Yan Yihang's car followed Mengshi's car all the way to the gate of her community. In fact, he didn't need to follow to know which community Mengshi lived in, which building, and how much it was.
But for some reason, ever since I saw Mengshi in the elevator this afternoon, the figure of Mengshi popped up in my mind from time to time.
At this time, Yan Yihang's cell phone rang, and it was a message from Mengshi: ¡¾I'm here, thank you for 'escorting' me back all the way. Go back and be safe on the road. Also, this time it's really Happy New Years. ¡¿
Yan Yihang was startled, then saw that the time on the phone had just jumped to [0:00], lowered his eyes and smiled.
He quickly edited the message and clicked to send: [Happy New Year].
Seeing the message sent back by Yan Yihang, Mengshi sighed, then threw Zhou Shixian on the bed, closed the door and left the bedroom.
When she took out her phone again, Mengshi habitually clicked on the qqapp. When she saw that the last chat words on the screen stayed on her sentence [Wish you well, wish me peace], she realized that Xingyu had left again.
Now that the chat page is open, do you want to send him a happy new year?
Can you send him a happy new year?
It seems that there is no reason or identity to send such a message.
After some hesitation, Mengshi still put down her phone, but the emptiness in her heart began to erode her little by little.
At this moment, the phone vibrated and turned on.
When Meng Shi saw it, it was a message from Liu Miaohan: [Teacher, did you get home safely? Happy New Year. ¡¿
¡¾Happy New Year, how about you? ¡¿Mengshi curled up on the sofa, with sharp knife marks hidden in her eyes.
[I'm also home, and I'm removing my makeup now, and I'll apply a hydrating mask later. ¡¿Liu Miaohan replied, and then quickly added another sentence, ¡¾Although the teacher's wife doesn't wear makeup, the air in the banquet hall of the annual meeting is not ventilated. ¡¿
Meng Shi slightly hooked her lips: [Are you making fun of my yellow-faced woman? ¡¿
¡¾How can it be? ¡¿
¡¾Then you want me to turn yellow-faced? ¡¿At the same time Mengshi replied, she sent an additional emoticon pack (the kind that can't be coaxed when she's angry).
Originally Liu Miaohan was startled, but seeing the emoji that followed, the corners of her lips raised contemptuously while she relaxed. [No way, the teacher's wife can tell jokes all the time. ¡¿
Meng Shi didn't even snort coldly: [Actually, I'm a yellow-faced woman. Otherwise, Shi Xian wouldn't eat your tender grass without hesitation. ¡¿
Liu Miaohan looked at the words on the screen and was so frightened that her hands trembled that she almost didn't hold the phone steady.
She quickly quit the WeChat app, and even had the urge to turn it off.
But in the end, he bit his lips tightly and replied: [It is said that the teacher's wife is good at joking, how can you make a joke about this kind of thing. ¡¿
[Am I joking? Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, I know, Zhou Shixian also knows. ¡¿ Mengshi replied quickly.
Liu Miaohan was silent again. She originally thought that Meng Shi was like the little white rabbit described by Zhou Shixian, who was brainless and blindly kind, so she took the initiative to add Meng Shi. The silly, white and sweet look felt inexplicably refreshing.
But now
It was only now that Liu Miaohan realized later that it was Mengshi who took the initiative to find her in the hotel bathroom!
Damn it! She was put on by her silly and sweet look!
Liu Miaohan gritted her silver teeth, and replied stiffly: [I have no objection to my teacher's suspicion, but this shit can't be pinned on me like this! ¡¿(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com