Zhao Yanning sent Jiang Qiyan home, and hesitated before she closed the door: "Yanyan, did you know that Mr. Fu before?" ”

"How?"

"I just feel like you know each other."

The girlfriend in Zhao Yanning's eyes has always been dignified and self-controlled, as if no one or anything can enter her eyes, but when she found them at that time, she rarely showed an anxious look on her face.

"Don't think about it. I'm tired, go and rest first. ”

Jiang Qiyan kissed him on the cheek and smiled softly and decently.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll take you to buy a new phone tomorrow."

The first time she took the initiative to kiss him, Zhao Yanning calmed down a little and left with interest.

After dating for half a year, Jiang Qiyan never let him enter the door, with a strong sense of boundary, and there was always a veil between the two.

Jiang Qiyan is tall, delicate-looking, a pair of fox eyes are breathtaking, but the temperament is cold, and the sense of contrast is very strong, Zhao Yanning fell in love with her when she first met, but she didn't expect her to agree to her pursuit.

He likes Jiang Qiyan very much, she meets all his fantasies about women, she is beautiful and generous, and she never makes a fuss, and all her friends praise him for finding a stunner. Even if he has never touched her, he is full of expectations for the future, after all, the future is long, and he is reluctant to push people too hard.

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Jiang Qiyan leaned against the door, rubbing her lips vigorously with the back of her hand, she knew that she had a problem, for so many years, she couldn't stand physical contact with anyone of the opposite sex.

Except for Fu Min.

After tossing for so long, she was really tired, moved into the bathroom, and simply took a shower.

When I got to the bedroom, I took out the contraceptive pill and swallowed one before throwing myself into the quilt and falling into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Fu Min kept calling her name, again and again, lingering and nostalgic.

Jiang Qiyan was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and looked at the alarm clock at the head of the bed, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

She wiped the sweat from her body and exhaled slowly.

When I got out of bed, my right foot touched the ground lightly and felt it, and the pain faded a lot, and it was not serious, but for some reason it was difficult to walk an inch last night.

The landline bell in the living room broke and rang, and it shouted persistently.

"You're not dead, why don't you answer the phone?" It is her mother Zhang Mei in the legal sense.

"Short of money again?" Jiang Qiyan listened to the sound of mahjong on the opposite side, and could imagine the appearance of this person swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

"I'll hurry up if I know." After a pause for a few seconds, he added: "Stay away from the surname Fu." ”

The phone hung up, and a woman's sneer came from the empty room, so well-informed, and she didn't know who to stay away from.

The bell rang again.

"What's wrong again?" She picked up the earpiece, her tone impatient.

"Jiang Qiyan, your mobile phone is here." The man's clear voice came.

Only then did she realize that the caller's number was a little familiar: "Don't." ”

"Oh. Then give it to your boyfriend, surnamed Zhao. ”

“…… Address. ”

After Fu Min finished reporting the address and password, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his fingers swayed on the phone case, and his eyes were full of certainty.

Li Suiyu labeled the medicines one by one and instructed, "Remember to take them." Also, your dad told you to stay away from her. ”

"Get out."

Li Suiyu knew his answer and left.

Fu Min slammed the ashtray in his hand to the ground, the glass shattered on the tiles, he gasped, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated slightly.

After a long time, the sound of the combination lock sounded.

"Here we are."

Fu Min looked at the visitor, his eyes locked, and his tone was lazy.

Jiang Qiyan ignored the debris on the ground, stood still in front of him and stretched out his hand: "Mobile phone." ”

Fu Min handed it over obediently, and when she pressed the handle with her back to herself and was about to go out, she slowly got up and cried out softly.

Jiang Qiyan turned around when he heard this, and his tone was helpless: "What do you want to do?" ”

Fu Min's hair was not completely dry, and the slightly wet bangs hung softly on her forehead, raising her eyes to look at her aggrieved and innocent.

Jiang Qiyan closed the door in resignation, walked back on tiptoe, and helped the person to the sofa and sat down.

"I'm hungry. There are meals in the kitchen and you can eat them when they are hot. ”

Fu Min makes people right.

Jiang Qiyan felt that he was also hungry, he hadn't eaten since the barbecue last night, and it was estimated that this person was about the same.

Ten minutes later, the plate was just served.

Jiang Qiyan's mobile phone vibrate, and after she picked it up, her tone was not good: "I'll transfer it to you immediately." ”

Zhang Mei on the other end said fiercely: "Get out of the house surnamed Fu." ”