Female A Survival Manual

When Wang Luan hurried home, the sky was gradually darkening, and she noticed that there was a footstep behind her that overlapped with her own.

Someone was following her, and they didn't hide their voices very much. If they weren't on the way, they were coming for her.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Wang Luan said in his heart that 99% of the people were robbed again. The frequency of robbery and thieves in this place was so high that people just wanted to shout "the folk customs are simple".

After walking around a corner, Wang Luan disappeared, and the people who followed her quickly stepped forward. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the corner and went straight to the head of the stalker, but was caught by the stalker who had been prepared. wrist.

Wang Luan was grabbed by her hand, and subconsciously she wanted to drag someone over and slam her shoulders. Who knew that someone was dragging her over, and she could see the other person's face clearly at the same time, and she was immediately put in place... Comrade Xiao Yan, you have changed your career to robbery. Is that right, is it still cooked?

The two held each other's hands and looked at each other in this dim street corner.

After a year of separation, the meeting was so sudden that Wang Luan didn't know what to say. She just opened her mouth to say hello, but Yan Qiongyu closed her eyes and fell forward. Wang Luan subconsciously reached out to support him.

The hand on his waist felt wet, and when the light shone, the blood on his hand.

Inside Yan Qiongyu's open trench coat, a dark red blood stained the gray shirt.

Wang Luan held back the swear words that he almost blurted out, and immediately took the "dizzy" wounded home.

Her residence is behind the store, and the second-floor building has a yard. The lights are turned on, and the person is temporarily placed on the sofa in the living room. Wang Luan goes to the room to find medicine.

Living in a place like this, you must always keep medicines and the like.

As soon as Wang Luan walked into the room, the person who was lying on the sofa sat up. He looked around the room very comfortably, pulled down the scarf and tossed it aside, took off his hat, revealing slightly messy black hair, and leaned on the sofa to relax. in one breath.

Wang Luan came out of the room with the small medicine box again, and saw the young man with long legs on the sofa looking over, his face was the same, but the feeling had changed a lot.

The long black hair was draped over his shoulders, three shirt buttons were unbuttoned, and the casual sitting posture was matched with a dusty windbreaker and trousers.

Wang Luan couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Yan Qiongyu. He was sitting in the dim light of a high-end restaurant at that time.

Even if she was still very unable to accept her body and his fiancé status, she had to admit that he was like a flawless little prince.

Now, um, it's the feeling of a pretty ragdoll turned into a stray raccoon.

Yan Qiongyu leaned there to watch her approach, not knowing what she was thinking, when she heard her say, "Take care of the wound first."

"Ah, the wound has been treated." Yan Qiongyu pulled up her shirt and showed her a look. There was a large piece of healing sticker on her waist and abdomen. He put down his shirt and said, "It's just that he didn't change his clothes."

In order to leave the scene of the incident as soon as possible, he was also in a hurry to deal with the wound, leaving no time to change his clothes.

Wang Luan realized that he might have been deceived by him just now. The deceiver didn't think there was any problem at all, and asked her with a polite expression, "Can I disturb you here for a few days, Miss Wang Luan?"

Wang Luan: "I am now a pseudonym Liu Luan... You can live here if you want."

Yan Qiongyu: "Thank you, otherwise I really don't know where to go."

Wang Luan couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say you have a place to go, did something happen?"

Yan Qiongyu said casually: "Ah, it's a bit of an accident, I can't go back for the time being."

After all, he designed to kill Qin Ling, the number one loyal dog around Yan Mu. Even if he cleaned up, he would inevitably be suspected at Yan Mu's place.

After a few words, Wang Luan regained a little bit of his previous feeling, mainly because Yan Qiongyu's attitude was too natural, as if the two hadn't seen each other for a year, but just a day.

She didn't ask too much as before, but she didn't feel embarrassed here, so she started a universal topic: "Have you eaten?"

Yan Qiongyu: "Actually, I haven't eaten for two days." Only two injections were given.

Are stray cats so pathetic? Wang Luan was heartbroken, stood up and said, "Then I'm going to make something to eat, but I just didn't eat it."

At this time, Yan Qiongyu, who has always been high in emotional intelligence, suddenly revealed her old story and deliberately said: "Didn't you have a meal on the spacecraft?"

Wang Luan: "Oh...I'm not full." When did this person start following her?

Yan Qiongyu: "Hahahahahaha."

Wang Luan is going to cook some noodles. She lives alone, and naturally she does whatever she wants. Occasionally eats out and cooks by herself most of the time, so she has a lot of food at home.

