"Are you going back to school?" In order to ease Shen Yumo's embarrassment, Jiang Ziquan had to change the subject and pretended to be relaxed.
"No, I'm going home." Shen Yumo was a little annoyed, and was kissed in vain, Jiang Ziquan seemed to be fine, and his tone was a little displeased.
"Didn't you say you live on campus?" Jiang Ziquan touched his head and said suspiciously.
"The school is not ready yet." Shen Yumo was a little embarrassed when he explained.
"Then I haven't delivered milk tea these days, so don't blame me."
Shen Yumo naturally shook his head, and even secretly smiled.
"Your home is very far from here." Jiang Ziquan actually wanted Shen Yumo to stay there. She looked at her watch and said, "The bus should stop now."
"Well, then I'll take a taxi back."
"That can't be done, you see it's so late now." Jiang Ziquan waved his hand hastily, worried: "Didn't you watch the news? It's not safe for a beautiful woman to take a taxi at night. I'm not worried."
Shen Yumo rarely saw Jiang Ziquan look so serious, but was stunned for a moment. The recent news did say that it is not safe for girls to take a taxi at night: "Then I will call and ask my dad to pick it up."
Jiang Ziquan came over, stopped her from pulling out her phone, and sniffed in front of her again: "Father-in-law must have already slept so late. I think you drank a bit of the bar just now, and it's not practical to drive by yourself."
Shen Yumo ignored her father-in-law, and combined with the meaning in her words, she always felt that she had some intentions, and continued to ask, "What should I do?"
"I also drank today." Jiang Ziquan scratched his hair, but he was roaring in his heart and said go to my house.
Shen Yumo also understood that when his brother got married, how could a younger sister not drink alcohol, and thought for a while and said, "Then I'll live at a friend's house, her house is not far away."
After speaking, he raised his long legs and took a few steps.
Jiang Ziquan: "..."
Jiang Ziquan pursed his nose, and his pupils became a little bigger in shock. He immediately regained his composure, and said, "Who is she? Single? Or married?"
"One is single and one is married." Shen Yumo guessed Jiang Ziquan's inner thoughts. As a teacher, she was quite familiar with this routine, so she wanted to tease her.
Jiang Ziquan's face collapsed, but fortunately, the night black wind was not too high, and he complained: "Mr. Shen, you have a lot of friends."
To this end, she also used honorifics, and her inner collapse was evident.
Shen Yumo smirked, her face still serious: "I grew up in Beijin, and I still have three or two friends."
Jiang Ziquan thought about it for about three seconds: "I don't think it's very suitable for sleeping."
"Why?" Shen Yumo was still curious about what kind of fallacies Jiang Ziquan could think of in such a short period of time, stood still and looked into her eyes.
"I'm single, I think she might have an idea for you. I said I don't wear an environmental hat. What if I confess to you this Christmas?"
"Ah"
Shen Yumo was annoyed by her and snorted coldly.
Jiang Ziquan lowered his voice and continued, "Mr. Shen, your voice is so sexy."
The melon eaters next to me ate popcorn and said with a blushing face, "I think I'm in love."
When Jiang Ziquan heard the words, he turned his head and gave her an eyeful expression.
Shen Yumo adjusted, turned his head to the side, avoiding the gazes of passers-by just now, and said, "What about married?"
"People want to laugh, this beautiful time, isn't it in your way?" Jiang Ziquan said directly, because in her subconscious, Shen Yumo and her fiancé must have been like this, and everyone will be there soon. Older people, why be so secretive
Although she hasn't even sent her first kiss out yet.
"You" Shen Yumo digested what she meant, and could only say a word to her in a sullen voice, turned around a little angrily, and slapped Jiang Ziquan with her long black and beautiful hair.
Jiang Ziquan blinked, her hair brushed across her face, with some faint fragrance on Shen Yumo's body, which made her a little itchy, she scratched her face with her hand dumbfoundedly, and said, "Ztm's A has exploded. "
In less than five minutes, Jiang Ziquan was able to make the always good-tempered Shen Yumo speechless twice, and I have to say that this is also a skill.
"Why don't you stay at my house."
Jiang Ziquan blushed, even though he had done a good job for himself, he always felt that he was not very pure. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers on his trousers, and looked at Shen Yumo very seriously.
