Tightening the crumpled black robe on his body, Meng walked to the door, only to feel more cold.

Obviously, yesterday was still sunny and cloudless, how could it be that it was a night away, completely skipping the "autumn high air" and running directly to the "autumn wind"?

Meng pinched his fingers and counted the old yellow calendar, and counted it three times in a row, there is still a month before the autumn equinox, and even if it is autumn, it is impossible to go directly to the late autumn season without any transition.

After thinking for a while, I thought that the apartment was different from ordinary places, and that it might have its own set of rules for the four seasons, so I put aside the doubts in my heart for a while.

But at this time, as soon as this little cool breeze blew, the sleepy insects flew away, and Meng, who couldn't sleep, decided that there was no class today.

Therefore, Meng, who couldn't sleep and didn't want to make breakfast, decided to go out...... Do things.

Like most girls, Meng didn't want to go out, and he could walk with his feet right away.

Although she is naturally beautiful and talented, she does not need to spend a lot of time grease and powder, but you must know that Meng Liao is not an ordinary girl, but the landlord of the apartment.

After making up his mind, Meng took two steps and climbed up to his room and quickly changed his clothes.

ran to the room of the Jumang couple again, grasped the strength and rhythm with his little hands, and slammed a few times, taking pictures of the disheveled sentence and the resentful Boss She.

Pulling the sentence mang, there were two more bursts of gump, and he sent Jiqi back to the room to settle it.

Finally, before the whole apartment was about to be woken up by Queen Meng's "pop" march, Meng put on a pink knitted cardigan, pushed his bicycle, and walked out of the courtyard gate gracefully.

Meng Liao rode his bicycle through the alley, and when he reached the main road, he realized that it was not only his apartment that suddenly entered autumn, but also pedestrians in autumn clothes rushing to work on the street.

The tall plane trees on both sides of the Sycamore Avenue also shed palm-sized leaves.

Pushing the car to a steaming breakfast shop, Meng pulled the car to the side to avoid blocking others' walking, and put his hands together next to his mouth to exhale hot air.

When I entered the store, the small store was full of no less than 20 people, so I picked up a chair nearby, and while wiping the table with a napkin, Meng said to the waiter: "Please bring me a drawer of xiaolongbao, a fritter, and a bowl of soy milk, thank you." ”

After the waiter wrote it down, he confirmed that there was no omission, and was about to go to the kitchen, when Meng spoke again, "By the way, according to what I ordered just now, pack ten copies, I'll take it when I leave, I'll trouble you." ”

After a while, the waiter just now brought Meng the breakfast she ordered, the xiaolongbao skin is thin and the filling is large, the soup is rich, the fritters are crispy, and the soy milk is mellow.

Meng expressed his vision for choosing a breakfast restaurant and expressed his affirmation.

The waiter brought a packed breakfast at the right time, and the packaging was tight, as for the quantity......

I calculated in my heart that the people in the apartment who needed to eat breakfast, minus Meng Ji and Edward, the two people who never ate breakfast, and the wind that I don't know where now......

Thinking of the wind, Meng Luo's hand holding the breakfast tightened, and he felt irritable for no reason, because there was no news since the man followed the rain master last night, and he was even more complacent because of some of his ambiguous behaviors.

Others didn't say anything at all, they thought too much about themselves, Meng thought he was not a low-eyed, unrealistic person, some things, since it was impossible, then don't think about it.

Thinking like this, Meng retrieved the bicycle and rode slowly.

Since it is out to do something, it is difficult to come out for a trip, and it must be enough to turn around, as for whether the breakfast will be cold because of this, Landlord Meng said that he just ate hot food anyway.

Turn to the entrance of a milk eating street, as the name suggests, a street of milk tea snacks, Meng Liao rode a bicycle and turned in.

Because it was working time, and it was early in the morning, there were basically no people on the milk street, and there were not many shops open.

Smelling the sweet smell for two minutes, Meng Liao came to a pastry house, and was about to go inside, when he glanced at the small blackboard in front of the store, and a few fluorescent words "Wind Whisper Series", just like that, a big thorn appeared in front of Meng Li.

Wind......

Meng looked complicated for a moment, decided to refuse to enter, turned around and raised his eyes, and there was a milk tea shop called "Tingfeng" on the opposite side.

Looking around, the word "wind" of different sizes and styles is permeated in every corner.

Meng's face turned dark, Yaya, why didn't I find this word so commonly used before?!

I was unhappy in my heart, and it was no longer interesting to do things, so Meng Li returned to the apartment with a little face and a black face less than two hours after going out.

Entering the door, the sofa in the rest area was full of people, Bai Shu saw Meng, looked at the breakfast in her hand in surprise, ran over and ignored Meng's black face, and ran directly to the restaurant.

Xu Qingyun saw Meng Liao dressed up and came back from going out, and smiled, "It turns out that the landlord of Xiao Meng has gone out, do you think that today's temperature has dropped very strangely." ”

At this time, Meng was in a very bad mood, and he put it on his face, and said angrily, "I want to know, you go out and feel the feelings yourself!"

The gauze on Quanke's body was also changed to a long skirt made of unknown fur and brocade, the length covered the tail, and he pouted, "I don't like it to be so cold all of a sudden." ”

Xu Qingyun touched a nail, touched his nose awkwardly, looked around, and was about to find a topic to ease the atmosphere at this time, but saw Jiqi standing in the aisle, "Jiqi girl is here!"

Meng heard this, and also turned his head to look, "Jiqi, you are here, your health is better......

"The word" was swallowed raw before the question was spit out, and it was replaced by greater and deeper doubts and incomprehension, is the person in front of him really Jiqi?

Don't complain about Meng thinking like this, it is really the Jiqi who appeared in front of everyone in front of him, and it looks really weird.

I saw that she had waist-length long straight black hair tied up in a flying fairy bun, wearing a plain long skirt, covering her feet, and she couldn't tell what shoes she was wearing, but in terms of height, it seemed to be about ten centimeters shorter than before.

If it is said that compared with the hot and sexy fashionable clothes in the past, it is indeed different.

But what is even more strange is that the Jiqi in front of him, with a pair of willow leaf thin eyebrows, bright eyes, and light lips. is obviously still the same facial features, but the temperament at this time is very different from before.

Meng Liao was puzzled in his heart, could it be that the immortal had a fever, could he still change his temperament and completely change a person?

was puzzled, just now with my husband, you and me, Qingqing and me, a sentence of disbelief,

"Why did you run out early?!"