In the darkness, two figures intertwined.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrate, and it was Jiang Qiyan's alarm clock.

Fu Min suppressed his voice and chuckled: "Your mobile phone is very good at picking the time." ”

Jiang Qiyan remembered the camping time and struggled to extinguish the "culprit".

Fu Min raised her hands above her head and restrained her movements: "That's good." ”

The alarm clock went on and off, and then it shook and vibrated for half an hour before it stopped completely.

A sport made the two sweat profusely.

Fu Min carried someone to the bathroom, the rash on his body had subsided, but it was Jiang Qiyan, and his neck and chest had left unremarkable marks.

Jiang Qiyan was very tired, and what he thought before falling asleep was: Today's supper shouldn't gain weight.

Ridiculous thoughts especially like to pop up in the moment of contentment.

The early morning birdsong is crisp and noisy, which can be regarded as noise for two people who do not sleep well.

Jiang Qiyan: "Where is my mobile phone? ”

Fu Min's slender arm picked up the mobile phone on the carpet, and Jiang Qiyan reached out to take it, but he didn't twitch.

"When are you going to release me?"

Jiang Qiyan was stunned for a moment, remembering that this person's number was still lying on the blacklist.

"We don't seem to need to be in touch."

"Ms. Jiang, she doesn't recognize people when she lifts her pants?"

Jiang Qiyan was speechless, and under the burning gaze of this person, he tapped his fingers and lifted his authority.

Because of work, Jiang Qiyan rarely does nails, her nail bed is very beautiful, pale pink, her nails are neatly trimmed, her knuckles are well-proportioned, and the degree of delicacy is comparable to that of a hand model.

Fu Min looked at her hand, his eyes were deep, and he got up to take a bath.

"Yanyan, you were caught by Fu Min again?"

"Yanyan, are you home?"

They were the messages sent by Zhou Congee and Zhao Yanning last night.

Jiang Qiyan replied briefly to her boyfriend, saying that she was too tired and fell asleep when she went home.

Zhao Yanning replied quickly to the news, thoughtfully said that it didn't matter, and asked his girlfriend for advice while the iron was hot if she could go back to see her mother on the weekend.

Jiang Qiyan hesitated, looked at the place he was, and agreed.

By the way, I sent a message to Zhang Mei, but I didn't receive a reply.

Fu Min got up early and took a shower very quickly, compared to Jiang Qiyan's slippery, she had already escaped.

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In the summer, the weather is always changing, and the sun is still shining during the day on Saturday, and it is already pouring rain in the evening.

A white Volkswagen pulls up on the side of the road in a dilapidated neighborhood.

Zhao Yanning bought a lot of things, most of which were health products.

Jiang Qiyan was annoyed that he didn't say earlier that the spacing between the buildings in the old community was small, and the car couldn't drive in.

The two of them had to each have an umbrella and walk slowly with their things.

Since moving out, Jiang Qiyan hasn't been here for a few years.

The money she gave Zhang Mei is not small, I don't know why she didn't move in this old community.

The trail is bumpy, the rain-soaked road is potholed, and the street lamps are in disrepair, like old people wailing and flickering.

Jiang Qiyan thought that if she hadn't come for a long time, she would not be able to remember the twists and turns of the route, but some memories engraved in her bones were not so easy to lose, and she walked smoothly.

Zhao Yanning has a good family background since he was a child, he has never been to such a dilapidated community, he stepped on one puddle after another, and when he went downstairs, he was a little embarrassed.

The light in Zhang Mei's room was on, and Jiang Qiyan knocked on the door for a long time without responding, so he had to take out the key in his bag that had not been used for a long time.

The lock was rusty and dimly lit, so she put her face close to the lock before she reluctantly inserted the key into the slot, then habitually pulled the key out by another millimeter and rotated it counterclockwise.

This is the trick to open an old-fashioned door lock, which is old, and the lock cylinder has been somewhat displaced, and the key can only be twisted by pulling it out a little.

There was really no one in the room, although Zhang Mei's life was chaotic, the furnishings at home were quite neat.

Jiang Qiyan entered his room and took out a towel for Zhao Yanning: "Wipe it, it's all wet." ”

There was a voice at the door, it was Zhang Mei who was back.

Jiang Qiyan: "Why did you go to such a heavy rain?" ”

"Mahjong."

Jiang Qiyan knew that he shouldn't expect her to do anything serious.

"I'll bring Yanning over to meet you officially, and we'll get married."

Zhang Mei was just looking at Zhao Yanning this time, he stood in the small room and looked a little cramped, with a flattering smile on his face: "Auntie, I will speak well." ”

"Got it, let's go back."

Jiang Qiyan was not surprised: "Well, right away." ”

Zhao Yanning didn't expect that there would be a mother who drove people out, and he didn't know how the mother and daughter got along like this, and he found that he didn't seem to know his girlfriend at all.

When the two of them left, they still had two umbrellas, and Jiang Qiyan said that the rain was heavy, and one of them would get wet.

When she was about to turn the corner, Jiang Qiyan looked back upstairs as if she felt something, Zhang Mei was standing by the window, holding a cigarette in her hand, and turned her back when she saw her turn around.

After the figures of the two disappeared, Zhang Mei took out her mobile phone.

The bell rang in the car at the end of the alley, and the man in the back seat rubbed his cane and picked up the phone: "Married?" Really? ”