My Ears Say They Want to Know You

The man gave instructions too quickly, and the execution between the lines was so amazing that the rose apples couldn't react.

She stared at Wu Jing blankly: "Cheng Su is here?"

Wu Jing was amused by her sluggish expression: "Yes, you should sort it out quickly. If there are too many things, take the necessities first, and take the rest in batches later. I have all the internal organs. There are supermarkets and shopping malls nearby. Whatever is missing, let Cheng Su accompany you to buy it later."

Rose Tao asked: "Yes... to your house?"

"No, no, no," Wu Jing shook his head, "I have a house in Wuhou District, not far from here, and it has been empty for no one to live."

He urged, and sniffed: "What smells in this room, you can live in it."

The fat man who returned to the room had a halt, but Wu Jing was a tall man with a hard-faced face, and he was dressed in armor made of money with a brand name. He seemed to have class blessings. He didn't want to be troublesome.

Syzygium also recovered and turned around to pack things.

Not long after she got home, there was another annoying episode in the middle, so the luggage had not been taken out yet.

Syzygium squatted down and added some change of clothes inside. When she pulled the zipper, her eyes were dizzy. She wiped it off with her fingertips. She couldn't discern the impact for a while, and could only attribute it to the movement.

Wu Jing came over to help her carry the luggage, she said no, the man still insisted on getting it into her own hands, and said: "Don't be embarrassed, I promised Cheng Su to send you there."

It's no different that it has disturbed so many people, and Syzygium is deeply sorry: "I really trouble you."

"What's the matter," Wu Jing smiled: "Just pick up and drop off."

…

Half an hour later, Rose Tao came to Wu Jing's apartment.

The house was uninhabited at first glance, it was spotless, and there was no smoke or fire. The rich Nordic wind revealed a simple and bright brand new, which was very different from my old house which was not in the middle of the winter.

Wu Jing briefly demonstrated how to use the main electrical appliances, and then handed her the key: "It just happened to be cleaned up by the housekeeper after the holiday, and you two caught up."

Rose apple took it, with gratitude in his eyes.

Wu Jing told her to be polite, and went to the door to answer the call.

Rose Tao was sitting next to her with hot water, and vaguely heard the word "arrangement". She guessed that Wu Jing was talking to Cheng Su.

Her conjecture was further confirmed.

After a while, Wu Jing walked back to the house and handed the phone over: "Here, Cheng Su's call."

Rose Tao was taken aback, nodded, and put his hand to his ear.

The first thing I heard was the sound of navigating in the car. This sound was undoubtedly tear gas. The rose apples were difficult to open their mouths at once, and they could only breathe quietly while pressing the slightly choked pharynx.

Cheng Su's speech seemed like Qinghong came slowly: "I have more than two hours to arrive."

Rose Tao "hmm" dropped.

"Wait for me to have a meal?" he said normally.

Rose Tao replied: "Okay, you can concentrate on driving, and you have something to say."

"it is good."

When he hung up, Syzygium returned the phone and thanked him again.

Wu Jing didn't stay long, so he said goodbye and left after leaving his contact information.

There was only one person left in the whole house. She rubbed the all-white mug and looked at the layout and facilities in the house, with envy in her eyes.

When she was looking for a house after graduating from university, she caught a glimpse of a similar apartment for rent, and she would just slip away without clicking in.

Money is hard to earn and **** is hard to eat. This is her true feeling of being displaced for two years.

When people cannot afford to be economically free and settle down, they must learn to bear it in a humble manner and then accept it.

Therefore, she has been saving money and planning to buy an apartment of forty to fifty square meters in the future. From now on, she will not need to be sent to others, and she will be free in her own world.

Syzygium drank the water in the glass and began to organize the luggage.

She cleaned the inside and out again. The house was very large, roughly one hundred and twenty square meters above it.

When Rose Tao was finished, she was already panting slightly, and she fell back on the bed, unknowingly falling into a pure white dreamland.

I don't know how long she was woken up by the phone ringing.

Syzygium sat up with a carp. Nippon leaning outside the window, she groaned and touched her head, stroked the ends of her hair, and looked down at the name on the screen.

Cheng Su.

Rose Tao was awakened by these two words, connected to the phone, jumped out of bed, and trot out in a hurry.

"Are you here?" She flipped her slippers backwards, stumbling unavoidably.

"Well, downstairs," Cheng Su said, "I have a lot of stuff. Is it convenient to come down and help?"

"I'll be there soon!" Zi Tao took the phone down and glanced at the time, then took off the canvas shoes and hurriedly rubbed her feet in.

Picking up the key, she went straight to the elevator.

