comb up not to marry

Miao Ning was very busy throughout August, and at the beginning of September, she finally had a two-day break. Miao Ning remembered that she hadn't seen Ye Huaijin for a long time. Suddenly, her heart moved and she made a video call. However, Ye Huaijin could only While turning on the mobile phone, he leaned over his desk to prepare the lesson plans.

"Boring..." Miaoning said.

Ye Huaijin responded lightly.

Miao Ning was lying on the bed, fingering Ye Huaijin's hair through the screen, she muttered, "Excuse me, is this the beauty studio?"

Ye Huaijin slightly raised his eyes.

Miao Ning showed a nympho expression, "Oh, this anchor has a really good figure, fair skin and long legs. Ye Huaijin, I'll give you a yacht or something, will you dance for me?"

Ye Huaijin,...

Ye Huaijin picked up the textbook in his hand, "You don't need a yacht, if you are in a hurry, how about I give you a set of test papers for free?"

Miao Ning said excitedly, "Is it the kind of test paper that tests how much I love you? You still need to test me? I'm sure I will get a good score."

Ye Huaijin's writing hand stopped suddenly.

Miao Ning raised her eyebrows, "Why don't I show you a live dance?"

While talking, Miao Ning put the phone on the table, stood far away, and began to imitate the female anchor in her memory, twisting and twisting, shaking and shaking, and throwing seductive winks from time to time.

Ye Huaijin's eyes darkened, Miao Ning raised her hands high above her head in the mobile phone, her tight T-shirt revealed a small white waist, her hot pants only reached her thighs, and her long straight legs straddled the stool , staring straight at her, Miao Ning bit her lips tightly together, then loosened her mouth and licked her up and down.

Miao Ning definitely did it on purpose...

"Ningning, don't make trouble. I have an open class tomorrow." Ye Huaijin took a deep breath secretly and picked up his pen to write again.

"Pretend to be you, you are obviously excited by me." Miao Ning was sweating, she sat on the stool, "Ye Huaijin, can you discuss with your ear next time, let her not be so 'honest'"

"No..." Ye Huaijin pretended to pull her hair up but actually covered her ears, but she didn't know that her cheeks had already turned a faint pink.

Too cute.

Miao Ning smiled unabated, "Alright Calmdown! It's a bit hot, I'll take a break to take a shower, you go to bed early, don't be too miserable."

Ye Huaijin breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, good night, Ningning."

The moment Miaoning pressed the hang up button, Miaoning heard Ye Huaijin's explanation, "I'm sorry, Ningning. I'm preparing to go to Qingling No. [-] Elementary School to participate in teaching activities."

Before Miao Ning could answer, the phone had already hung up, Miao Ning sent a WeChat message, [Got it, got it, the whole world knows that you want to see me. 】

Ye Huaijin glanced down at WeChat, and her ears burned uncontrollably again. Miao Ning has a mysterious attraction to her, just a word or a look can make her heart beat faster, making her hard to extricate herself from.

After sending the WeChat message, Miao Ning was scrolling through Weibo, when suddenly the WeChat message prompted, Miao Ning opened it and read, 【Get married on October [-]th. 】/

Jiang Yan.

Miaoning frowned slightly.

This girl...whom do you want to harm?

Then Jiang Yan sent an electronic invitation card over, soft music played, and then the two talented men and women in the photo slowly appeared, the groom Jiang Yan, and the bride Wen Yu.

Jiang Yan is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a short cut and short hair, and his whole person is particularly energetic.

This woman named Wen Yu, with white gauze trailing the floor, sharp eyes, flaming red lips, exudes a shrewd and capable temperament.

The two of them are close together, they look extremely beautiful, but they just... seem to be incompatible.

Jiang Yan, 【I'm serious, I won't run away from marriage, and you don't want to mess with my wedding either. 】

Miao Ning's temples twitched, 【You really think highly of yourself. 】

Jiang Yan, [I am a cute little genius, who knows. 】

Miao Ning,...

Miao Ning put down her phone, and the two people in the photo flashed in her mind, no matter how you look at Jiang Yan, she looks like... like a softie...

...

Brother Seven didn't come back until the second Friday in September.

