It's much better than where I live now.

"This is our home?"

"Yes, we chose it together. From now on, put a weapons rack over there, and this will be your training ground."

"I think it would be better to have more flowers."

Jiang He found that he no longer liked dancing with swords.

"Both." Xu Qing said with a smile.

In midsummer in July, the sun was scorching the earth. On the roof of this building, two people wiped the sweat from their heads and smiled at each other.

"You thought Coca-Cola was extremely poisonous back then, have you ever thought about today?"

"Have you ever thought about it when I pointed the sword at you?" Jiang He asked back.

In the early autumn of that year, she pointed her sword at this guy. How could she think of two people looking at a new house together?

"I really do."

"..."

“The only drawback is that it’s cold in winter and hot in summer.”

"It doesn't matter, there is air conditioning and a fan." Jiang He said, "I'm not afraid of the heat either."

"Would you like to move around?"

"here?"

"Go inside?" Xu Qing suggested.

"Come here." Jiang He bit his lip and said.

"I'm coming...ah!"

On this wide terrace, Jiang He did as Xu Qing wished, exercised well, and gave Xu Qing a meal.

It’s just that it’s not the same activity as Xu Qing’s idea.

…

Sitting in a taxi home, Xu Qing rubbed his arms and complained to Jiang He that he thought his current strength was too high.

"Only through competition can you improve quickly." Jiang He said seriously.

"You just use the competition to do it!" Xu Qing continued to complain, Jiang He was bad at learning.

"Young man, stop nagging, I've seen a man without a hat who made his girlfriend want to deal with him." He said cheerfully.

"That's really pitiful." Jiang He felt very sympathetic.

"..."

Xu Qing pondered for a moment, "I should be the one you're talking about."

"??"

My brother glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Why does it look so familiar to me?"

"..."

"..."

"Jiangcheng is so small, haha, haha." He laughed twice and fell silent.

The young ones just know how to play.

When he returned home and looked at the familiar room layout, Jiang He couldn't bear to leave here again. He had been living here all this time, so this place felt like home.

She would play games on the computer, while Xu Qing would sit on the sofa with his laptop and watch dramas, or move the chair in the middle of the living room to practice boxing, or sit next to her and touch her legs...

"When will the decoration be completed over there?"

"It will take about three or four months. After the decoration is completed, it will need to be ventilated for three months. It will be good to move in by the end of the year."

"Oh... that's okay, I can still live here this year."

"in a hurry?"

"No."

Jiang He glanced at him, if he waited until marriage before having sex...it would have to wait until next year, and Xu Qing would die of pity.

Gong Ping came over in the afternoon and learned how to make meatballs from her. The two families were very close to each other, and after getting acquainted with Xu Qing, Gong Ping often came over to visit.

Two women were making meatballs in the kitchen. Gong Ping would take the meatballs back and cook them herself. Jiang He rolled up his sleeves and his hands were so dexterous that Gong Ping envied them.

The mobile phone was put aside, and it was playing the young Zhang Sanfeng. While doing it, Gong Ping didn't like this kind of drama, but after watching it for a while, she unexpectedly felt that she could watch it.

“Is this guy a good guy or a bad guy?”

"I don't know either."

"It felt like he was going to die."

"Everyone here will probably die." Jiang He was already familiar with the routine of this kind of drama.

"The protagonist will not die."

"In addition to the protagonist, there are those people who will die to save the protagonist, and there is also this woman. Only after she dies can Zhang Sanfeng suddenly become a peerless master."

"...It seems to make some sense." Gong Ping couldn't refute, saying that this drama is okay, but it feels like this is something, so she said it is not good, because this thing can be used to make several dramas.

Gong Ping is wearing a mesh skirt today with a light-colored short sleeves upper body. She has a very Internet celebrity temperament. She sits in front of the guzheng and shoots a short video, which will definitely be forwarded by some LSPs in various groups.

Xu Qing came to the door to take a look. The two women were making meatballs while complaining about the costume drama.

"Are you just waiting to eat?" Gong Ping shouted.

"Otherwise?" Xu Qing said matter-of-factly.

"Help."

"I married her just to cook for me and help? Are you kidding me?"

Xu Qing left with disdain.

"..."

Damn, how dare you.

Gong Ping was shocked and looked at Jiang He. Jiang He actually seemed to agree.

"His arms are uncomfortable and it's inconvenient for him to do things." Jiang He felt that he had to find a reason to explain, otherwise Xu Qing would be just like a lazy person.

"This is the only excuse you can think of."

"No, it's true."

Jiang He shook her head and said, she thought that after practicing Xu Qing's hand-gripping fist for so long, he would be able to block her moves, but she didn't expect to take him down with just one grapple.

I have to give him a good massage at night... huh?

Jiang He's expression changed, and then he remembered, considering Xu Qing's urinary properties, he might have deliberately pretended to be twisted by him in order to avoid washing the dishes, and then let her give her a comfortable massage.

?

"People who practice martial arts can twist their arms, so you will believe it." Gong Ping muttered in a low voice. In her eyes, Xu Qing was the fanatical Kung Fu enthusiast who practiced martial arts every day, while Jiang He was still the soft and weak man holding the sword.

The girl next door who keeps eating dried sweet potatoes as a snack.

It was ruined, it was ruined, such a good Jiang He was ruined by Xu Qing.

"I also think it's not that easy for him to twist." Jiang He was already a little doubtful. Xu Qing was holding a notebook and crossing his legs leisurely on the sofa. How could it be so serious?

Sensing Jiang He's gaze, Xu Qing changed her face in a second, rubbed her arms and leaned against the sofa to avoid the eyes in the kitchen.

"He really didn't twist it." Jiang He said firmly.

This guy is so bad, he must be faking it.

Fortunately, she felt secretly guilty for a long time and planned to give him a massage at night.

night.

The meatballs were fragrant, and Xu Qing's mouth was filled with oil. He put down the bowl and started rubbing his arms.

Jiang He took the bowl to the kitchen, went out for a walk, and secretly poked Xu Qing with his finger while he was watching a drama.

Xu Qing turned around and was stunned, then let out an ouch.

"Xu Qing!"

"I'm seriously injured... Stop making trouble, stop making trouble, and go wash the dishes now!"

Xu Qing stood up and ran into the kitchen. Jiang He had never seen someone recover so quickly from an injury.

When she opened the live broadcast room, she was still angry and waited for Xu Qing to come out and glare at him.

"Look, there's a rich man at the top of your list!" Xu Qing changed the subject.
Chapter completed!