure enough, movies are movies after all, and it's not every day that someone elopes, and they don't go out and pass by the neighborhood where you live, which is simply unrealistic.

I did nothing in the time it was convenient to do bad things, just waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for the moon to slip away, waiting for the light to rise again over the horizon outside the window, enjoying the peaceful silence.

I felt at peace because it wasn't just me, it was Lynn, she was in the bedroom, in the sleeping pod, where the oxygen supply was still abundant, like a cub sleeping in a translucent hatching shell, and there would be nothing uncomfortable about her, I can assure you.

I waited for it to open slowly from the inside out, with the main event to come, and I hadn't forgotten my first priority—the cooldown was almost up, she had to get up, clean up, and go out as soon as she was clean, I wasn't allowed to be late, and neither was Lynn.

After it had taken me a full half hour to finish my call, she finally walked to the bathroom, then the kitchen, and then the living room.

You don't have to guess, when she was at home, it was these three points and one line, and I don't need to mention it more regularly.

She was followed closely by a Boeing line, which ran from the terminal to where she was, maintaining a constant distance.

She can see her as soon as she turns around, and I've always been there.

Of course, personal privacy is also very important, and there are not nothing forbidden places that I can't set foot in, there are only two such forbidden places at home, one is the bathroom (I don't need to say more about this reason), and the other is the storage room, where there are her treasures, whether it is a person or an animal, who steps into it will be considered a thief, either trying to steal her fairy tale books, or trying to steal her pearl necklace.

I keep this rule in mind, and it's engraved into my bones, which is the core movement.

Lynn's lunch, as I expected, was extremely simple.

She wore wide pajamas and tinkered silently for a noon, using the vacuum-packed egg and bacon pasta she bought last time to make herself a breakfast and lunch that was not at all romantic in the movie, and it can be seen that the instant food products in the mall are very well improved, you use a pot of water to pour all the noodles in the packaging bag, and then throw the ingredients into it in turn according to the instructions in the manual, let them soak in the rising batter for ten minutes, and then fish them out, this is the same thing as the color and aroma, The micro-substances and nutrients in the batter will automatically split, and then form, noodles are noodles, bacon is divided into small pieces, eggs are eggs, tomatoes are tomatoes, and then don't sigh at the power of technology, hurry up and eat it while it's hot, baby.

I saw that she was eating very slowly, it was already twelve twenty-eight, and my master was still eating her lunch, which was only 300 grams of noodles, and the ingredients accounted for a full 48 grams.

The praise of this thing is that it is fast, fast ripening and maintains a certain amount of calories and nutrients, and it would be hellish if you could really eat enough, and if it were Mr. Aaron, who was always changing female companions, and was always in the midst of life-rational hunger, he only had to look at the plate, and the next second he would lie down on the big table, let his fingers occupy the high ground above his head, and then casually make a gesture that represented 'OK', which meant that according to his appetite, this noodle would have to be given him at least three servings.

Assuming I'm a mature man with a physical body, I'd be able to serve Lynn a fresh lunch right now, I'd cut the fruit, spread a few layers of strawberry jam on her bread, and if she liked the Chinese breakfast, I was sure I could.

It's a pity I can't.

Lynn ate silently, as if she was competing with this plate of fast food, she must roll it up slowly and methodically, blow it cold and put it in her mouth, otherwise she can't see the good cultivation she has received since she was a child, otherwise I'll be sorry for the thirty minutes she struggled to get up.

There are only two possibilities when she doesn't talk much, one is that she is quietly angry with you, she is quiet, but you will notice that she just wants to force you to agree with her ideas, it is better to keep it quiet, and then beg her to give her another step down, and interpret the girl's self-confidence and arrogance to the extreme;

The second one is much simpler, she just didn't wake up, and she still got up with a full pound of gas, as long as she waited a little longer, she would be fine herself.

I couldn't help it until 12:40, so I chose to remind her tactfully when she got up and her breath was gone: "According to the route and time we calculated before, you should tie your shoes at the door now, Lynn." ”

"Got it." It sounded like she was still battling noodles with teeth and knives and forks.

