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Chapter Twenty Eight

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    Jiang Ying is used to falling asleep and waking up in Meng Jingshu's arms.  The two of them huddled under her little blanket, their limbs were entwined, and it was very hot.

    Stretching out her hand from under the quilt to turn off the alarm, she retracted and turned over and continued to lie on the bed, muttering: "Steal my quilt again"

    Originally, Jiang Ying's quilts were bought in small sizes for one person, but now at home a regular customer came to the bed, and she kindly bought him a big one.  He was fine, except that he covered her for a few hours at the beginning, and in the second half of the night, he fell asleep and touched her, and since then he has been brazen and dove into the magpie's nest.  The brand new big quilt was cold for the night, and only one corner was next to the small blanket, which had a trace of warmth.

    Just like plants have phototaxis, so do people, they will instinctively approach and pursue things that bring them a sense of comfort.  Meng Jingshu had discovered before that if she slept with her, she would sleep well.  Recently, I personally realized that the effect of sleeping in the arms is especially good.  Not too big or too small to hold just right, soft and warm.

    He can't describe that feeling in more detail, but it's probably the same reason as girls like to sleep with dolls in their arms.

    The plush doll who was the bed partner of the veteran retired because of this, and was piled up in the corner next to his pillow domineeringly by the latecomers, and then he moved to the other side of the bed by himself, and hugged others like dolls abruptly.

    Jiang Ying was uncomfortable at first.

    It's not that I've never tried to be intimate with the opposite sex, but it's never this intimate, hands and feet are overlapping, and I can't paralyze arbitrarily.  It was a good double bed, but he made it as crowded as a small bed in a dormitory.

    She struggled, pushed and kicked the ground.  When he was easy to talk, he turned over and set her free, but when he woke up the next day, he was wrapped around his hands and feet again, like a quilt without a soul.  When it was difficult for him to speakhe would consume her energy through intense exercise, and when she was too tired to move, she would just let him go.

    But this also has an advantage. The man's body temperature is high, and he is like a big heater. She doesn't need hot water bottles and electric blankets this winter. The cold feet are directly on his legs, warm.

    But even if you don't hate him, you still have to show dissatisfaction, and you must dislike him: "Don't you have a quilt yourself? Why do you want to grab someone else's?" She squinted her eyes and continued to hum, "I turned over, hand  I'm about to go out don't you think it's crowded?"

    In fact, she is very warm, even if her hands are exposed outside, she will not be cold.

    Sleeping well every night and feeling comfortable, Meng Jingshu laughed when she heard her talking, kissed her on the back of the neck, scratched her with beard stubble, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't squeeze, you are so comfortable."

    Jiang Ying groaned and flinched, then rolled out a little.

    Meng Jingshu brought her back and pressed the edge of the quilt tightly by the way.  He got up first, put on his clothes, and suddenly asked her: "Have you heard the sound of a panda?"

    "No, can pandas bark? How's it going?" Jiang Ying almost woke up, curiously asked by him, eyes wide open waiting for his answer.

    Meng Jingshu took a picture of her buttocks and went straight to the bathroom.

    "Hey," Jiang Ying thumped the bed, "Don't you be so appetizing!"

    He just laughed.

    How is it?

    Just like you did just now.

    Confusedly humming in a nasal voice, delicate and soft, making people feel that no amount of hugging or kissing is enough

    Jiang Ying got up and changed her clothes, and brushed her long hair, which was fluffy in sleep, Meng Jingshu came out of the bathroom refreshed.  He shaved his beard, and his chin, which was still blue just now, suddenly became smooth, and his bad temper was replaced by a bright and handsome.

    Handsome and dazzling.

    Jiang Ying's daze pleased the man. He came over a few steps, lowered his head, and touched her forehead.

    The smell of shaving water hits the head and covers the face, refreshing.

    She tightened her nose and said, "You smell like piggy concentrate now."

    Without another word, Meng Jingshu bent down and kissed her.

    After the kiss, half of Jiang Ying's face was clear and cool.

    He smiled and said, "You are now too, Panda Concentrate."

    "Hmph," Jiang Ying tilted his head, "So what is the panda's voice like?"

    "Check it out yourself." He ran his fingers through her hair and asked, "Today's mediation?"

    "Well, are you coming?"

    "Not going."

    "snort."

    In Meng Jingshu's parking space case, the coordinating parties finally decided to ask a judge for mediation today.

    However, Mr. Meng, the person involved, did not come. Only Jiang Ying, Assistant Liu, and other owners' representatives came to negotiate with the property owner.

    Jiang Ying secretly sighed in his heart, no wonder Meng Jing's book didn't come, as expected??Tianjing always felt that his vanity was frustrated, and he was always jealous.

    Jiang Ying sneered and threatened him: "You miss him so much, why don't you meet up later? When I think about it, it will definitely impress you more than hot coffee."

    Chen Tianjing took another step back when he heard the words, as if he wanted to persuade him with a first-level alert.  It just so happened that his phone vibrated, and he picked it up quickly, and then he put on a courteous and flattering face.  He spoke softly into the phone, glanced at Jiang Ying, and then walked quickly to the elevator to meet someone.

    Soon, Jiang Ying saw him lightly hugging a beautiful girl's shoulder, and they entered the restaurant together.  I can't recognize the face, but judging by the style, it should be the one Hu Ruochen saw in his circle of friends last time.

    Really unwilling to be lonely, seamless connection.

    Jiang Ying recalled why she was with him in the first place.  Probably because, whether it's real or pretending, he is always considerate to women.  They did have a good time, he was gentle in every way, giving her attention and care, and she had tasted the sweetness of love.  But after all, his nature is like this, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot.

    She was angry, cried, scolded, and then treated him as dead, and if he dared to cheat his body, she would go up and step on him.

    Sometimes I wonder if as people grow older, people's feelings towards things will gradually become rough like the skin, and all the scratches will no longer be as deep as when they were young.

    The vibration of the pocket interrupted Jiang Ying's thoughts. Someone sent her a message, the content was short and there were no punctuation marks.

    "How many floors".

    She twitched the corner of her mouth and replied: "4".  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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