Jiang Miao stayed with Song Chen for several days, and every day was very happy, they were like ordinary little couples.

It's rare, and it seems that I have regained the feeling of love I had when I was at school.

Jiang Miao bought a few pots of flowers from the market and came back to raise them, and every day when Song Chen went out to work, she watered the flowers and took pictures.

The only thing that upset her was that no one was looking for her.

She naturally doesn't want to be troubled or disturbed, but she is completely indulgent, neither like the old man's style, nor the style of Yuan Yanqi.

This has always made her uneasy.

Not long after Song Chen left, Jiang Miao filled the kettle with water, but before he could pour it one by one, there was a knock on the door.

The door was opened, and the person standing in the door was unexpected, but expected.

"You won't want me to come in and sit down?" Yuan Yanqi put his hands in his pockets, and looked past Jiang Miao to squint inside, as if he was watching a joke.

Jiang Miao's footsteps blocked the door and did not move, she could see from Yuan Yanqi's eyes that Yuan Yanqi was not rare at all, and she really went in to visit.

"It's very warm, why bother with lack of confidence."

Yuan Yanqi raised his hand to push Jiang Miao away slightly, and stepped in by himself.

Yuan Yanqi really presented duplicity to the point of vividness, and the warm cabin he said in his mouth began to frown from the moment he stepped in, and the irony in his eyes was particularly obvious.

"Pour a glass of water."

Yuan Yanqi was disgusted, but he still sat down on the sofa.

When he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Miao, he hooked his lips and raised his eyebrows as if he was smiling.

Jiang Miao took a deep breath, still suppressed her emotions, and poured a glass of water for Yuan Yanqi.

Yuan Yanqi took it, didn't drink it, smiled and put it directly on the coffee table, he just had to Jiang Miao's ceremony, you have to serve me when I arrive, but it is my freedom to drink or not.

"Talking about things", seeing Yuan Yanqi's attitude, Jiang Miao no longer tolerated it, and sat directly next to him, straight to the point.

"Home alone?" Yuan Yanqi replied to the question, lowered his head and pretended to glance at the time, "You are at ease now, no one cares about you, and you sleep until this point every day?" ”

"Yuan Yanqi, there is something to say."

Jiang Miao's volume couldn't help but increase, she really couldn't see Yuan Yanqi like this, her fists were hard.

"I'm fine, I just wanted to come over and see how you're doing outside, and by the way, your boyfriend will come back later, and I can treat you to dinner."

"Thank you for your kindness", Jiang Miao snorted coldly, not sincere at all, "You can go back if you have nothing to do, he won't ...... until night" Jiang Miao didn't finish speaking, and suddenly paused again, staring at Yuan Yanqi like waking up from a dream.

Yuan Yanqi met her gaze and shrugged his shoulders slightly, unable to do anything, it was none of his business.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Jiang Miao bounced up from the sofa and was already on the verge of roaring.

Yuan Yanqi didn't speak, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Miao, and seemed to appreciate Jiang Miao's anger for a while with great interest.

"Let's go, I'll show you what your boyfriend is doing now."

Yuan Yanqi looked at Jiang Miao's angry heaving chest, suddenly got up, grabbed Jiang Miao's wrist, and pulled her to the door.

Jiang Miao subconsciously resisted and broke free, shook off Yuan Yanqi's hand, and his eyes were red with anger, "Yuan Yanqi, are you sick?" ”

Yuan Yanqi lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand that was thrown away, and sighed casually, looking innocent and helpless, "Look at how you have wronged me every day." ”

"Or else? I'll send you back to the old house, and you and the old man will be scolded face to face, okay? What's the matter with you losing your temper at me like this, it's not that I'm going to break you up, you know better than me, this is what the old man meant. ”

"Then you will be indiscriminate and treat him as a lackey regardless of right and wrong?" Jiang Miao was also angry.

Yuan Yanqi frowned, stared at Jiang Miao for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled, "Could it be that I want to be a lackey for you?" ”

"Let's go, I'll wait for you downstairs, if you don't want this house to live at night."

Yuan Yanqi glanced at Jiang Miao, ignored her anger, passed by her, and went out with the door.

Five minutes later, Jiang Miao still appeared in Yuan Yanqi's field of vision.

She understands too well that Yuan Yanqi has the character of doing what he says, and as long as he wants to do it, he will really be able to do it.

Angry is angry, but she still subconsciously knows that there is no way to change it, she doesn't dare to let Yuan Yanqi wait too long.

When Jiang Miao sat in the co-pilot, Yuan Yanqi came over sideways and fastened her seat belt, from her movements to her expression, as if all the unpleasantness that happened in the rental house just now had never existed.

Jiang Miao looked at Yuan Yanqi's side face, Yuan Yanqi glanced at her lightly, didn't say anything, and started the car.

was silent all the way, Jiang Miao looked at Yuan Yanqi's calm side face, and stopped talking several times.

Jiang Miao wanted to ask, asking where Yuan Yanqi was taking her, but it didn't make sense to think about it.

After a while, the car stopped opposite a commercial building, which was a company.

Yuan Yan started and parked the car, didn't get out of the car, just rolled down the window for the most part, and then tapped the steering wheel with his casual fingertips, silent.

Jiang Miao unfastened the seat belt silently, and without asking, he was already able to know what this place was.

Within a few minutes, Song Chen's figure appeared, coming out of the building, depressed, and hugging a big cardboard box, a typical resignation state.

Jiang Miao didn't feel good in her heart, it was because of her that Song Chen lost her job.

Song Chen looked depressed, and he didn't take a taxi, so he walked along the road blankly holding the cardboard box until his figure became smaller.

"What I'm asking you is, if you have nothing, will he break up with you, but I'm sorry, the old man doesn't think so, the old man means, if you all have nothing, how long can you last?"

Yuan Yanqi looked at Jiang Miao, his voice indifferent.

Jiang Miao sat numbly, looking extremely depressed, she didn't even need to be hysterical at the moment.

Yuan Yanqi sighed lightly, reached over and held Jiang Miao's hand, and gently stroked the back of her hand.

Jiang Miao raised her eyes, and her gaze fell directly on Yuan Yanqi's slightly drooping face, she couldn't see that Yuan Yanqi had the slightest guilt at this moment, but the strength of the caress on her hand was like playing with a toy, lazy and casual.

Jiang Miao pushed Yuan Yanqi's hand away, raised his hand and fanned Yuan Yanqi.

Yuan Yanqi stared at her leisurely, grasped Jiang Miao's hand with an unchanged face, and then pressed Jiang Miao into his arms with a hard pull.

Jiang Miao struggled, but couldn't break free.

Yuan Yan pressed the back of Jiang Miao's head with force, and pressed it tightly against his chest.

Yuan Yanqi lowered his head slightly, buried his face in Jiang Miao's hair, sniffed hard, and then spoke in a calm tone.

"Think about it, think about it, what should you do to make the right choice?"