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Chapter Thirty

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    In the early winter morning, the sky was dim, and the brightness was unrealistically bright.

    ?The room with the blackout curtains drawn is even more wrapped in thick sleepiness, and it has nothing to do with it at dusk or at dawn.

    The alarm clock is the only tear.

    Jiang Ying whimpered and shrank deeper into the quilt.

    Someone turned off the annoying ringtone for her, and the world returned to tranquility.

    Confused again, Jiang Ying was half asleep and half awake. He felt something warm touch his face, and then heard voices from far and near.  The voice was low and she said it twice before she heard it clearly, it was right next to her ear.

    Meng Jingshu called her: "Jiang Ying, get up."

    She turned over, away from the heat around her ears, and muttered, "I'm so sleepy"

    Meng Jingshu said: "Go to bed early tonight."

    "Noyou say that every day"

    But every time he is the one who stays up late, why is he not sleepy?  He picked this to make up for that!

    She lost her temper: "It's all your fault, you go away! Go back to your own home, I don't want to sleep with you anymore!"

    After two seconds of silence, Meng Jingshu said lightly: "I heard that Jiangbin Restaurant has opened a morning tea stall. If you get up now, there will be time."

    "" Jiang Ying bounced up and beat the quilt with a mess of hair, "It's so cold! Hurry up! Give me your underwear! And thatsweater, go to my sweater."  Where is it!"

    Meng Jingshu pointed and hit, found the clothes she wanted and threw them to her one by one, watching her get dressed in a hurry and then rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

    He stared at her back and couldn't help but laugh.

    Why are you so cute?  Such a big person, but also as easy to coax as a child

    ?Every Friday, everyone at the workplace is thriving from the morning, and Meng Jingshu accepted the morning greetings from colleagues with a smile.

    Not long after arriving at the office, someone knocked on his door with "Mr. Wei".

    Wei Zhanfeng was sipping a cup of coffee in one hand, and put the other cup on Meng Jing's desk.

    "for you."

    Meng Jingshu stared at the jumping data on the computer screen, not looking at him: "Thank you. But I'm not sleepy, you keep it for yourself."

    Having hit a wall several times early in the morning, Wei Zhanfeng was upset and said forcefully, "Here you are, just drink!"

    Meng Jingshu raised his eyes and glanced at his face, then smiled lightly: "No one?"

    Wei Zhanfeng has recently been pursuing a favorite object.  That girl is an art curator, her vision is as high as her taste, she has no interest in Wei Zhanfeng, and he failed several times to show her courteousness.

    He himself is gloomy, but his brother is proud. Wei Zhanfeng has been sour towards Meng Jingshu recently, and at this time he was provoked, and his tone was particularly aggressive.

    "Yes, I didn't receive it. They don't want it, so I gave it to you, okay!"

    Meng Jingshu didn't think he was domineering or perverse, but he was never kind enough that anyone could yell at him.

    "I can't drink it," he said seemingly unintentionally, "The morning tea you recommended is very good."

    With a precise knife, it was inserted into Wei Zhanfeng's heart.

    "You, you went with the girl?!"

    "otherwise?"

    ?Wei Zhanfeng was almost ashamed.

    Too much, this guy is too much!

    The morning tea stall at Jiangbin Restaurant was learned by Wei Zhanfeng two days ago when he heard that his lover likes Cantonese cuisine.  At that time, he casually mentioned it to Meng Jingshu, but he didn't respond at all, as if he hadn't heard it.  As a result, when he turned around now, he took the girl to please others, and even used it to stab him.

    Brother shit!

    He reluctantly picked up the coffee, held a cup in each hand, and bowed left and right.  He wants to cheer up and work hard, only money is real, what kind of friendship and love are all fucking fake, fake!

    Frustrated in love, proud in shopping malls, Wei Zhanfeng can speak well, received a few phone calls, talked and laughed happily with people, and went out to make appointments after not sitting in the office for long.

    Wei Zhanfeng's idea has been planned and formed, and the company officially established the game department. In order to catch up with the approval time, the office is full of activity all day long, and Meng Jingshu walks back and forth between the software department and the game department.  Fortunately, they have already thought about this matter, and the framework has been set, so they will not be in a hurry.

    During the lunch break, Meng Jingshu went to the tea room to make tea. During the waiting time, he heard a few employees come back with takeaways, chatting while eating.

