It was drizzling all night, and the temperature seemed to drop again, but it made people feel very fresh. The wind was a bit strong. From time to time, the skirt corners of street beauties were lifted, revealing the calves wrapped in various silk stockings, making men feel I feel that my eyes are not enough.
Haitian Hotel is not far from the Middle School Attached to Zhongda University. Mina went to school with her schoolbag on her back, while Zhang Yuan had to go the other way and drove to pick up Fan Jiaojiao.
When I came to the office complex, just entering the gate, I saw Fan Dasheng jogging back from a distance, and Zhang Yuan drove to keep up.
"Uncle Fan, didn't you say not to run, otherwise Fan Pao ran away?" Zhang Yuan drove along with Fan Dasheng.
In the past, Zhang Yuan was called the mayor. Although such a name seemed respectful, it made people feel that the relationship was alienated. This is Fan Dasheng’s way of writing Zhang Yuan, but Fan Dasheng also knows that people with ability also have temperaments, so they have never been Mind.
Today I suddenly noticed that Zhang Yuan had changed his mouth and his expression was very affectionate. Fan Dasheng blinked, and doubts flashed past. In fact, he had already guessed something.
"Oh, the doctor suggested that there is no way, we should exercise, thinking about the work we did every day when we were young, turning the ground, weeding, watering manure, picking mud, that is tired, and the body is fine. Now the conditions are better. Only to enjoy some good fortune, the body is not good enough, I have to find something to do if I have nothing to do, I don't need to run, but I have to find some way to run." Fan Dasheng sighed.
Zhang Yuan replied with a smile: "Uncle Fan, if your words reach the reporter's ears, you will be guaranteed to become a household name mayor for dung watering."
"Haha, what's the shame of pouring manure." Fan Dasheng laughed a few times, then looked at Zhang Yuan with deep meaning, "Are you so careful when talking to your family?"
Fan Dasheng's words were both an expression of intimacy and a temptation. Zhang Yuan naturally understood that he was probing his own breath, nodded and smiled in the car, even if he acquiesced to this "self-family".
"Haha, good!" Fan Dasheng smiled satisfied, and said, "You are also a young man who has suffered hardship, and you have a bright future."
Then Zhang Yuan talked about Mi Wei's affairs. He knew that Fan Dasheng didn't like to talk more about this kind of things, so he only talked about it. The basic meaning is that people have already been found, so don't worry, now there is a shortage. It is the start-up funding.
"Oh~" Fan Dasheng looked at the front and ran a few steps before saying, "I'll think of something."
"There is also the old man in Qin Xiaogang's family who seems to be quite powerful, and that nasty sister, will it be counterproductive if he is allowed to blend in?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
Fan Dasheng waved his hand, "Don't worry about it. His father and I are old comrades in arms. I can talk about anything. Qin Xiaorou doesn't have to worry about it. She still dare not object to me, but I can only help. , You can't hand me over."
"Don't worry, Uncle Fan, I know how to do it."
Talking to Fan Dasheng and came to his house, the two walked in, and Zhang Yuan saw Fan Jiaojiao wearing a pink pajamas sitting in the side dining room eating breakfast.
Seeing Zhang Yuan, the mayor’s wife walked up enthusiastically, "Zhang Yuan is here, let’s have breakfast together."
"Oh, I've eaten it." Zhang Yuan's eyes paid attention to Fan Jiaojiao, and she found that she looked back and read a full text of novels.
There is no expression on the eyes, and I know in my heart that today is not a good wind.
"Come on, eat more or drink a glass of milk." Fan Dasheng pulled Zhang Yuan, but Zhang Yuan was embarrassed to refuse.
Zhang Yuan sat down next to Fan Jiaojiao in the past. Fan Dasheng handed over a pair of chopsticks and said, “Try the egg pancakes made by Jiaojiao’s mother. They are all a family, you are welcome.”
When Fan Jiaojiao heard this, she seemed to have been struck by electricity, her eyes turned around immediately, her expressionless expression turned into a blank expression, she pushed down the dishes and said, "Dad, I have finished eating, you eat slowly."
Zhang Yuan was a little helpless. It was your dad who guessed it. I didn’t say anything. Besides, your dad agreed with us. You should be happy. What face do you have? Do you still think of that ex-armed police boyfriend
But Zhang Yuan couldn’t say anything, but Fan Dasheng couldn’t make it through. He taught him: "When a guest comes, you just leave, what will you be like! Who will show you? I don’t understand the rules! I will marry someone else’s house in the future and think I’m a fan. There is no tutor at home."
"I don't want to marry! I'm going to change clothes." Fan Jiaojiao glared at Zhang Yuan again before turning away.
In fact, Zhang Yuan would rather she stare or have a small temper, and most hate her sullen face and high-rise appearance.
After breakfast, Fan Jiaojiao also changed clothes. After the two got into the car, Fan Jiaojiao sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, ignoring Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan turned her head and felt that after the girl was moisturized by him, she began to feel a bit of a mature woman, her small face was also rounded a lot, and she felt a little natural red.
