Jiang Qi stood at the door holding a garbage bag, looking back at Song Meiyue who was sitting on the sofa. I have to say that the arrogant look on her face was quite fascinating.
"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Song." Jiang Qi smiled and said seriously: "By the way. As for tomorrow's address, don't forget to send it to me. I will arrive half an hour early. So Aunt Song, please
Get some rest early, I’ll go back first.”
As soon as the words fell,
Then he pulled the door handle, leaving Song Meiyue alone, and left directly.
Song Meiyue felt disappointed at someone's departure. As usual, she stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the door. She carefully opened a gap and saw him getting on the small tram and driving slowly.
out of sight.
He pursed his lips softly, abandoned all the distracting thoughts in his mind, closed the door and quickly walked to a certain room, and then came out with a bottle of red wine.
Bang sound,
Song Meiyue, who was sitting on the sofa, filled up the goblet on the coffee table and drank it all in one second.
at the same time,
Jiang Qi was driving the small tram on the main road. He was a little confused as to why he suddenly turned around. Maybe he was thinking of the tragic scene of someone eating instant noodles, which inadvertently touched the deep roots in his heart.
The fragile strings, in other words, moved the heart of compassion.
But then again,
Isn't it a bit confusing for a wage earner with a monthly salary of 12,000 yuan to pity a vice president with an annual salary of 10 million yuan?
Forget it, forget it, life is rarely confused.
I do not know how long it has been,
When Jiang Qi returned home and opened the door, he saw his mother-in-law standing up from the sofa, rushing towards him with lightning speed, standing in front of him in an instant, and then sniffing fiercely on her body.
Sniffing, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
"Staying with Meiyue again?" Jiang Yaling asked with a smile.
"Um"
"I was chatting with my friends in the cafe in the afternoon, and then I brought Aunt Song a cup of coffee, and then cooked her dinner." Jiang Qi replied lightly.
Hearing this description of her precious son, Jiang Yaling couldn't help rolling her eyes and said angrily: "I said that in order to be able to stay together, you two find all kinds of reasons and create all kinds of opportunities every day. I see.
It’s already tiring, so why don’t you just move there tomorrow.”
"oops"
"Mom, you're almost done." Jiang Qi lay weakly on the sofa and said absently: "Aunt Song and I are both innocent."
As soon as the words fell,
Jiang Qi sat up straight, looked at his mother, and said earnestly: "Mom, your son is going to get rich soon. How about I buy you a big villa then?"
"These words"
"Your dad also said it back then, but what happened? You left first, and then left you, the little bastard, to me." Jiang Yaling sat back next to Jiang Qi, looked at her biological son beside her, and said seriously: "Work hard.
It’s all about hard work, hard work is all about hard work, and you should pay more attention to your health. Mom only has you. If you also leave, then Mom really won’t be able to survive.”
"Yeah, I understand."
"correct!"
"Mom, why do you never mention relatives?" Jiang Qi asked doubtfully.
Regarding relatives, it seems as if the word relative does not exist at all.
Jiang Yaling frowned and said calmly: "Mom will naturally tell you about this after you get married. Don't ask so many questions now."
Seeing that his mother remained silent, Jiang Qi did not continue to ask questions. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he couldn't help but look back at his mother and saw her sitting there blankly, as if
Lost in thought.
It seems
Mom also hides a lot of secrets in her heart.
night,
Quietly.
Jiang Qi, who only has a pair of big pants all over his body, is sitting on the bedside, holding his mobile phone in his hand, playing "Dark Immortal", a game recently launched by the pig farm. It is similar to many pig farm games, "Dark Immortal"
"Immortal" inherits the essence of "You Live and Krypton", and brings money-making doctrine to its most vivid extent.
certainly,
For a player like Jiang Qi, who is desperate for money, he can spend as much money as he wants, and the breeze blows over the hills, and he won't make a dime anyway.
Just when someone was having fun, a WeChat message popped up on the screen. I glanced at it and it was from the 'Qi Tian Da Sheng'.
Xiaoyue'er: Are you asleep?
Jiang Qi ignored her and continued playing his own game.
After a while,
Song Meiyue sent it again.
Xiaoyue'er: I can't sleep a little bit
Jiang Qi quit the game and edited a piece of content for her while holding his phone.
The enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: If you close your eyes for a while, you will fall asleep.
Xiaoyue'er: I've been trying for a long time, but it doesn't work.
Xiaoyue'er: Would you like to chat with me for a while?
Enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: What do you want to talk about?
at this time,
Song Meiyue was lying on the bed, holding her mobile phone in both hands, staring at the content on the screen. She hesitated for a moment. In fact, she didn't know what she wanted to talk about, and she wasn't looking for him because she couldn't sleep, just because she couldn't sleep.
I was just a little bored and found him subconsciously.
Thinking for a moment,
Silently sent him a message.
Xiaoyue'er: Do you think I am too old?
Finished sending,
Throwing the phone aside, she grabbed a pillow, wrapped her hands and feet tightly, and buried her head into the pillow. At this moment, Song Meiyue felt a little melancholy and hesitation in her heart.
With some expectations.
piece of Xu,
The phone rang.
Song Meiyue stretched out her hand and accurately took the phone, but she did not check the content of someone's reply immediately, but held it firmly in her hand.
There was a tense atmosphere in the bedroom. Song Meiyue took a deep breath and looked at the content he sent.
The enterprising young man Jiang Gongzi: So what if you are thirty, what’s the problem of forty, every stop has its own scenery, and every year has its taste. No matter how other people think of you, in my eyes, Aunt Song, you will always be the best.
You are young, maybe time has taken away your innocence, but it has left you with your maturity.
for a time,
The inexplicable complex emotions in my heart had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint expression of emotion.
Song Meiyue bit her plump lips, typed slowly, and then deleted it silently. At this time, she didn't know how to reply to someone's remarks, and thought for a long time. She simply replied
A few words.
Xiaoyue'er: I think so too
then,
He added another sentence.
Xiao Yue'er: I'm sleepy
Sent,
Song Meiyue charged up her mobile phone, then buried her body in the bed, clinging to the pillow and refusing to let go.