    "I finally don't have to work overtime tonight. Are you going to play ball? Sitting every day, I feel uncomfortable when I don't move around."

    "Okay, but I don't play well."

    "It's okay, justDon't worry, I've never seen such a woman.

    Really should let grandma read aloud to her the next time she burns incense, so that she can develop a conscience.

    After running ten kilometers on the treadmill as a warm-up, he put on a cold face and went to stretch the iron.  The equipment area was filled with ferocious groans of various male voices.  Meng Jingshu's muscles congested and swelled when he exerted force, and he stretched out his sports shorts into a firm shape. He was suffocated, his expression did not change, and it was impossible to make a sound.

    In fact, this is very strenuous, and I sweat more than others.  As soon as the clothes were wet, the shape of the body became more obvious, and the eyes of several passing ladies glowed.

    He noticed the eyes of the opposite sex, and after so many years, he was used to it.  But at this time, it gave birth to strong resentment - Jiang Ying also looked at his body in the same way.

    It was already like this the first night, when he took off his clothes, his eyes flashed with admiration like seeing a baby, it was a straightforward desire for the flesh.

    It's the same on weekdays, when we get together in private, we don't even look at him, but we love to touch his belly with our hands, and we talk to ourselves excitedly: "Chocolate, today is also eight pieces of chocolate"

    He was speechless, he could only inhale and tighten secretly, making the lines of his abdominal muscles deeper.

    Abs just know the abs.

    For the sake of abdominal muscles, he was not even allowed to drink milk tea.

    Bad woman

    After exercising, Meng Jingshu went to the bathroom to take a brief shower.  With a towel on his shoulders, his hair was still dripping with water, and he didn't wipe it off, so he went to open the cabinet to get his phone.

    There are a few new messages, but none of them are what he wants to see.

    Almost three hours, right?  Not a word.

    Seeing his bad tone, don't you know how to coax him?

    Just getting older, he is even more stupid than before.  When I was a child, I used to watch his face a lot.

    When he was in high school, he was caught climbing over the wall at noon, and his cell phone was confiscated by his grandfather. Knowing that he was in a bad mood, she didn't dare to talk in front of him for many days. Even when he bumped into him smoking occasionally, she just looked at him more aggrievedly.  .  She didn't go back to her old ways until he ranked in the top ten in the grade in the next exam and got his phone back with the family in a fair and honest manner.  Turning the corner to persuade him to quit smoking, throwing him a box of mints from time to time, muttering, "If you think your mouth is weak, eat candy. My dad and his colleagues all eat this to quit smoking."

    He picked it up, but thought in his heart, who wants to quit smoking like a middle-aged man?

    But sugar is delicious.

    How cute it was then.  Not like now.

    Meng Jingshu brushed his hair irritably a few times.  After replying to the message, his hair stopped dripping, and he took his things and went out.

    The gym is a place for modern people to forge their bodies, and it is also a place where hormones are released more than other occasions.  Whether it is intentional or not, it is not surprising to recruit a few peach blossoms.

    For example, this time, when he got out of the bathroom and was about to leave, he was stopped by the girl waiting at the door.

    "That" the girl smiled and said very easily, "You seem to have practiced for a long time, do you want to eat some salad or something together, or have a drink?"

    It can be seen that the girl is also a frequent visitor to the gym. She wears very figure-defining equipment, a simple ponytail, and her delicate makeup is intact. She is a beauty.

    Naturally, Meng Jingshu would not look rudely at the other party, it was just the general impression he got at a glance when he was called.  After hearing her finish speaking, he didn't rush to speak.

    After a moment of pause, the girl's psychological pressure suddenly increased under his emotionless gaze, thinking why it is so scary to strike up a conversation, or change her mind and ask for a contact information

    Then I heard him say: "Sorry, my wife urged me to go to the Children's Palace to pick up the kids from get out of class."

    The girl's expression froze, and when she realized it, she hurriedly said, "Excuse me"

    She thought to herself, with such a good looks, it's fine to get married at a young age Even the children have gone to interest classes in the Children's Palace Could it be nonsense to reject her?

    Forget it, anyway, it means there is no play, so she will leave.

    At this moment, a hearty but artificial male voice came: "Honey~ I'm here, have you been waiting for a long time?"

    Then came the sound of strides approaching, a palm rested on Meng Jingshu's shoulder, and flamboyantly rubbed his wet short hair.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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