She found a lot of food similar to the previous world, and also figured out various ways to eat it in the past. In addition, she also planted some small vegetables in the yard to satisfy her daily consumption of vegetables.

No way, the people here don't like vegetables very much, and they can't buy fresh vegetables at all, so they can only grow them by themselves. It may be because of the awakening of the traditional Chinese blood in the spirit, and even a large vegetable garden has been planted.

Seeing Wang Luan open the door and walk into the yard, Yan Qiongyu pressed the wound on her abdomen and slowly got up and walked over, leaning against the door to watch her **** in the dark and pull out some green vegetables.

Wang Luan came back soon, skillfully changed his muddy shoes, and went straight to the kitchen with a small basket for vegetables.

Yan Qiongyu followed her to the kitchen door again, and changed the kitchen door to lean against.

Wang Luan washed and cut vegetables, scrambled eggs and cooked noodles, and soon brought out two bowls of noodles.

Beige noodles dipped in clear soup, green vegetables, sauce-colored stir-fried pork, red peppers, orange sweet and sour cut tomatoes, and two lying sun omelettes are Wang Luan's often-made soup miscellaneous noodles.

However, this time, the color matching is more particular, and the side dishes are also more abundant.

In the past, Wang Luan and Yan Qiongyu ate together. Most of them were separated by a long table with a lot of delicate dishes. The servants waited from a distance, and the two ate quietly.

At this time, Yan Qiongyu is synonymous with elegance. No matter how delicious the food is, he doesn't eat much. Every bite is a standard size, chewing carefully, without making any sound, and the ridiculous thing is that his teeth will not be exposed, which causes Wang Luan to often I don't feel like eating with him, and I don't see any food preferences.

Now, she watched Yan Qiongyu pick up the slightly scorched Sun Fried Egg with a chopstick, flipped it around twice, bit off more than half of it in one bite, and rolled up another large chopsticks of noodles to eat, as if she hadn't eaten it for a long time. full look.

Wang Luan watched in a daze as he quickly finished off a large bowl of noodles, then looked back at the noodles he had not moved, and asked, "If you're not full, will this bowl of noodles be given to you too?"

"No need." Yan Qiongyu wiped her mouth, and the familiar graceful gesture could be seen in her slow movements, "I'm full, thank you for your hospitality."

After eating, Wang Luan took people to the guest room upstairs. No one has actually lived in this room since she checked in, so she had to make some temporary arrangements.

Wang Luan brought the little housekeeper's multifunctional cleaning machine that he had modified from downstairs, and let it clean the room diligently.

"Stay here with peace of mind, and take good care of your wounds." Wang Luan left a sentence, as well as the medicine box that was not used before.

Yan Qiongyu habitually checked whether there were any dangers and monitoring equipment around, and then sat quietly on the bed exuding an unfamiliar aura, her face finally showing a little tiredness.

The dirty clothes with blood and dust fell on the ground. He walked into the bathroom barefoot and turned on the hot water to shower.

The white water vapor filled the air. Yan Qiongyu took out the folded bag that she was carrying with her wet hair that was still dripping and her body full of moisture, and took out a medicine to inject herself.

He has done this action countless times, skillfully suppressing the discomfort in his body.

On his slender body, in addition to the abdominal wound, there were also some small wounds and bruises. After dealing with them one by one, Yan Qiongyu fell on the bed.

The house is a bit old and not very soundproof. He was lying here and could hear some movements in the next room, opening and closing the door, the sound of going downstairs, and the sound of opening the window.

As dawn approached, Yan Qiongyu had a rare deep sleep, probably because she was too tired recently. The morning sun fell on his cheeks, and the sound of water droplets hitting the plants outside woke him up.

He got out of bed barefoot and pushed open the window to look out. Wang Luan was standing on the edge of the large balcony on the second floor with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up, watering the vegetables with a water hose in his hand.

He didn't find out last night that in addition to the vegetable patch in the yard, she also planted all kinds of vegetables on the second floor balcony. The lush vegetable garden has flowers of various colors, and if you look closely, you can see small green fruits from the bottom of various vine leaves.

The green leaves of the garden are full of water droplets, and the green leaves are dripping.

Yan Qiongyu has seen many aristocratic gardens, and the flowers of precious varieties compete for each other, but none of the vegetable gardens in front of him make him feel alive.

There were many stalks with purple flowers on the unknown vegetable vine not far in front of him. Yan Qiongyu stared at it, thinking that it was good for flower arrangement, and reached out and pinched one.

Wang Luan turned his head to see this scene, and suddenly cried out in heartache: "My bean flower!"