Jiang Ling's home is very luxuriously furnished, and there is no lack of literary sense. There is everything in the popular household appliances of the moment. The home is also spotless. The white refrigerator was covered with a large light blue scarf with a pot of jasmine on it.

He is a very particular man.

At least, that's what it looks like.

Su Yuan withdrew her gaze from the pot of jasmine and followed Jiang Ling to the sofa.

"Sit."

Jiang Ling raised his hand casually, and his attitude was very polite.

Only people who have nothing to do with it will be polite.

Su Yuan didn't say anything, put the bag on the plain fabric sofa, and sat on the side.

Jiang Ling saw that her posture today was very restrained, and she was also relaxed, and even pretended to ask:

"Do you want water?"

"No need."

Su Yuan knew that he didn't plan to pour water for her.

Jiang Ling was really not polite, and sat down directly: "Say, what's the matter?" ”

He still looked impatient as soon as he spoke.

Su Yuan was patient and smiled.

"Jiang Ling, you're too much, aren't you? People say that a husband and wife are 100 days a day, although we are not husband and wife, but we are almost like husband and wife. How did you change your face when you turned it? ”

This is tantamount to a cliché and is very annoying.

"Su Yuan, you are a smart person. You don't need to talk about those things that are happening on the spot, do you? I know you feel wrong. But I didn't treat you badly, did I? Didn't I get that money back? And that house, haven't you lived in it all the time? ”

The money Jiang Ling said was the one she had used to settle with the publishing house behind his back.

That's some, and he didn't want to come back after the fuss.

It turned out that he had used the money as a hand-made fee.

But how much is that? Compared to what he had, it was a drop in the bucket.

This man, he thought that little money would be able to send her away? Is she so lowly?

Does he still have the face to mention the house? I don't pay any rent. and made a look of how much benefit it had given her. It's disgusting.

Su Yuan's heart twisted, but the curvature of the corners of her lips hooked deeper.

"What are you angry about? I'm not here to tell you this. Yes, I admit it, at first I wanted to pull you on against Xu Tian. But then, believe it or not, I wasn't just there to deal with her. ”

She looked at Jiang Ling earnestly, her watery eyes were full of affection, and there was still a trace of sadness in her eyes.

Literary and artistic workers are mostly emotional people.

What's more, the woman in front of her, when she was messy and entangled, her appearance was still very good.

She has fair skin, beautiful facial features, and when she shows weakness, her sparkling almond eyes look at him like this, very gentle and pitiful. It makes people's hearts soften.

Jiang Ling didn't speak, he was silent.

Su Yuan saw that his face had softened, and she couldn't stop sneering in her heart.

This man is a wall grass, and he can make him sway with a casual gesture of goodwill.

She tried not to show this emotion, her eyes drifted softly towards him, and then she got up and walked to the triangular cupboard where the water bottle was kept.

Jiang Ling glanced back, thinking that she was going to pour water to drink, but she didn't care, and turned her face back.

Su Yuan stood in front of the triangular cupboard, glanced back, and saw that he didn't look at her, so she turned her face again.

She took a hurried ceramic cup, quietly removed a syringe from her sleeve, and injected a tube of colorless and odorless liquid into the cup.

She then hid the needle back in her sleeve.

After hiding it, she took the tea can, pinched a little tea in the cup, and then took the thermos and poured water.

This cup was poured, and she poured another cup.

A few minutes later, she came back with two cups of tea, first placing her own cup on the table, and then carrying another cup around behind Jiang Ling.

She stood behind him, her arms reaching out from behind him, and lowered the glass.

The arm retracted and hooked directly around his neck.

"If I say I really like you, you probably won't believe you. It's all true, though. I don't like ordinary men, so I used to like Gu Changqing. But he was too cold. You're different. Your heart is warm. I'm with you, I can feel your heart. I'm kind to you, and you can respond. You are not him, his heart is stone. Jiang Ling, I'm already in love with you. ”

When she said this, she wanted to vomit.

Loving someone doesn't change so easily.

Especially the love of admiration. The more you don't get it, the more you admire it. Even if that person had hurt her to the point that her body was completely damaged, she still thought about him in her heart.

Hate and love. No one can understand this feeling.

How can the person in front of him compare with him?

Su Yuan endured the overturning of the river and the sea in her heart, her arms were not loose or tight around Jiang Ling's neck, and a thin and soft little hand rubbed against his chest.

Such a fine and soft rubbing made Jiang Ling's nerves gradually tense.

However, he did not immediately succumb to this warm onslaught.

His mind was fairly clear.

"What are you telling me about now? And what do you want to calculate against me? ”

He didn't move, his tone was cold.

Su Yuan turned her back to him, lying on his shoulder, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, but the tone on her mouth was tender.

"What can I calculate for you? I was wrong with the previous thing. But I'm not stupid. You already know the things, I'm going to calculate you again, haven't I thrown myself into the net? You're a writer, and you're like a mirror in your heart. If I play tricks in front of you again, isn't that self-defeating?

This is a wonderful thing, and he directly brought a high hat to Jiang Ling, and Jiang Ling was a little fluttery when he heard it, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but hook up.

"You still have points in your heart."

"Of course."

Su Yuan smiled, and her soft lips deliberately wiped his neck.

"You didn't come during this time, and I thought about it a lot. Today, Aunt Li came to ask for the rent, and I also paid it. I'm not here to ask you for money. I have a job myself and am not short of money. In the past, it was nothing more than angry with you and others. Why? Don't you know in your heart? ”

Because I love you.

Her subtext.

Believe it or not, but it does make people feel a lot more comfortable.

Jiang Ling didn't speak, enjoying the caress of the little hand, and casually picked up the teacup in front of him.

This is the best West Lake Longjing, the green tea has gradually sunk, and the tea soup is bright and fragrant.

He picked it up, took two sips, and put it down again.

Su Yuan looked at the cup of tea, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

She asked, her gentle tone wrapping around the man's neck like silk.

Jiang Ling's Adam's apple rolled: "I'm not angry. I just don't want to argue with you. I'm a quiet person, you know. ”

Did he just distance himself from her because he didn't want to quarrel with her?

Of course not. He was tired of playing and disgusted.

But she didn't pierce him, but whispered in his ear:

"I know. It was me who was wrong before. I was dizzy. I know I'm going crazy with you all together. But now I've figured it out. None of this is your fault. You're so good, you can't help those people if they want to pester you. I can be tempted by you, and so can others. What do I care about? ”

Men love to hear women say things like that.

The more obedient they are, the more they feel accomplished.

"Why are you so obedient today?"

Jiang Ling finally turned his face and said with a smile.

Su Yuan didn't speak, she threw her eyes, muttered, hooked his neck and turned to him, and sat in his arms with her legs weak.