Your Most Faithful Companion

Although he hinted that he could not be angry, he could still smile peacefully when encountering such things, even if the Buddha Maitreya was reincarnated with a smile on his body.

For a few seconds, Ji Mingshu still wanted to put the phone on Cen Sen's face so that he could see how his stunning ex-girlfriend Bailian was so bitchy.

But the only trace of reason told her that since Cen Sen said that she would never miss the past, she shouldn't anger him for no reason.

Maybe Li Wenyin would have trouble with Cen Sen if she was irritable, and deliberately used such a trick to divorce the relationship between their husband and wife. At the moment, she was waiting for her good show.

That's right, that's it.

Can't be counted, absolutely can't be counted!

But I'm so angry! ! ! !

Ji Mingshu picked up the pillow, sullen his head for a while, and then kicked Cen Sen humbly, put his legs down and sat upright, his whole body was stunned, and he jumped repeatedly on the edge of anger and questioning.

On weekdays, Ji Mingshu always goes straight to each other, but once Li Wenyin’s deadly opponent is involved, she is ashamed of the devil. There are always a lot of sorrows that cannot be said.

The elementary school outside hasn't reached the end of school time, but the small shops nearby have opened, and the small vendors are pushing their carts out one after another.

"Stop!" Ji Mingshu suddenly shouted, looking at the stall outside and said, "I'm hungry."

The driver was clever and immediately answered, "Madam, what do you want to eat? I'll go down and buy it."

Ji Mingshu: "No, I will go by myself."

After getting off the bus, Ji Mingshu walked straight to the deep-fried stall and ordered a chicken fillet.

Like the stationery store, the fried stall is a standard feature for off-campus life in all schools of Xiaozhong University. Except for the soaring price and the QR code affixed to the car, everything is familiar in memory.

The hawker moved numbly. He picked up some chicken fillets from the iron pan on the scale, and clamped more, then picked up two pieces from the small scale, shaken it gently, and threw it back to the iron pan.

His series of skillful and unobtrusive operations seemed to tell Ji Mingshu: Give up, my stall can't be paid for by beauty.

In fact, Ji Mingshu began to strictly control her diet since her second year of high school. She also loved eating junk food when she was a child. Sprite Coke, potato chips, fried barbecue, and fried barbecue are all her favorites.

When she was in junior high school, she also relied on her youth and good metabolism, so she went to eat supper with the little sisters every other day.

But in the summer vacation after the end of the first year of high school, the class organized the last gathering before the division. She ate a lot of heavy oil and spicy skewers mixed with beer. After returning home, her stomach hurts to death. The family doctor diagnosed acute gastroenteritis and spent three full days with water.

At that time, my aunt felt distressed while teaching, and my cousins ​​surrounded her and forced her to talk. She was so scared by these Tang monks that she had to raise four fingers and swear, "I will never eat junk food again. Otherwise, I will marry the ugly monsters in the future!"

The little cousin has sharp eyes again, and he has to press back a finger for her to repost.

Ji Mingshu was weak in heart, and sent it again weakly, and then he got a temporary cleansing. It's just that she is the only one left in the room, and she feels a bit too quiet again, and her stomach hurts more and more.

She curled up on the bed, rubbing her belly with tears in her eyes, remembering that the girls in the class said "Li Wenyin actually caught Cen Sen" and "Fate is really good" at the party, and she couldn't sleep even after tossing and turning.

In memory, that should be the hardest night in her life so far.

She didn't take the oath seriously when she swore, but after that night, she had a lingering shadow of gastroenteritis. When she saw junk food, she had lingering fears, and she actually fulfilled her promise and changed her mind to be a new person.

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The chicken fillet wrapped in breadcrumbs in the oil pan turned into golden oil flowers, Ji Mingshu returned his thoughts, and poked the glass cabinet again, "Add ham."

I don't know when, Cen Sen has already followed.

He glanced at Ji Mingshu, and did not see from the bottom of her eyes that she had any particularly strong desire for fried food.

Things were fried quickly, Ji Mingshu held the chicken fillet, and handed the ham sausage to Cen Sen, "Help me get it."

Cen Sen did not answer for a while.

She didn't know which of the tendons was wrong, she suddenly slapped the ham on his face, and then provocatively said: "Did you not get snacks for your girlfriend when you were studying?"

Cen Sen finally took the bamboo stick from her, thinking about it by the way, "No."

"..."

Ghosts believe.

Li Wenyin was reminiscing about a ghost.

Ji Ming walked towards a beef noodle shop in a sullen manner, but Cen Sen reminded him behind him, "The one in front tastes better."

"how do you know?"

Cen Sen's voice was flat, "I used to study here."

...?

Ji Mingshu was startled for two seconds, then turned to look at the primary school across the road.

——The Second Attached Elementary School of Star City Normal University.

The red paint on the school's name is a bit mottled, and like the old sentry booth, it seems that it has not been renovated for many years. The road inside the school is covered by luxuriant trees on both sides. The more you go in, the less real you can see, only the brick-red school building in the distance can be vaguely seen.

When Cen Sen used to study in Star City?

Somehow, a small street that originally seemed unremarkable suddenly showed the familiar taste of the old time, which made people inexplicably want to know more.

