Saying that, Lan Shuang also opened the lid on it, revealing a stack of awards inside, certificates and ...... Photo?

"If you want to see it, just sit here and watch, there's still my clothes in the room inside, I'll take them out."

"Okay."

Jiang Han agreed and sat on the sofa, picked up the certificate in the box and looked at it, what is the Mandarin certificate, computer level 2 certificate, primary school Chinese teacher qualification certificate, English level 4, blood donation certificate, volunteer certificate, high school graduation certificate......

Big and small, weird, and even a driver's license.

Jiang Han flipped through the photo of Lan Shuang Qing on it, and couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at this thick stack of certificates, Jiang Han could imagine how fulfilling Lan Shuang's life had been in the past few years.

He put these aside, and picked up the following photos to see, from childhood to adulthood, most of them are Lan Shuang's own, and with Du Mingsheng, from the little one to the cardamom girl, from the junior high school campus to the college freshman ceremony, they almost all use the same pose, taking the kind of group photos that look intimate but are a little bit worse.

The more Jiang Han looked at it, the more unsightly his face became, he looked around, and saw a small pair of scissors under the coffee table, his eyes lit up, he immediately picked it up, picked up a photo and carefully began to cut it along the edge.

Lan Shuang packed her luggage in the room, the big suitcase was quickly stuffed, she didn't have a lot of clothes here, a suitcase was more than enough, the rest of the things that could be taken were taken, and those that could not be taken were thrown away, after packing up, she came out with the suitcase, and saw Jiang Han holding scissors and clicking there.

"What are you doing?"

Lan Shuang took a closer look curiously, and found that Jiang Han was pinching her photo with a focused expression - the kind that cut Du Mingsheng off, leaving not a single hair.

This uncle probably still has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the edges of each time must be cut neatly without leaving a single flaw, which looks like the photo is meant to be.

Lan Shuang couldn't help but laugh and felt that such a Jiang Han was a little childish and cute.

Jiang Han glanced up at her, pinched the small scissors and asked, "Can't you?" ”

Lan Shuang smiled and shook her head: "Yes, you can cut it, but it won't be too troublesome?" Why don't you just tear it up and throw it away? It's useless anyway. ”

Saying that, she wanted to pick up the rest of the photos, but Jiang Han stopped her, "No, these photos are from your past, I want to collect them, but I don't want to see the surname Du, so just cut him out, I don't bother." ”

Seeing that he insisted, Lan Shuang didn't stop him, went to get a big pair of scissors, and helped him cut it together.

Soon the rest of the sheets were cut, Lan Shuang got up and moved her somewhat sore neck and hands, but suddenly an arm reached behind her, wrapped around her waist and pushed her to the wall next to her, pinching her chin to make her turn, and the burning breath swept all her senses.

"What are you doing...... Hmmm......"

Broken words are the best testimony of emotion.

Lan Shuang soon ran out of time to think about anything else.

Jiang Han grabbed Lan Shuang's waist strongly, turned around, and kissed him wantonly against the wall.

Lan Shuang had nowhere to focus, so she had to wrap her arms around Jiang Han's neck to borrow strength.

The two of them indulged in the pleasure of this moment, and they didn't realize that the door was opened from the outside, or only Lan Shuang didn't notice it, Jiang Han heard the movement outside the door early in the morning, but he deliberately didn't let go of Lan Shuang.

Needless to say, you can guess who will be there at this time.

Jiang Han's eyes flashed slightly, and he pressed Lan Shuang's hand against the wall, slowly but firmly inserting his fingers into it, and his ten fingers were entangled.

The person who entered the door obviously didn't expect to see such a fragrant picture when he went home, and the whole person was stunned and didn't react at all, until the thing he was carrying fell to the ground and made a breaking sound.

"Smack-"

This crisp sound brought back Lan Shuang's senses, her eyes gradually focused, and she looked at the person at the door, as if she was not satisfied with her inattention, Jiang Han bit her lower lip lightly.

Lan Shuang snorted, then pushed Jiang Han, and said vaguely, "Someone." ”

Jiang Han reluctantly left her lips at this time, turned around and looked at her fiercely, with a little desire and dissatisfaction.

"You...... You guys? Du Mingsheng looked like he had been hit by a huge blow, staggered back, but forgot that he didn't close the door, he stepped into the air and fell directly into the corridor, if he hadn't grabbed the stairs next to him in time, he was afraid that he would be able to roll down.

Jiang Han sneered, turned around and put the photos on the coffee table back into the tin box, and walked out with the tin box and the suitcase.

walked to the door and said to Du Mingsheng: "It's an eyesore." ”

Du Ming didn't breathe in anger, he almost suffocated, he got up from the ground suddenly, reached out to pull Jiang Han's collar, Lan Shuang stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Do what?" Du Mingsheng's eyes were red: "Shouldn't I ask you this?" ”

He looked at Lan Shuang in disbelief: "You just take a wild man back to our home, you are still here with him in front of me, have you ever thought about my feelings?" ”

Lanshuang: "......"

Why does this smell of an ancient brain-dead drama?

Gender is wrong, big brother?

Fortunately, at this point, most people go to work, and no one in the corridor pays attention to this.

Lan Shuang shook off Du Mingsheng's hand and said indifferently, "Why should you consider your feelings?" First, as I said before, we will be enemies when we meet again, and if we are affectionate in front of the enemy, do we still have to ask the enemy's opinion? ”

"Second, didn't you say I broke up with you? So who am I making out with and what does it have to do with you? ”

"Third, this is my boyfriend, fiancé, not a wild man in your mouth, please be respectful."

"Fourth." Lan Shuang showed him the spare key in his hand: "I said hello to the landlord and came back, who knew that you would come back suddenly?" I don't blame you for interrupting us for kissing. ”

Du Mingsheng's eyes widened, "What? ”

His mind was a mess, and he only heard Lan Shuang say that Jiang Han was her fiancé.

"Are you really with him? How long? You've gotten to this point? ”

Lan Shuang didn't react yet, and Jiang Han, who heard this, was unhappy for a moment.

He let go of the suitcase, grabbed Du Mingsheng's clothes, and threw the person into the room with a little force, Du Mingsheng fell to the ground, his painful features wrinkled together.

"You pushed her into the abyss first, so who are you to question why she blossomed in the abyss?"

Jiang Han raised his hand and stroked Lanshuang's face, his movements were gentle and pitying, "Let's go." ”

Lan Shuang nodded, gentle and peaceful when facing Jiang Han, but when she looked at Du Mingsheng, the temperature in her eyes faded cleanly, "Du Mingsheng, wait, your good days are still ahead." ”

With that, she slammed the door shut.