"thumping"
Shen Yumo heard the voice, looked up and said, perfectly missing Jiang Ziquan's voice, someone was setting off fireworks.
Jiang Ziquan felt a little sad in her heart, and the words she finally said were overshadowed by fireworks.
"It's pretty."
Jiang Ziquan heard her speak and turned to look at her.
The light brought by the fireworks reflected on Shen Yumo's side face, the fair and handsome face showed a bit of tranquility, and the white mist caused by breathing floated in front of her, and Shen's wife Standing here quietly like this, it is like a painting, and even the lipstick that I just smeared on it adds a little bit of beauty.
"Beautiful, so beautiful."
Jiang Ziquan said repeatedly with admiration that of course she wasn't boasting about fireworks.
Shen Yumo nodded in agreement, then turned his head and said, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly."
Jiang Ziquan swallowed his own saliva. His wife is so provocative, but she doesn't give her food. What should I do
Shen Yumo raised her eyebrows again, why was she dazed, not as clever as before: "Are you frozen?"
Jiang Ziquan, as a coquettish beauty who needs grace and not temperature, still wears a knitted skirt today. The skirt just goes past the knees, and a cotton jacket and a knitted hat are wrapped on it. The calf is a little red from the cold.
Jiang Ziquan turned his head, and immediately looked weak: "I feel like I'm going to get sick from the cold today, Teacher Shen, why don't you come to my house to take care of me for one night? Please."
He also sneezed cooperatively.
"Would it be good for a Christmas present?"
Jiang Ziquan completely forgot the fact that he stole his family's house just now, and continued to speak shamelessly.
Shen Yumo looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed, and seeing her cheeks flushed from the cold, she couldn't bear it after all: "Okay."
Jiang Ziquan was completely convinced that Shen Yumo was soft-hearted and deliberately did whatever he wanted.
Jiang Ziquan pretended to be weak as soon as she said it, and after a while, she was pressed down on Shen Yumo's body. She was very thin, but she was tall, and Shen Yumo was tired in the winter with a thin layer of sweat.
"You smell so good"
Shen Yumo ignored her tone, and helped her to walk slowly to Jiang Ziquan's apartment. It was obviously less than a kilometer away, and the two walked for almost 20 minutes. Jiang Ziquan was really talking a lot of nonsense.
"Miss Jiang, if you are weak, take a rest in peace." Shen Yumo was too tired from her, and her tone became a little weak.
Seeing this, Jiang Ziquan hurriedly closed his mouth and quietly stared at Shen Yumo's profile.
Her home is too close, and she arrived before she left for a while, Jiang Ziquan was a little dissatisfied.
Shen Yumo looked at the stairs somewhat unexpectedly, and there are very few places without elevators now.
"What floor is your house on?"
"Third floor. 320"
Jiang Ziquan saw that his goal had been achieved, and he took advantage of it. He couldn't bear to continue to work hard, so he slowly got up from her, held the handle of the stairs with his hands, and explained seriously: "It may be that as soon as you enter the corridor. Inside, it's a lot warmer, and I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."
Shen Yumo didn't believe her nonsense, she knew in her heart that she was pretending to be pitiful again, and she couldn't really let it go, so she had to follow her in.
"Isn't there an elevator?" On the third floor, Shen Yumo saw the elevator, and it was very close to 320, so he asked this question.
Jiang Ziquan patted his head and explained, "We came in through the back door just now, and it's still a bit far from taking the elevator." Then he opened the door, changed the subject and laughed, "Welcome Teacher Shen."
Shen Yumo followed her footsteps and changed her shoes when she entered the house. Her glasses were covered with white mist. She opened her bag, found a tissue to wipe it, and then began to look at Jiang Ziquan's house.
The walls are painted in warm yellow, and as soon as you enter the door is the living room. There are still several bead curtains hanging in front of the door. The living room has a huge LCD TV, two black leather sofas, and a small front. Grey coffee table with an ashtray on it.
The kitchen and the living room are integrated, and there are several bar-like bar counters and a round table in the kitchen, which is estimated to be used for dining.
Shen Yumo squinted his eyes and said, "So that's how it is."