I'm glad I reminded her, and Lynn finally let go of the poor fast meal, and she put down the cutlery and went back to the bedroom, where she reappeared with a pair of jeans and a half-used white shirt, which was definitely the largest women's size I know, and thinking about the difference between a zero size and an oversized size, she would have more than enough to cram into it.

At twelve forty-three o'clock, a ray of sunlight leaked through the window, and she stood in the light, the most well-lit part of the whole house, her face was smeared with lotion, and her pores were soaked with water, and she looked as fresh as countless mornings.

Lynn is a veteran, she skillfully tied the hem of her shirt into a knot, revealing a strong lower abdomen, a thin waist, jeans are the slim kind, a simple outfit, a simple handful of grabbing hair to make a ponytail, she is a little naturally curly, if you cut her hair short, she will definitely bend a little east and west, like the oldest cupid poster, except that her hair is not blonde.

I don't need to say much about her juicy and delicious, have you seen the green apples you just picked, this is.

"Remember to help me draw the rows of equations above and use them in the chemistry lab next week."

"Okay, I'll do it for you as soon as I can."

Lynn packed up, took out a copy of the corners of the satchel and turned up the folds, the name is the note, it is all the notes and notes she marked, she put it in the transparent glass cover on the side of the terminal, the glass cover is triangular, there are automatic sliders on the left and right to flip through, to put it bluntly, it is a photocopier, but there is no need to turn the pages artificially.

I had imagined her life in college more than once since she was twelve years old, and I was not qualified to participate, but what I had hoped for had come true, and the thorny girl was shedding her childish coat and slowly walking towards the path of light, which was perhaps another gift.

The imagination is wonderful, I imagine that the girl sitting behind her will be jealous of her idleness, that the student sitting next to her will squint 100 percent in order to glance at the answer, and that a boy with gold-framed eyes will come up to her and ask if we can sit together for lunch today.

She's going to be more and more glamorous.

“..........”

"What time is it?"

"Twelve forty-seven, do you need me to call a taxi for you?"

"No need" Lynn moved her mouth, just about to say something, she and I heard the doorbell ringing there at the same time, pressed the first time and it was not over, and continued to press the second time, not giving the person who opened the door a chance to breathe, that is, no matter how big the breath was, he would lose his temper at this time.

The door opened, and I preemptively greeted, "Good afternoon, Mr. Aaron." ”

I've seen him a few percent more often than before, and I don't know if that's some kind of sign.

Aaron nodded, I still have the same old lines, he is still the same, only whistled when he saw Lynn, and urged him to be full: "College students dress like this to go to class?" I remember my grandma also wore it that way when she was younger. ”

Lynn generously rewarded him with a pair of white eyes: "Please speak humanly." ”

"Then I'm wrong, in fact, not only my grandmother, but my mother also wore it when she was in college."

“........... Shut your mouth, I won't be able to catch up if I don't leave. ”

"It's a special car, at least I have to say thank you."

"Didn't you just drop by?"

“..........”

"Okay, so what the hell is psychology and international relations, and is there really someone who has a special name for this kind of thing? Oh and, yesterday my colleague told me a joke that I don't think you've ever heard............"

Lynn put on her shoes, Aaron took the car keys, and their conversation continued from the doorway into the hallway, getting smaller and smaller as the door closed until it was inaudible.

Even though my ear power is beyond the basic value of ordinary people, I can't hear what they are talking about later.

No wonder she has so much time today, she can waste it to her heart's content, someone picks up and drops off and she calls a taxi, which is not the same in the end.

So can I think that she dressed up a little more carefully than before, made up the lotion, smeared some red lipstick, and checked whether her teeth were stained with meat sauce before opening the door, and she did all this for the first look after opening the door, just for this?

I'm a little depressed, it seems that whistlers are always changing, but different people are different;

If it were someone else, or even an elderly person, the whistle they blew would hardly have any other meaning.

But if you change it to Aaron, then everything makes sense.

He is a bad boy, a bad boy meets a rich daughter, and he can win with charm with empty pockets, invincible, and loved by everyone.

He's such a person.