Song Meiyue got her head out of the quilt, with a hint of complicated emotions between her brows. She struggled internally for a long time. She finally reached out to get the phone next to her, but she didn't unlock the screen, but held it firmly in her hand. At this time
I'm both nervous and a little expectant at the moment.
I don’t know if the content he sent is what I thought. What should I do if it’s not?
for a time,
Song Meiyue, who has always been calm and collected, feels worried about gains and losses.
Taking a deep breath, I finally made a decision, unlocked the screen and looked at the answer he sent. Maybe. Maybe it was what I thought. If not, then give him small shoes and let him clean the toilet.
click,
After successfully opening WeChat with fingerprint unlock, click on someone's profile picture.
The enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: In fact, there is still some, but I feel that love at first sight cannot describe my feeling at that time. I think 'a startling glance' is the most appropriate. Only a startling glance can amaze the years. Just one glance can change everything.
Years long.
Looking at the content he sent, she read it over and over again, her cold face was slightly touched, and the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc. At this time, she didn't look like a thirty-one-year-old working woman at all.
Strong man, on the contrary, is like a little girl who has just fallen in love. Every word above touches the most fragile string deep in the heart.
Biting her lips, Song Meiyue quickly edited the content. After she finished typing, she looked at the written message and murmured to herself: "Is it too obvious?"
After thinking about it for a while, I analyzed it calmly and silently deleted it again.
Can’t post!
He will definitely think wrongly.
I re-edited a message and pressed [Send] without hesitation.
Xiaoyue'er: She must be a young and beautiful beauty, right?
Song Meiyue pursed her lips, threw her phone aside, and continued to wrap herself up like a caterpillar, waiting for someone's reply.
at the same time,
Jiang Qi, who was wearing a pair of big pants, looked at the question sent by Song Meiyue and knew exactly what it meant. He was full of hesitation. He slowly put down his mobile phone and stared blankly at the ceiling above his head, his face
It is full of melancholy and helplessness about life.
what to do?
I feel like I am going further and further down the road of being a rich woman.
But then again, looking at Song Meiyue from a broad perspective, she is not actually a rich woman. It would be more appropriate to use an older strong woman. Besides, she looks very young. Although she is actually thirty-one, she looks
It's almost like twenty-six-seven.
The essential
Thinking of this,
Someone's figure can't help but appear in my mind. She is wearing a black business suit, a white shirt and black high-heeled shoes. Her hair is slightly curly and brown. Her cool and cool makeup is matched with smart and seductive eyes, which shows her intellectual maturity.
temperament.
I have never seen her real figure, but through several ride-hailing experiences and the majestic figure squeezed by the seat belt, I can imagine what a charming body this is.
"Ouch."
"I'm so worried!"
Jiang Qi grabbed his lush hair, his expression was extremely painful. On one side was the money, status, mature and sexy pretty rich woman, on the other was dignity, ideals, a gentleman's belief in self-improvement, and she was also his mother's best friend. Jiang Qi felt
Walking on the crossroads of life.
Thinking about it for a long time,
The CPU in his brain almost exploded. Jiang Qi still didn't know how to face it. In fact, to be honest, aside from the fact that she was his mother's best friend, Song Meiyue was simply the best candidate for his wife. But the problem was that she couldn't be like a certain person.
It’s the same as college. Let’s put aside the facts, right?
and,
He still needs to be labeled as "eating from a rich woman". A man who stands upright. How can he be insulted by others?
No!
I, Jiang Qi, am not this kind of person!
in an instant,
Jiang Qi was full of courage to face the unknown. He picked up his mobile phone and edited the message quickly. The next second, he sent it out.
Young Master Jiang: Aunt Song. Of course it’s you. When I saw you for the first time, I felt like I was meeting an immortal. Maybe that’s what immortals are like. The stars are hot and you are the ideal in the world.
Looking at what he had posted, Jiang Qi sighed deeply and turned his head sideways. Looking at the night sky through the window, his brows were full of melancholy. Thinking back to running under the sunset that day, maybe that was my lost youth?
the other side,
Song Meiyue received the answer from someone and looked at the content carefully. Unspeakable emotions suddenly ran through her body. Joy was mixed with a hint of happiness, happiness contained a little sweetness, and sweetness contained a little bit of happiness.
eager.
I am a fairy
I am the ideal in the world, this ideal should also belong to him, right?
He dropped his cell phone, grabbed a corner of the quilt, pulled it up with all his strength, and buried his head under the quilt. His delicate body twisted slightly and couldn't help but couldn't stop.
After a while,
Song Meiyue, who was under the quilt, made no movement and slipped out of the quilt with a hiss, her face showing a touch of worry and helplessness.
But he is Sister Yaling’s son! Isn’t this a bit shocking?
Tangled emotions filled the air, leaving the thirty-one-year-old woman a little confused.
this night,
Song Meiyue stayed up all night.
The next morning,
Song Meiyue drove Jiang Yaling home in her sports car. Along the way, the two sisters chatted about female topics, but Jiang Yaling was still responsible for teasing, and Song Meiyue was responsible for complimenting.
"Mizuki?"
"You seem to have something on your mind?" Jiang Yaling noticed that Song Meiyue beside her seemed to be a little depressed, and asked with concern on her face.
Song Meiyue pursed her lips and said casually: "Maybe I didn't get a good rest last night, so I was a little tired and lacked energy."
"Then don't go to work today, go home and have a good rest." Jiang Yaling said hurriedly.
"Um."
Today, Song Meiyue didn't want to go to work in the company. She just wanted to stay at home and be quiet.
After sending Jiang Yaling home, Song Meiyue went back directly. When she got home, she sat on the sofa, holding a headrest in her arms, staring at the coffee table with her eyes blankly, her thoughts had already become a mess, and unknowingly,
Then she fell asleep.
When Song Meiyue woke up from the sofa, she took out her mobile phone and checked the time. Then she noticed that it was already past 11 noon. She was thinking about making a bucket of instant noodles. At this moment, the doorbell rang quickly.
Song Meiyue frowned, stood up, walked to the access control system, and pressed a button.
"Who? What's the matter?" Song Meiyue asked coldly.
Immediately afterwards,
Someone's familiar voice came.
"The little flying stick is here!"
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