After Lanshan got his mobile phone, he sent a text message to Song Zicheng to express his gratitude. By the way, he also explained the reason why he didn't go out to meet the leader in person.
Song Zicheng did not return her.
The jar chicken that Qiao Feng bought was delicious. Both Lanshan and Schrödinger expressed satisfaction, but one person and one cat had a disagreement on the issue of "who should eat the last piece of chicken thigh". Qiao Feng was afraid that Schrödinger would eat up, so he sentenced the chicken thighs to Lanshan, but it seems that Lanshan also eats a lot... Forget it, let's find some stomach-invigorating tablets for her later.
After eating, Qiao Feng proposed to go for a walk. He always had to go out for a while after a meal, but since the blue shirt invaded his life, this habit has been disrupted, and now he wants to restore this fine tradition.
The blue shirts will also go together.
Qiao Feng felt that to some extent, the blue shirt and Schrodinger had similarities, and they were a bit clingy. Schrodinger sticks to him because he depends on him, and the blue shirt sticks to him... Maybe because he doesn't want to die for him
The sun has sunk outside, the sky is faintly light, the street lights have not yet awakened, and the whole world presents a kind of gloom between day and night.
Blue shirt walked by Qiao Feng's side, her hands on her back, because she was in a good mood, she couldn't help jumping up and down. The range was not large, but she had a good sense of existence.
Qiao Feng couldn't bear it, and pressed her shoulder forcefully, "Do you want to have a stomach drop?!"
The greening of this community is very good, the area is large, the maintenance is timely, the lawn is tidy, and the flowers and trees are lush. There is a square at the entrance of the community, and there is a fountain in the center of the square.
The two wandered in the square, watching the children playing around, watching the aunts gather to dance the square, the night breeze came, blowing away the hustle and bustle, leaving only peace of mind.
Blue shirt closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and calm inside, as if he didn't leave a gap, but also as if he filled the whole world.
Suddenly, she felt itchy on her knees, and a faintly cool dampness. She was surprised, and when she opened her eyes, she was so scared that her hair almost stood upright.
A big dog is sniffing her knees and wagging its tail vigorously.
dog! ! !
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Blue Shirt screamed, almost instinctively, reaching out his hand and hooking the shoulders of the people around him, then grabbing his neck and jumping, his legs climbed to his waist and hooked. Can't fall!
Qiao Feng: "..."
This woman rushed to him suddenly, hugging her tightly like a koala, this... What do you mean
At this moment, she was holding him on her side, her hands folded around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist reluctantly, and there was a tendency to tighten. Her chest pressed tightly against his upper arm because it was too close. Summer is here, everyone is not wearing thick clothes, so the soft and elastic touch of the bulge is clearly transmitted to his muscles through the clothes, and is encoded by the nerve endings on his skin into electric currents, which is quickly transmitted to his. Cerebral cortex.
Qiao Feng felt that the small nerve current seemed to be an unstoppable torrent, and slapped his head violently. He was stimulated to make his temples jump, his brain seemed to be humming, he did not dare to move, his body was as rigid as a sculpture.
But the blue shirt didn't stop, his legs twisted his waist and kept exerting force, so as to support the torso to move up, as if to climb onto his shoulders. Of course, she can't succeed. The only effect of this move is that she keeps rubbing and rubbing his arm...
That's enough...
Qiao Feng's face gradually burnt, and now his brain has been stimulated to crash, and the whole person is dumbfounded, there are not enough brain cells to think about why the blue shirt does this.
Contrary to him, the blue shirt is very energetic. She rested her chin on Qiao Feng's shoulder, screamed again, and said, "Qiao Feng! Dog!"
You are a puppy... Ah, a dog
Qiao Feng slowly returned to his senses and glanced down at the half-large golden retriever. It hadn't left yet. The puppy seemed to like the blue shirt. Seeing the blue shirt hanging on Qiao Feng, it looked up at her as if waiting for her to come down.
It turned out to be just afraid of dogs. Qiao Feng's body loosened, but at the same time, he was nervous as if he was facing an enemy. In fact, it was unnecessary. He was blinded by his neurotransmitter and adrenaline, which made him a little bit dissatisfied and disappointed.
He helped her waist. Fortunately, he instinctively moved his forearm just now, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to get stuck in her thigh.
Lanshan looked down at the golden retriever who looked at her eagerly, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Qiao Feng looked at her sideways and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
How can you not be afraid! However, Qiao Feng supported her, and the blue shirt had a little bit of confidence. She complained loudly, "Whose dog is this? Why not tie it!"
The dog's owner was late, reprimanded Little Golden Retriever, and left with him. Before leaving, they comforted the blue shirt, "Don't be afraid, it won't bite."
Lanshan watched them leave. She especially wanted to tell them that for people who are naturally afraid of dogs, there is really no inevitable connection between "fear or not" and "bite or not"...
"When are you going to get off me?" Qiao Feng said suddenly.
"Ah? Oh, sorry." said the blue shirt, letting go of him and jumping down. She clapped her hands and tidied her clothes again, "Um... Thank you."
Qiao Feng snorted imperceptibly and said nothing.
The blue shirt is a little embarrassed. How did her act in a hurry just now look like she was being assaulted? Of course she wouldn't be happy if she was being assaulted by a woman.
But from another point of view, Lanshan feels that he is safer to indecent assault than indecent men. After all, everyone has the same sexual orientation...
