After taking a shower, Jiang Qi was very confused. He looked at the wet clothes and pants on the floor and fell into deep doubts. He was obviously dry before, so how could he be soaked after taking a shower? And even the big pants underneath were wet.
We're all a little wet. What's going on?
Just when he was doubting his life, Jiang Qi suddenly thought of a previous episode. Someone seemed to have come in and said he was looking for something, but then turned on the faucet inexplicably. At first, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now it seems that there is something wrong with it.
Big!
The case is solved! The murderer must be her!
Jiang Qi sighed deeply and looked at the wet clothes and pants on the ground. He was filled with all kinds of helplessness deep in his heart. Finally, he silently picked up the mobile phone on the sink and prepared to call his mother and tell him.
Her son is not going home tonight and is going to spend the night at a friend's house.
As for whose friend it is, of course it’s my mother’s friend.
"Hello?"
"Mom, I'll stay at Xiao Xie's house tonight." Jiang Qi said without blushing, "Something happened today. As for what it was, I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. I'll tell you when I get back tomorrow.
Goodbye."
Jiang Yaling didn't give her any chance to speak and hung up immediately.
After making the call, he put the phone back to its original place, then opened the door, stuck half of his head out, and shouted to someone downstairs.
"Aunt Song!"
"Why are my pants wet?"
result
He was answered by silence.
At this time, Song Meiyue was sitting on the sofa with a blushing face, constantly organizing various sophistry words in her mind. After much thought, she decided to give up the power to prove her innocence and chose to deal with this crisis with a strong attitude.
.
"how could I know."
"You must have accidentally wet it yourself." Song Meiyue said coldly: "Don't blame me for everything. Sometimes you should also think about whether it is your own fault."
Ouch yo.
Listen to this confident tone.
Jiang Qi, who was standing naked in the bathroom, was speechless for a moment and sighed silently. He secretly cursed in his heart that this old woman was so reserved. It was so interesting! No, no, I have to tease her later.
Only then, otherwise it will be wet in vain.
Thinking of this,
Jiang Qi bent down to pick up the underwear and touched the fabric. Fortunately, it was only half wet. He could dry it by covering it under the quilt at night.
Without thinking too much, she picked up her pants, put on a white bath towel, put on her slippers and went out. She walked slowly downstairs and saw Song Meiyue sitting on the sofa. Then she walked to the sofa silently and stood next to her.
He looked far away from her and sat down.
"Aunt Song."
"We may have to talk." Jiang Qi said seriously.
Song Meiyue's heart trembled involuntarily. She suppressed her panic and asked calmly, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Why are my clothes and pants soaked?" Jiang Qi asked seriously: "There is one more thing. You suddenly broke in while I was taking a bath and turned on the faucet. Can you translate for me?
What’s going on?”
"I"
"I" Song Meiyue didn't know how to explain it for a while. She was a little embarrassed as she sat there. She secretly glanced at someone's expression at the moment and found that he was staring at her fiercely, his eyes full of criticism, and she suddenly became more nervous.
.
"Aunt Song translates." Jiang Qi looked at her with bright eyes and asked word for word: "What's going on?"
"That. This"
"translate."
"It's just. something. something. me."
"translate."
It is said that the extreme level of despair is anger. At this time, Song Meiyue was forced to the cliff by Jiang Qi. There was no way to retreat. Then she exploded on the spot, stood up from the sofa suddenly, and glared fiercely.
The little villain who bullies himself.
"Turn it over, turn it over, and I'll turn it over, you big-headed devil!"
Song Meiyue walked upstairs angrily and left someone in the living room.
"Why are you going?" Jiang Qi asked curiously.
"I want you to take care of it!"
Song Meiyue turned back and looked at him angrily, and said angrily: "I'm going to take a shower! If you dare to come up to me, I'll call the police and arrest you."
Watching her leave, Jiang Qi hurriedly shouted: "Aunt Song, can I stay at your place for one night? My clothes and pants are soaked, and even my underpants are half wet. This situation will definitely happen again."
Can’t get home.”
Song Meiyue stopped and stood there blankly, a touch of joy flashed between her brows, and said softly: "It's up to you."
The words fell,
Hurrying up the stairs again.
When she arrived at the corridor on the second floor, Song Meiyue suddenly stopped, biting her plump red lips, with an imperceptible secret of joy on her face, and ran back to her room in two steps.
night,
Quietly.
Song Meiyue was lying on her bed, wearing a black silk nightgown, and underneath was a set of black hollow fabric underwear.
She reached for the charging phone and looked at the time. It was already half past eleven, but Song Meiyue was not sleepy at all. She habitually opened WeChat, clicked on the dialog box with him, and wrote in a hurry.
paragraph, and then silently deleted it.
Looking at the ceiling above his head quietly, the thoughts in his mind were already in a mess.
Ding dong,
The WeChat notification broke the silence in the bedroom and interrupted someone's random thoughts.
Enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: Are you asleep?
Song Meiyue pursed her lips and quickly sent him a message back.
Xiaoyue'er: It's almost time. Is something wrong?
Enterprising young man Jiang Gongzi: It’s nothing, I’ll just ask
Song Meiyue frowned, with a hint of displeasure on her face. When she was about to send him a message, she received another message from someone.
Enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: Are you going to work tomorrow?
Xiaoyue'er: I won't go on a business trip the day after tomorrow
Enterprising young man Mr. Jiang: Oh
Enterprising young Mr. Jiang: Good night Aunt Song
Xiao Yue'er: Goodbye
Song Meiyue threw her phone aside and stared blankly in thought.
He...did he really not know?
Why does this business trip take so many days? I can come back in one day at most. The reason why it takes so many days is simply because Auntie wants you to accompany me.
Is there a possibility that he was faking it? In fact, he already knew it, and he just deliberately pretended not to know, making himself a little depressed, and then gave himself a huge surprise.
Well.
He might already know, but it's a bit unlikely that he does.
Song Meiyue turned over and hugged her quilt tightly while still holding her legs together. The melancholy of an older single woman was written between her brows.
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