It was hot in the car. She didn't wear a jacket. She had a sleeveless T-shirt inside. Her snow-white arms were like freshly dug out and washed lotus roots. They were fresh and plump, especially the exposed shoulders, round and exquisite. Crystal clear.
Seen from the side, it seems that her snow peak is taller than before, bulging in tight clothes. Under her is a short skirt. Like the women on the street, she also wears a pair of black stockings. , The stockings are not long, and not far from the knees are thick lace edges. With black socks and short skirts, the pink and tender thighs exposed to the air in the middle are more attractive.
"What do you look at! I dug your thief's eyes!" Fan Jiaojiao sullenly pulled her skirt, trying to cover her legs more.
Zhang Yuan retracted his gaze, he was amused, I have seen the most secrets of what he is pulling.
"What the hell did you tell my dad?" Fan Jiaojiao asked fiercely.
"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."
"Then why does he keep talking about the family?"
"How do I know?" Zhang Yuan muttered, "I was originally a family."
"A shit family, you are a poor boy with no conscience, I didn't come out to tell you, just as if nothing happened!"
Zhang Yuan felt a little unhappy in her heart, but she decided not to quarrel with her before she came to think about it, and suppressed her unhappiness: "Why are you upset? You say, why did I provoke you again? I did not do the right thing. It can be changed."
"Don't be pretentious. One set of actions is another set of actions. I said that as long as nothing happened, you are so happy in your heart, you can be happy with Teacher Lin and the so-so. "
"Who is happy? It's not that when I came out that day, Teacher Lin gave me a hug. Don't be so careful, okay, I just want to comfort her."
"Don't tell me this, I don't care about you, just whoever comforts you."
Zhang Yuan stopped talking. He felt that this woman was unreasonable. He really imagined what she said, as if nothing happened, and he didn't suffer anyway.
There was silence in the carriage, and both of them stared at the road ahead. When passing a sidewalk, Zhang Yuan saw a man in military uniform walking by, and suddenly understood in his heart.
Fan Jiaojiao was looking for faults deliberately. She was still thinking of her ex-boyfriend, so she refused by all means and wanted to dump herself.
Zhang Yuan turned her head to her, beautiful face, tall snow peaks, round white legs, in the molten cave, these belong to him alone, and they are also his favorites. If you can't touch her in the future, let Another man enjoys...
The more Zhang Yuan thought about it, the more unpleasant he became. The uncontrollable flame in his heart ignited uncontrollably, and it burned more and more. He didn't know if he really fell in love with Fan Jiaojiao, but he couldn't do it by giving her to someone else.
"Are you still thinking about your armed policeman?" Zhang Yuan asked in a deep voice.
"So what?" Fan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes.
"No!" The calm Zhang Yuan finally erupted this time, "You said it didn't happen if it didn't happen! Those days and nights, those love words, only a few days? Have you forgotten? It's so easy to forget! I will never forget Don’t let it go! Is it true that what you say in it is false
Fan Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Yuan in a daze, then suddenly smiled slyly, and asked, "Are you jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous!" Zhang Yuanqi still roared again.
"Can you say okay while driving? If you park your car in the middle of the road, there will be an accident." Seeing that Zhang Yuan was still not moving, Fan Jiaojiao pouted helplessly, and took out a flat box from his schoolbag and handed it to Zhang. Yuan, groaned: "No, I gave it to you, and said that they are ruthless."
Zhang Yuan took it. It was a tie. There was also a piece of gold paper pasted on the outside of the box with the words "Longhua Ancient Temple Master Zhiguang Consecrated."
"What does it mean to consecrate?" Zhang Yuan asked.
"Just ask the master to recite a scripture, put the blessings, Dharma, and sustenance on top, bless you with health and well-being, and peace and safety."
The sudden gift warmed Zhang Yuan's heart. He couldn't hold back his face anymore and smiled again, but he thought this girl was really strange. Although he knew that she was always hot and cold, but every time she changed too much Quickly, people are not prepared at all.
Putting down his tie and starting the car, Zhang Yuan still asked uneasy: "Really for me? When did you treat me so kindly?"
Fan Jiaojiao asked back: "When did I treat you badly? Have you ever?"
"Yes, just now, I said thinking about others.""
Fan Jiaojiao retorted: "You still yell at me!"
"That's not you, it makes my heart go up and down, I will be sad and happy, I will almost be as nervous as you, if it weren't for yelling..."
Before Zhang Yuan finished speaking, Fan Jiaojiao was already wrapped around her, grabbing his ears, "Who is nervous, who do you mean?"
"Yo yo yo, I'm driving, let go, there is a school in front of you."
"Don't let go, just to let the classmates know how this lady teaches her husband."
Hearing Fan Jiaojiao's confession of his husband's status, Zhang Yuan felt relieved, "I'm so nervous, I love you so much. After slamming on the accelerator, Audi rolled the leaves at the school gate and rushed towards the other side of the school gate.
"Hey, what's your nerve, why don't you go to school?" Fan Jiaojiao asked in confusion.
"Find a place where there is no one and let you train it." Zhang Yuan smirked.
"Huh? Will you be late? No, no, no."
Zhang Yuan didn't care, this dead girl was too nervous and abnormal, it would be hard to suppress her anger if she didn't teach her a lesson.