In fact, her recent relationship with Qiao Feng has always revealed a kind of intimacy similar to that between best friends. If Qiao Feng did not resist, she felt that this was a kind of tacit approval and connivance. Such men seem to enjoy the friendship with women
The actions of the two (to be precise, only the blue shirt alone) met with many onlookers, and they decided to evacuate the scene of the crime hurriedly.
They walked on the path between the lawns. The sky is completely dark, and the solar street lights on the lawn are on, but the light is faint, and it only has the effect of being able to see five fingers and walking without hitting people.
Qiao Feng kept his head down without saying a word, and walking behind the blue shirt, she did not notice his face that was as red as sunset.
When Qiao Feng's expression almost recovered, they walked onto the road. Lanshan saw that a lot of peonies were planted on the balcony of a first-floor resident. Under the shining of bright street lamps and their own balcony lights, they were colorful and colorful.
It's so beautiful! The blue shirt ran over with the Harazi, and he held the security window to look at the peony flowers. Some flowering branches were unwilling to be lonely, and half-covered their heads out of the anti-theft window, and there was a big red peony that simply opened completely outside the anti-theft window.
Lanshan held the blooming peony, sniffed, kissed, and then her face was close and asked Qiao Feng to take pictures of her.
She didn't bring out her mobile phone, so she had to use Qiao Feng's mobile phone to take a photo, and then send it to her after the photo was taken.
Qiao Feng took a few photos. Although his skills are average, her POSE is so well placed, so it's not bad to be so-so. Lan Shan flipped through the photos, and liked them more and more, and finally sighed to the sky, "I really want to steal a pot and go home!"
Of course, just think about it.
The colorful walks ended, and the two went back to their homes. After Lan Shan went home, she looked at her phone and found that Song Zicheng had returned a text message to her.
BOSS: You don't need this, it's boring.
Huh, what does this mean? How is she
Lanshan was a little confused, but no matter how she was, it was true that the BOSS seemed unhappy anyway. Is there any misunderstanding in this
The misunderstanding is because the two sides don’t understand the truth enough, so what truth does Song Zicheng don’t understand
Why did she and Qiao Feng exchange mobile phones
Ah, yes, that's it. Lanshan wants to understand. If Song Zicheng thought she had deliberately exchanged phones with Qiao Feng and neglected him, then she would definitely be unhappy.
Emma can't do this, it must be explained! Lanshan immediately dialed Song Zicheng's cell phone.
"Hello?" Song Zicheng's cold voice came.
Lanshan smiled flatly, "Boss, thank you for bringing me the information today."
"Yeah." He only responded indifferently.
"Oh, I was still squatting next to the phone waiting for your summons, but later I found out that the phone was picked up by mistake. I really shouldn't... Didn't it delay you?"
"If I said it was delayed, what would you do?"
"Ah? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The blue shirt was very guilty, "that... can you make up for it?"
"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it. But don't be so sloppy in the future. You got your boyfriend's cell phone by mistake today. What if you got the wrong customer's phone tomorrow?"
"Ahem," she was a little embarrassed, "thanks to the boss for his teaching, but he is not my boyfriend, hehe."
"So?" Song Zicheng chuckled, jokingly, "I thought you were chasing him."
"Boss, where did you draw such a magical inference?"
"Nothing, I just think he looks good, he should be the type that is popular with you girls."
Lanshan felt something was wrong, "Boss, don't you fall in love with him?"
Song Zicheng never expected that the blue shirt would suddenly say such a sentence. He didn't know how to pick it up, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Blue shirt, don't think about it."
Lanshan didn't want to think about whether it was good or not, but she felt that it was necessary to be vaccinated, so she said, "Boss, he is a wise person."
Song Zicheng felt satisfied with this sentence.
***
After Qiao Feng returned home, he went online and searched for the keyword "beasts" in the paper database. The papers he found were all about biology and veterinary medicine. After reading a few articles, he felt that he had become stupid. How could the blue shirt use the paper? He should use a search engine to find it.
So he typed keywords in the search engine and hit enter.
… Searched out a bunch of "indecent videos".
People's hearts are not old when the world is going down. Qiao Feng conducted an advanced search again, searched and filtered by category, but in the end he could not find an explanation of the "beast beast" that matched his characteristics.
Going to the personal information database of Pa Lanshan again, there are still no clues.
The investigation encountered unprecedented resistance and had to be temporarily suspended. He took the cellphone and sent the photos he had just taken to the blue shirt, and then he looked at it for himself after sending it. Smiling like a flower, she is more beautiful than Hua Jiao... It seems that these beautiful words can be piled on her. Qiao Feng flipped through one by one, flipped back and forth again after flipping, watching and watching, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile, his smile calm and gentle.
Then, without knowing what he thought of, his face blushed again.
…
The next day, Lanshan went to Qiao Feng after get off work, and Qiao Feng was still cooking. She sneaked to the floor-to-ceiling window by herself, first to roll on the carpet of her little relatives. The floor-to-ceiling windows of Qiao Feng's house are not just "windows". They have two glass sliding doors leading to the outside balcony. The sliding door should be open at this moment, because the blue shirt saw the plain beige curtains swing slightly by the wind.
It's strange, it's evening, why are you still drawing the curtains
The blue shirt got up and walked over, brushing the floor to open the curtains greatly.
The red sunlight came in immediately, Lanshan squinted her eyes, and then she saw a 3D dynamic version of the rich and beautiful picture.
—The large balcony outside the door is full of peonies in full bloom. The setting sun is swaying in the wind. White is like jade, red like fire, powder like smoke. Embracing the piles, scorching and shining, spread the colorful colors all over.