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Until he followed Cen Sen into the fan shop, Ji Mingshu was still looking around carefully. It was hard for her to imagine that Cen Sen, who was a little carrot head, lived here for a long time.

Cen Sen thought she was guilty of princess disease and could not accept such a simple environment, so she spread two tissues on the plastic stool. Na Chengxiang didn't see Ji Mingshu at all. After looking around, he pulled a small plastic stool and took a seat.

The boss looked up and down Cen Sen, his eyes seemed to say, "A big man is more important than this beautiful female doll." Cen Sen sat down without changing his face and ordered directly, "Two bowls of beef noodles, slightly spicy."

Ji Mingshu corrected: "I don't want beef, I want three fresh products."

"okay."

At this moment, the elementary school students had not finished school, and the boss quickly cooked the noodles for them in three to five minutes.

The boss is a sincere person, and the difference in treatment is very obvious. Cen Sen's bowl is considered a normal portion, but in Ji Mingshu's bowl, the three fresh ingredients on the three fresh noodles are piled up into a hill.

Regrettably, Ji Mingshu's little bird stomach is destined to live up to the boss's wish of not increasing the price. She has been controlling her diet for a long time, and she has become inertia physically and mentally. After a few chicken fillets are eaten, the calorie numbers are spinning in her mind.

She couldn't eat it at this moment, only stirring in the bowl with chopsticks one after another.

Xu felt that the atmosphere was too quiet. She stirred up and asked Cen Sen: "Did you often come to this restaurant to eat in elementary school?"

Cen Sen added some chili to the bowl, "I don't often go home to eat it."

When it comes to going home, Ji Mingshu can't help but think of Chen Biqing and An Ning. After seeing each other once, Cen Sen didn't seem to contact them anymore, did he plan to leave it alone?

Ji Mingshu held his cheeks as if to say casually, "I see Moments, Anning seems to have started school."

Cen Sen raised his eyes and glanced, not knowing how the brain circuits were turned, and suddenly asked: "Are you trying to ask Cen Yang if he has come back?"

"...?"

"I do not have."

Ji Mingshu denied it subconsciously, and he was still very confused.

The conscience of heaven and earth, she is tired like a dog every day, how can she have time to think about the fuzzy Cen Yang.

Cen Sen didn't know if he believed it or not, and he didn't answer anyway.

Ji Mingshu recovered from the dumbfoundedness, and felt that he suddenly changed his conversation and brought him to Cen Yang because he didn't want to talk about family issues, so he didn't force it anymore.

After all, this matter didn't have much to do with her. She also asked herself that she didn't have the ability to act as a conciliator to repair the chaotic family relationship between her plastic husband.

In the next second, she remembered something that had a big bearing on her.

Li Wenyin's interview is really true and sincere. I miss their love affair so much. How rare can it be just three months? Has she never seen a man? With such a cold and hard stinky stone, Li Wenyin's little white lotus was still holding it as a treasure!

It's okay not to think about it, she feels uncomfortable when she thinks about it, and crazily wants to be a demon.

Suddenly, she picked up the vinegar bottle and added a half bottle of vinegar to Cen Sen. She stared at his bowl and said piously: "I think it's better to add some vinegar."

Cen Sen had a meal with chopsticks and didn't say much, only changed the positions of the two bowls.

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When I got out of the fan shop, the sun was already going down. The pupils opposite were after school, either craned their necks to find their parents, or got on the school bus in a row.

Standing on the side of the road, Ji Mingshu suddenly resembled a pupil, dragging Cen Sen and refusing to move.

Cen Sen: "What?"

"My feet hurt, I can't walk."

With a warning, Ji Xiaoque began to behave.

Cen Sen glanced down, "Then I will ask the driver to drive over."

Ji Mingshu: "This is a one-way street, and the car has to make a big turn after turning around."

She doesn't even have a driver's license, but she knows traffic regulations.

Cen Sen ignored her and planned to call.

She stretched out her hand to cover the phone and said confidently: "Why do you like to trouble others so much."

"..."

Cen Sen glanced at her with a look of "everyone is qualified to say this, but you don't", quietly for a moment, and then asked: "Then what do you want, do you back?"

Ji Mingshu hugged his hands and looked around, deliberately making a calm gesture, and half-squinted, "When I was young, I couldn't walk, brother Cen Yang would carry me."

"..."

Cen Sen continued to check the driver's phone.

"...?"

What is his pooping attitude?

She wouldn't really want him to recite in front of a group of elementary school students, but somehow she would also express her gentleness and consideration as her husband. Didn't she recite Li Wenyin before? How can she carry her?

Ji Xiaoque thought about getting angry, thinking about getting angry, and said without hesitation: "I don't know when Brother Cen Yang will come back. Brother Cen Yang has been smart since he was a child, and he should have developed well abroad over the years. Speaking of which, I don't even think. I have seen a few good boys like him, and he is very kind, he fed the stray cats near the alley when he was young."

At the time when Ji Mingshu made up his mouth, the driver had been notified and drove over.

Cen Sen stepped forward to pull the car door, suddenly paused, looked back at Ji Mingshu, and said, "He has a lot of traditional Chinese virtues, but I don't have any."

Ji Mingshu: "......?"

Before she could react, the car door closed with a bang.

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