Wang Nan turned the pen in his hand, and said sourly, "Hey, Seventh Brother, if Editor Xue doesn't remind you, you plan not to come back to work?"

Seventh brother rubbed the back of his head, he knew that last month the club was crazy busy, especially Wang Nan also took on part of his work.Seventh Brother smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, I will treat everyone to a barbecue after get off work in the evening, and I will serve you well. Thank you, especially my most respected and beloved Comrade Wang Nan."

Wang Nan stopped writing, and his face softened a little, "Seventh brother, have you finished writing the manuscript?"

"I haven't started writing yet." Seventh Brother replied.

Wang Nan became interested, "Seventh brother, are you really not in a hurry? Miao Ning submitted the first draft, and sister Da Qiao's draft is almost finalized, even the dateline's Mai Mai has been completed."

Seventh Brother snapped his fingers, "Don't worry, work slowly and carefully."

"I think you are a foreign worker."

Seventh brother choked up, talking nonsense.

In the evening, more than ten people from the newspaper office went to eat barbecue. Seventh brother toasted Wang Nan several times to make amends. Talk about everything.

During the dinner, boys and girls sat staggered. The boys chatted about digital games and basketball, and the girls chatted about makeup, clothes and Korean dramas.

Only Miao Ning stayed out of the matter, she sat in the corner and concentrated on watching the pork belly on the iron plate sizzling with oily bubbles.

Miaoning picked up the iron tongs and turned the pork belly over. After roasting for a while, when both sides were slightly rolled, Miaoning picked up the lettuce leaves to pick up the meat, dipped in some special sauce, put a little shredded green onion, and wrapped it flat to stuff it. Enter the mouth, chew carefully, and enjoy the blooming of taste.

It was so beautiful, Miao Ning picked up the beer in hand and took a big gulp, sighed inwardly, 'It's cool. '

Miao Ning wrapped another piece of barbecue in the same way, and stuffed it into her mouth contentedly.

Sensing someone's gaze, Miao Ning raised her eyes, and Da Qiao sat two seats away and looked at her thoughtfully.

Miao Ning wiped her mouth and whispered, "I'm really a little hungry."

"Eat more." Da Qiao picked up a few pieces of pork belly and put them on Miao Ning's plate, "I'll take you home later."

"Thank you, Miss Qiao."

It was already past ten o'clock after the group finished eating, and the male colleagues who drank had to take a taxi or find a substitute driver.

Miaoning waited on the side of the road while Da Qiao went to the parking lot to drive.

The autumn tiger has passed, and the summer in Qingling City is finally coming to an end.

"Get in the car, Miaoning." Da Qiao drove the car over and lowered the window.

"Yeah." Miao Ning got into the co-pilot, fastened her seat belt, and chatted, "Sister Qiao, you must have something to say to me."

Da Qiao was slightly surprised, "You know?"

Miao Ning blinked, "Who in our office can escape your eyes?"

Da Qiao smiled lightly, "It's nothing."

Da Qiao continued, "When I handed in the final draft this afternoon, I took a look at your manuscript by the way."

"Hmm..." Miao Ning responded.

"Well written, engaging and thought provoking."

Miao Ning smiled, "Sister Qiao, don't flatter me, I don't know how much I weigh myself."

"Miaoning..." Da Qiao gradually squeezed the steering wheel tightly, "You should know our theme this time, right?"

"Well, intangible cultural heritage, I proposed it."

"But... your 'oil-paper umbrella' can only be counted as a traditional handicraft, not an intangible cultural heritage." Da Qiao's voice was a little nervous, "Miaoning, listen to me, there is still time to revise the manuscript from scratch, I will help you you."

Miaoning was silent.

Da Qiao glanced at Miao Ning worriedly, Miao Ning lowered her head, feeling unknown.

Da Qiao parked the car in the emergency driveway, and said seriously, "Miao Ning, I have a friend who burns pottery...he knows many inheritors of intangible cultural heritage."

For a moment, Miao Ning shook her head. She rolled up her ears and hair, revealing a beautiful and stubborn face, "Thank you, Sister Qiao, but... I knew I was off topic." ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Shocked, Da Qiao was unbelievable, she frowned tightly, "Since you know, why do you still do this?"

