Chapter 89 Obsession is you, first love is also you
Wen Jingjing walked quietly to Shen Qinghe's bedside and whispered, "Qinghe? Qinghe?"
The person on the bed turned over, Wen Jingjing's heart suddenly lifted, and WeChat messages were still playing on the screen of her phone.
She showed no sign of waking up for a long time.
Wen Jingjing left her room, closed the door, and then replied the message: She was sound asleep and it was time to arrange the arrangements.
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In the autumn evening, the sun sets very early, and the orange sunset slants in through the gaps in the curtains that are not tightly drawn.
During this sleep, Shen Qinghe didn't get up until almost seven o'clock. When he got up, his nose was a little stuffy.
I slept for so long that I couldn’t tell what night it was.
I picked up the phone and didn't receive any message from Jiang Yao, so I felt a little disappointed. I clicked on the chat page with Jiang Yao, and struggled for a long time before uttering a sentence:
What are you doing?
She suddenly understood why those who chased her always liked to say this sentence.
"I miss you" is too straightforward, and the seemingly clueless "What are you doing" is another way of expressing I miss you.
She began to look forward to it, waiting eagerly for Jiang Yao's reply.
Two minutes passed and he still didn't reply.
Shen Qinghe was distracted while he was watching the video. He threw his hand aside angrily, picked up his phone again, and turned on the ring mode.
Find a way to divert your attention and get out of bed to wash up.
As I brushed my teeth, I couldn't help but recall the scene during the day, and my heart felt ripples.
"Ding."
Shen Qinghe's eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't have time to spit out the foam. He held the toothbrush in his mouth, wiped it on his body twice, and picked up his mobile phone to read the message.
It is a push message from Weibo.
Throw it back on the bed and continue washing.
I was looking for something to do, packing my suitcase, but my thoughts kept wandering.
If he doesn't reply to messages, he's probably going out with some sister, right?
Shaking his head, he comforted himself by thinking on the bright side, he might be dead!
Suddenly I remembered the jokes I had seen before, and I can use them now.
Shen Qinghe: You haven’t responded to messages for so long. Is there a woman lying next to you who is holding your hand?
Shen Qinghe: Is it the paralysis caused by alcohol?
Shen Qinghe: Or is it my sister’s beauty?
Shen Qinghe: Or maybe it’s the obsession with games, or the charm of first love.
Shen Qinghe: What I said was so inhumane? You couldn’t catch it.
Shen Qinghe: After all, I was the one who shouldered everything.
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The mahogany furniture in the villa is covered with pink and white silk, and hydrogen balloons are floating on the roof. Everything in the room is decorated in a pink and girlish style.
Even the water glasses on the table are pink.
Wen Jingjing collapsed on the sofa tiredly: "This should be almost done, right?"
Her life was so miserable that before she could get back to sleep, she was captured by Jiang Yao to do hard labor and was responsible for setting up a romantic confession venue.
However, it's worth it for my best friend.
"Well, thank you."
Jiang Yao's expression was dull and he couldn't see any hint of gratitude.
Wen Jingjing understood him well and didn't care too much. She said half-jokingly: "Don't just say thank you, do something practical."
Jiang Yao nodded and searched for a long time before finding the cell phone forgotten in the corner. Shen Qinghe had sent more than a dozen messages.
With a slightly relaxed look on his face, he sat half-sitting on the back of the sofa with one leg on the ground, looking down at the news.
Respond to quotes one by one.
Jiang Yao: I’m thinking of you.
Jiang Yao: There are no other girls.
Jiang Yao: I didn’t drink.
Jiang Yao: My sister is still pretty.
Jiang Yao: My obsession is you, and my first love is you too.
Jiang Yao: You are a fairy, and you speak fairy words. I am not very talented and have little knowledge, so I have to think carefully.
Jiang Yao: I will help you resist everything, just be yourself.
Wen Jingjing saw him typing on the screen for a long time without sending the red envelope, with a worthless smile on his face.
