Yan Nian was originally dragged away by Jiang Beiyuan. Passing by Yan Yuming's room, he suddenly thought of the black box.
"wait for me a while!"
She quickly pushed Jiang Beiyuan away, quickly buckled the lid of the black box in the room, and stuffed the purple candy wrapper into her pocket.
When she came out again, holding a large black cardboard box in her arms, she smiled innocently at Jiang Beiyuan.
"You can leave now!"
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes and stared at her arms: "What's in the box?"
"It's nothing, they are all things from junior high school. I plan to take them home as a collection!"
junior high school
His expression froze, his thin lips pursed again and again, and finally he said nothing.
Downstairs, the few people who were moaning just now have disappeared, and Ma Xueyan doesn't know where they are.
The mahjong table was crooked and fell to the side, and there was a pile of mahjong on the ground.
Yan Nian was confused: "What's going on?"
Jiangbeiyuan shrugged his shoulders innocently.
"I have no idea."
Yan Nian was confused: "Is there no one at home when you came in??"
Jiang Beiyuan hummed and nodded, "No one is there."
"… oh."
Maybe Ma Xueyan went out for something.
Yan Nian thought in his heart.
…
Only when Yan Nian walked out did he realize that Jiang Beiyuan had changed cars today.
The black Rolls-Royce has a long and narrow body and a luxurious and restrained tone. The setting sun casts a layer of light and shadow on it.
"Where's your Aston Martin?"
"In the garage."
"oh oh."
Yan Nian didn't ask any more questions, carried the black box to the back seat, then walked around to the front, and sat in the passenger seat with a lot of knowledge.
Jiangbeiyuan started the car.
The carriage is quiet.
Yan Nian turned to look at the rows of trees passing by outside the window, and all he could think about was the words "Jiang Ting, Yan Nian, will never be separated."
By the way, when was this sentence written
She and Jiang Ting hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they weren't familiar with each other at all.
The more Yan Nian thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he sent a WeChat message to Ding Baoyi—
"Hey, hey, hey, let's meet at the Peak Restaurant at 12 noon tomorrow. We have something important to discuss! Whoever doesn't come will get acne on his face!"
Next to her, Jiang Beiyuan was driving with one hand, turned a corner, and looked at her, "Who are you sending a message to?"
"No one, just Ding Baoyi!"
Yan Nian had no intention of telling Jiang Beiyuan until he figured out Jiang Ting's matter.
Because now she is very confused as to what is going on.
She quickly closed WeChat, pretended to be calm and opened Douyin, and started to watch funny videos to distract herself.
A slender white hand suddenly snatched her phone away.
Yan Nian yelled, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his thin lips, turned a corner on the Beihuan Road ahead, and then said, "Stop playing with your phone and talk to your husband."
"What are you talking about? I can't find a topic to talk to you without scrolling through Douyin!"
Jiangbeiyuan: "..."
So the whole journey was speechless.
Fifteen minutes later, the black car stopped in front of a supermarket.
This is the largest shopping supermarket in Ningcheng. It is located in the bustling business district. It is open from nine to twelve and is the latest supermarket to close in Ningcheng.
"What are you doing here? Do you want to go to the supermarket?"
Yan Nian looked at the man beside him in confusion.
"Well," Jiang Beiyuan unbuckled his seat belt, "There is nothing to eat at home, come here and buy some."
"Oh that's fine!"
Yan Nian also unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. As if nothing unhappy had ever happened between the two of them, Jiang Beiyuan held her hand and walked toward the supermarket with their fingers intertwined.
(End of chapter)