There was something unexpected in his tone, Jiang Ziquan said, "Isn't it good-looking?"
"That's nothing, just"
"It's just that I don't have the same temperament?" Jiang Ziquan continued her words with a smile. Friends who came to her house said these few words, and she was not surprised.
"Um."
In fact, when the house was bought, Jiang Ziquan's parents paid the down payment. There was only one requirement. Don't design the living room in a messy style. She tossed.
Jiang Ziquan had just graduated at the time, so naturally he was under the lewd power of his parents. However, she still felt that her parents had foresight. When she was looking at the works of that year, she always felt that it was a bit of a middle school. Now it looks at least up to the standard. I also thought that after a few years of getting rich, I must design it again.
Therefore, her living room was designed with the help of senior sister, which tends to be normal in the eyes of ordinary people, but the taste is still good.
And Shen Yumo had seen a different kind of hot pot restaurant designed by Jiang Ziquan himself, and thought that even if the family was not so arrogant, it should be different. Although this living room looks good, it doesn't feel like the work of one person. It may be that there is some deviation from what I expected. Miss Jiang may actually be a stable person.
"Then I'm waiting for you to design together?" Jiang Ziquan smiled and continued.
"You're joking."
Jiang Ziquan shrugged. Naturally, her words were not joking. A few days ago, she began to draw a little bit of what the living room looked like after Shen Yumo's bedroom.
"Yu Mo, you should live in this room. This room is still the master bedroom, and the light transmission is excellent." Jiang Ziquan raised his eyebrows, the meaning is self-evident, you are the owner of this room.
Jiang Ziquan's apartment is considered to be relatively high-end in Beijin. The three-bedroom and one-hall apartment has a high degree of greening and good security. Not to mention the traffic, it is located in the city center, and there is a bus stop when you go out.
Jiang Ziquan made the second bedroom his own bedroom because of the lighting problem, but the master bedroom was always empty.
Shen Yumo leaned in and took a look. The room was very big, but it was a bit empty, with a few wardrobes and a bed. It should be true that no one usually lives there.
Jiang Ziquan really wanted to take Shen Yumo back to her bedroom, but she hadn't cleaned up the house, so it would be bad to cause unnecessary trouble.
"I live next door, do you have a morning class tomorrow?" Jiang Ziquan regretted it as soon as she exited her mouth. She didn't need to deliver milk tea tomorrow, which means that Shen Yumo did have a morning class tomorrow: "By the way, it is indeed a morning class, then Do you still want to chat with me?"
Shen Yumo looked at his watch and said, "It's past eleven o'clock."
Jiang Ziquan understood what she meant. Although he was reluctant, he still said, "The last sentence, what time do you get up tomorrow?"
"Class at eight o'clock, probably half past six."
"Okay, good night."
"Good night."
Jiang Ziquan closed the door reluctantly, turned around and went back to his bedroom.
"Should she be taking a shower now?" Jiang Ziquan leaned closer to the wall and listened carefully to the movement over there, but couldn't hear anything, and said angrily, "Why did you choose a house with such a good sound insulation at that time? Is your brain watted?"
Naturally, Shen Yumo didn't know the little actions of Jiang Ziquan next door. She took out the Christmas gift from Jiang Ziquan. It was a blue keychain with a little frog doll on it. She didn't know what the frog represented
When she saw it was a keychain, she accepted it without much thought. She already had this conclusion in her heart. There must be countless reasons for Jiang Ziquan to accept something like this. She couldn't argue with her, and she The ears don't want to suffer anymore
In the Book of Rites, it is said that coming and going is not indecent, but it has to be a way to return the courtesy.
"requite?"
Shen Yumo inevitably thought of Jiang Ziquan's kiss on her cheek, so he wanted to touch the place where he was kissed. It felt a little strange. He looked at the thing in his hand and said, "This is?"
She entered the bathroom in disbelief, only to see a blood-red lip print on her fair face, and her face turned red with a swish, all the way to her neck.
She didn't believe that Jiang Ziquan didn't see such an obvious mark, she was angry at her for not reminding her, and also secretly annoyed at her shyness at this time.
Even though she was alone at this time, she was too embarrassed to look again, closed her eyes, and rushed towards her with all her strength, her pretty face was faintly flushed by her rubbing.