As soon as I walked out of the corridor door, I saw Cheng Su's car.

Then it was him.

The man stood by the car with no luggage beside him, waiting for her empty-handed. There is a quiet setting sun deep in his eyes, which can annihilate all depression.

Syzygium paused briefly, and ran towards him.

She came down too quickly, didn't pull the heel of her shoes, and walked clattering every step, which was not smooth, but she didn't hesitate to smash herself into the arms of the process.

Cheng Su held it firmly, as if he had caught a bird returning home.

Roseapple wrapped him hard and pressed her face to his chest. She had to confirm his heartbeat to prove that all this was not an illusion.

And Cheng Su's chin also found a place where it was compatible. He ran over her intimately and slowly, once and again, there seemed to be a soft wheat field there.

For a moment, Cheng Su lowered his eyelashes and looked at her face, "Let me see if I'm crying again."

Rose Tao was willing to raise his eyes after wiping the skirt of his clothes several times: "Where is it."

Cheng Su watched it intently, saying it was an inspection, it was more like venting greedy misses.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

The roseapple didn't hide, and came back with a kiss on tiptoe, and there was a crisp sound.

Cheng Su held her back with one hand and sucked her lips. The rosemary's mouth became numb and spread to her whole body. She embarrassed herself with her arms around his neck, and the two of them tried their best to kiss her, their bodies pressed tightly and kissed her. It's hard to separate.

The light passed by the treetops and shattered in the wind. It took a while before they separated.

Rose Tao glanced at his hand: "What about your stuff."

"In the car."

"Why don't you take it out."

"How come I have a hand to hug you after I take it out."

Roseapple burst out laughing.

Cheng Su let go of her and pulled the back seat door: "You just carry the cat bag."

Rose Tao was slightly startled: "Did you bring the big strip?"

"Yeah." Cheng Su leaned forward and took out an all-black canvas pet bag and handed it to her.

Syzygium hurriedly took it with both hands.

She raised the cat bag and looked at the big bar inside from the small transparent hole. It was still unchanging and calm, and the golden pupils showed no emotion.

She teased it through the window, but didn't get a response. Syzygium dropped her hand and went to find Cheng Su.

The man lifted his luggage from the trunk and put it on the ground.

When he closed the trunk, Rose Tao raised his eyebrows and asked again: "How did you bring the big one."

Cheng Su looked back and curled his lower lip: "It's boring to ask knowingly."

Some surprises were about to come out, and Syzygium tensed the corners of her lips that couldn't stop upturning: "You want to live here? Do you want to stay long?" She couldn't believe it, her voice almost trembled.

Cheng Su dragged the suitcase and walked back: "Otherwise I will come on vacation?"

His tone was downplayed, as if this decision would not bring any influence or movement to his life.

"It's not necessary, I didn't want to do this..." He is too kind, really too kind, how could it be so good, saying that a peerless boyfriend can't be summed up properly, and Syzygium is completely stupid, and it's enough for her to come all the way. Ashamed, I don't want him to have a lore.

The current situation is so extravagant that it is far beyond imagination. Syzygium does not know whether to cry or laugh. This man is extraordinary. The tear duct controls her home. She stabilizes her emotional cul-de-sac. It is really difficult to resist. Otherwise, why would she be extremely frightened and moved to the extreme: "What do you do when you come to Shancheng's store?"

"Someone cares." Cheng Su picked up the luggage in one hand, clasped her shoulders with the other hand, and leaned to his side. He tilted his head closer and smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, it's not difficult to do, it's difficult to see you. manage."

The author has something to say: 100 red envelopes, I wish all the children a happy holiday and be happy

The new article that my family wakes up is a bit fat.

"Welcome to the live broadcast of Miss Three"

Author: Fenghe Youyue

After Wei Miyue traveled through ancient times and obtained a live broadcast system, there are two things that need to be done—

First, be a food anchor for the audience in the 21st century.

Second, the audience cannot be allowed to discover the identity of the person who travels through.

Therefore, Wei Miyue’s live broadcast barrage is often in this style:

"The anchor actually lives in a courtyard house. What special reincarnation skills are there?"

"These dishes will have been lost in the next year. Where can I eat them now?"

"Fuck the clothes these passers-by wear are so elegant, is there such a real street in Hengdian?"

…

However, gradually, the audience found out.

Eh? Is this the anchor attending a palace banquet in the Forbidden City?

ha? This maid was beaten to death by the rod of thirty?

crooked? The anchor is only sixteen years old when he gets married, right? I crossed it or you crossed it!

Wei Miyue: "...Listen to my explanation."

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