She clicked her tongue in surprise, is this the person in love?
It wasn't until she made a sound that Jiang Yao remembered what he had forgotten. With a wave of his hand, he gave her two thousand red envelopes.
Wen Jingjing, who can be regarded as a small money fan, smiled happily and said: "The boss is very generous. I wish the boss a happy marriage and a son soon!"
After a short rest, the two decided to review it again to see if there were any details.
After a while, Shen Qinghe called. Jiang Yao turned on the speaker phone and put it aside, arranging the roses he made by himself.
"Hello?"
Jiang Yao was in a good mood and lowered his voice unconsciously: "What's wrong?"
"Can we..."
"Um?"
"The relationship is now kept secret?"
Jiang Yao suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, feeling confused and at a loss.
The air was silent for a few seconds, and even Wen Jingjing felt that her heartbeat had stopped.
She also couldn't understand it.
Shen Qinghe didn't tell her the news of being single at the first time. Wen Jingjing wanted to express his love in the toilet, which she felt didn't count.
But what about concealing the relationship?
When Wen Jingjing thought he would not agree, Jiang Yao said in a very soft voice: "Okay."
Without asking why, he believed that she had her reasons.
What can Wen Jingjing say?
All I can say is that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.
It seems that the venue was prepared for nothing, luckily she even called a few people to witness the moment of successful confession.
I haven't had time to inform those people not to come.
"Creak."
The door upstairs opened in response, and Shen Qinghe appeared at the door of the second floor. The phone in his hand was not hung up: "Let's go out and play!"
Holding on to the stair handle and going downstairs, he looked up and saw Jiang Yao and Wen Jingjing standing in the living room, looking at each other.
Shen Qinghe flashed a hint of panic and tried to hide it: "Let's go! Let the three of us go play?"
"good."
"OK!"
The two of them felt guilty and responded very quickly, fearing that she would notice something in the living room.
Shen Qinghe walked downstairs and discovered that the living room was different: "This is it?"
Jiang Yao is not good at dealing with this, and he doesn't want to lie to her: "Ask her."
Wen Jingjing's eyes were filled with hatred. Are you going to sell me now?
"That..." Wen Jingjing's mind was racing, "That Cheng Jinfeng had prepared for him on his birthday."
Shen Qinghe frowned: "You and I have no grievances, why do you treat me like a fool?"
Wen Jingjing laughed twice: "No."
"Are boys so fans?"
"He has a girlish heart!"
“What’s up with the heart-shaped balloons?”
"This..." Wen Jingjing couldn't come back.
Jiang Yao felt guilty and did not dare to look directly at her. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he continued to betray his teammates to the end: "Actually, she wants to confess."
Wen Jingjing:???
Jiang Yao brought up the transfer interface and showed it to her.
Wen Jingjing broke her teeth and swallowed it in her mouth, biting the bullet: "Yes!"
"With whom?" Shen Qinghe didn't hear who she liked!
"Lu Jinbai."
"Cheng Jinfeng."
The two of them didn't agree on the same thing and looked at each other.
"Cheng Jinfeng."
"Lu Jinbai."
There is no tacit understanding at all.
Shen Qinghe was confused by them: "Huh?"
Wen Jingjing was so nervous that there was a thin layer of shrieking behind her back.
Jiang Yao was calm and calm, and spoke slowly: "Whoever comes in first, she will confess her love to whoever comes in first. If she doesn't agree, she will confess to the next one."
Wen Jingjing was so angry that the veins on her temples bulged slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "Ah, yes, yes!"
She didn’t want to admit it! But Jiang Yao gave too much!
Shen Qinghe's intuition told him that something was wrong with them, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Wen Jingjing felt extremely anxious. When they were supposed to come, they were late, and when they weren't supposed to come, they were extra punctual.
She reacted very quickly, taking three steps at a time to open the door, trying to drive the person away.
As soon as the door opened, several teenagers squeezed in and shouted: "Suprise!"