"Don't worry, Miss Da Qiao."

Da Qiao eased the anxiety in his heart, "Miao Ning, you know the importance of the topic in October, and the position of the deputy editor-in-chief of the November Club will be finalized accordingly. Published works are directly linked."

"I know." Miao Ning smiled slightly.

Big Joe was puzzled.

Miao Ning opened the car window, and the evening breeze blew away the tension in the car, she said slowly, "I never wanted to be an associate editor in the first place, that position is not suitable for me."

"Your talent is obvious to all," Da Qiao said.

Miao Ning smiled, "That position can't be just based on talent, right? Compared to Sister Qiao, you care about everyone in the office, you are practical and willing to work, you are the most suitable for the position of deputy editor-in-chief."

In fact, everyone in the office has already acquiesced that Da Qiao is the 'Associate Editor'. Whenever he is uncertain about work, he will always ask her for advice. Da Qiao will never be stingy with inspiration and will come up with many good ideas.

Da Qiao didn't respond for a long time.

Miaoning said, "Didn't you just bring your parents to Qingling for the elderly?"

Da Qiao showed a little embarrassment on his face, "You let me?"

Miao Ning immediately waved her hands to deny, "You misunderstood! Absolutely not!"

Miao Ning paused, "Sister Qiao, I may return to Nancheng after a while..."

Da Qiao thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Is it because the person you like is in Nancheng?"

Thinking of Ye Huaijin, the corners of Miaoning's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Sister Qiao, would you believe me if I said that I was for the urban construction of New South City?"

Big Joe,……

Everyone has everyone's pursuit, as long as Miao Ning is not confused, she will be at ease.

Da Qiao restarted the car and drove into the traffic flow, "It's not impossible. I heard that a well-known winery will be located in Nancheng next year, and real estate developers are also focusing on Nancheng in recent years. The future prospects of Nancheng are so good, maybe One day I will work under your hand."

Miaoning twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Of course, I understand, none of these can compare to your undying affection." Da Qiao coughed dryly.

"Who said it wasn't."

Driving through intersections at night, from the noisy area of ​​the city to the secluded area of ​​the community, Da Qiao glanced up and down again at Miaoning, and sighed, "Miaoning, you have really changed."

"You've changed too, deputy editor-in-chief Qiao?" Miao Ning smiled sweetly.

"Ah...Miao Ning...you..." Da Qiao burst into a smile, but didn't know how to respond.

"Alright, goodbye, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qiao." Miao Ning got out of the car and waved her hand.

Da Qiao's eyes showed joy, "Goodbye."

Miao Ning got off the car and walked into the community, she ate a lot at night, her stomach was bloated, Miao Ning simply took a walk in the community to digest food.

The greening of the community is well done, Miaoning walked along the path, and when she reached the end of the path, she looked up at a small street lamp less than three meters high.

The light was weak, but many moths gathered in the halo, flapping their wings frantically to survive.

Miao Jing stood quietly.

What does this huge Qingling City mean to her?

For a while, she thought that she had integrated into this city, and she smirked at the household registration book with an address somewhere in Qingling every day and night.

In those days, whenever she had time, she went to the building materials market, bought the most exquisite lamps, bought the most environmentally friendly paint, and studied electrician and carpentry.

On the day when she moved into her new house contentedly, when she was sitting in a neatly arranged room, there was something called a sense of belonging that she couldn't find no matter how hard she looked.

Until Miaoning returned to Nancheng again, she began to understand that the sense of belonging is that someone ordered a bowl of noodles for you, someone left a lamp for you, and someone covered you with a quilt in the middle of the night.

After ten years, Qingling City exhausted her youth and still left her with nothing.

Miao Ning leaned against the street lamp, her lonely shadow fell at her feet.

She was tired, hurt, and wanted to leave.

I want to go back to that person's arms.

Miao Ning's phone vibrated, and Ye Huaijin sent a WeChat message, [Ning Ning, I have a chance to visit Qingling No. [-] Primary School. 】

Miao Ning typed excitedly, 【Congratulations to my wife~ I'm so lucky~ I'm sorry~】

Ye Huaijin smiled, 【For you, I don't feel lucky. 】