Milk Dog Ba Zong and Women's Clothes Juju

, "My dad said you work overtime... Ms. Shen, is that how you work overtime?"

Shen Yan didn't expect Yanyu to be bumped into by her son, and she was a little at a loss for a while, her eyes dodged: "I..."

"Mr. Fu boiled brown sugar ginger tea for you in the middle of the night, and he was worried that your aunt would have dysmenorrhea. Just now, he told me that breakfast is 'your mother's favorite red dates, red beans, glutinous rice porridge and steamed buns'...he treats you wholeheartedly. Well, that's how you repay him?"

Xiao Xianrou looked at Shen Jingbing and then Shen Yan with a confused face, and asked, "Sister, who is he? He must be crazy."

Shen Yan: "You are the crazy one! He is my son's crazy... Shen Jingbing!"

"..." Xiao Xianrou blinked, "Son? Wouldn't that count as my son if rounded up? Son, call Dad and listen."

Shen Jingbing punched him in the face, making him stagger.Xiao Xianrou is good-looking, and he has been pampered and hugged since he was a child. He has never been wronged like this in his life. He was stunned and wanted to fight him desperately. When fighting, he was very unconventional. It was Shen Jingbing who was very skilled, and he scratched his chin twice, causing his skin to bleed.

"Enough! Stop fighting!"

It took Shen Yan a lot of effort to separate them.

With a bruised nose and swollen face, Xiao Xianrou squatted on the ground and cried heart-rendingly. Shen Jingbing took a few breaths, and looked at Ms. Shen with a complicated expression: "I won't tell Dad for the time being...you should think about it."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Blind date... He still has a blind date!

Shen Jingbing took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and wanted to call her blind date to cancel the noon appointment, but she knocked it somewhere during the fight just now, the screen of the mobile phone was shattered, and it couldn't be turned on at all.

Hey!

Shen Jingbing felt that the injury on her chin was throbbing and hurting, as if she had a kick in her heart, she was so irritable that she wanted to kill every minute!

He didn't dare to drive, he took a long stride out of the villa area to catch a car, went home, took a shower and changed his clothes, only then did he feel his brain that had been evaporated by the anger come back a little bit.

11:30am.

Shen Jingbing took out the SIM card from the phone and stuffed it into the spare phone. However, he saved yesterday's phone number in the phone, and it has been wiped out with the end of life of the phone... He was "calling Ms. Shen for contact information" and " Going on a blind date" hesitated for a moment, and decisively chose the latter.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, Shen Jingbing drove another car in the garage, and came to the appointment restaurant with a stinking face and two obvious scars on his chin.

The waiter asked, "How many?"

"Find someone."

Shen Jingbing stood at the door of the restaurant, squinting his eyes and looking around. The man's face in the photo had long been blurred in his memory. He couldn't recognize which one was which, so he had to pick a conspicuous place and stand there, waiting for the other party to claim it.

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a man walked in.

The man was wearing a hurdle vest with beach shorts. His skin was tanned, and his exposed muscles were tight and smooth without being exaggerated, with a pleasing sense of strength.

Shen Jingbing couldn't help but take a second look.

He is shaved close to his scalp, revealing his perfectly shaped beauties and an inconspicuous old scar. His nose is straight, his eyelashes are long and thick, and his eyebrows and eyes are slightly delicate, which happens to be The one he likes the most... Fuck, why does the more he looks at it, the more familiar it looks?

Shen Jingbing couldn't help narrowing her eyes, revealing a brilliant smirk: "Qin Zeming? What a coincidence."

☆, embarrassing blind date

In the southern Xinjiang plateau in summer, the sky is blue without a cloud, and the sun is shining brightly on the earth, with strong ultraviolet rays.

Tong Zhen, Lu Yunting, and Lao Zhao drove a small broken pickup truck and pulled a cart of books, bumping and bumping on the winding mountain road.

"Fuck, I'm exhausted!" After moving the books, Lao Zhao was sweating and gasping for breath, using his hands as a fan in vain while unpacking the kraft paper, "Let me see what you bought for the children." What books... "One Hundred Elementary School Compositions", "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Sun Tzu's Art of War for Children", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Moon Car", "Learn to Love Yourself", "A Concise Reader of the Basic National Policy of Gender Equality" , "Children's Sex Education...Enlightenment...Picture...book..." The more Lao Zhao read, the more hesitant he became: "Fuck, is there such a book? Can you show it to children?"

"of course."

Tong Zhen gulped down a bottle of mineral water and stroked her hair.

The harsh ultraviolet rays quickly tanned his fair skin to a wheat-colored color, and his slightly long hair was already drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands, and he had to stroke it manually almost every few minutes.

"Let's go, the next one is twenty miles away, and there will be another one between dark."

"it is good."

They bumped on the winding mountain road for five or six days, and their skeletons were almost torn apart. They finally delivered books to more than [-] Hope Primary Schools in the mountainous area, and gave a few free lessons to the children. The theme was—— ideal.

Although the word "ideal" has gradually become the object of people's ridicule, what a good thing it is. It is like a ray of light in the endless night, even if it is bruised all over by life, even if it is due to some setbacks. It was so shocking that I completely lost the courage to live, and I was able to walk slowly forward following that beam of light.

Until it is daylight.

If... Maybe it won't be a dead end.

A week later, they returned to the densely populated town to bid farewell to Lao Zhao.

Tong Zhen was covered with prickly heat by her too long hair, and she was so uncomfortable that she was dying. The first thing she did was to find a barber shop on the side of the road and shave a round inch.

The world finally cleared up.

Lu Yunting saw him coming out of the barber shop on the corner, wearing camouflage pants and a black vest, with a small round shaved close to his scalp, dark complexion and white teeth, he couldn't help laughing: "I seem to see you back then .”

Tong Zhen couldn't help but smile slightly.

He also thought of the youthful years when they fought together and fought side by side.

It rained heavily that night.

The two of them were eating barbecue at the food stall outside. The rain came too fast. Before they even reached the hotel, it started to rain heavily. It hit the whole world with rain.

Lu Yunting glanced at him worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Tong Zhen's face was covered with rain, and his face was pale. The next morning, he was still depressed. It was obvious that he had another nightmare.Lu Yunting knew his knot, sighed secretly, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you to relax."

Lu Yunting took him to the beach to sunbathe for two days. Tong Zhen's already tanned skin became two shades darker. He took a bath in the hotel bathroom at night and looked in the mirror. The whole portrait was painted with light brown paint. Only the buttocks are white all over the body.

Dazzlingly white.

Miserable.

The second day after returning from southern Xinjiang, Tong Zhen received a call from his old classmate Wei Liao asking him out for dinner.

He was in the same class as Wei Liao Primary School and had been classmates for six years, but their relationship was not very good, and was even very bad at one point.

When he first entered elementary school, Wei Liao was the king of the kids, and Tong Zhen was the one who was isolated by the whole class.

Boys developed late. At that time, Tong Zhen was small, with black and soft hair, fairer and more beautiful than girls, and his voice was softer and softer than ordinary boys. He was chased by a group of children who didn't know anything. Called a sissy and a fake girl, and suffered exclusion and ridicule.

Wei Liao was the one who took the lead.

Every time Tong Zhen went to the bathroom between classes, Wei Liao would call a group of boys to watch, whistle and make noise, saying why do you pee standing up, shouldn't you be squatting?

For a long time afterwards, Tong Zhen dared not drink a sip of water when she went to school, for fear of going to the toilet.

It wasn't until the sixth grade that Tong Zhen, who suddenly began to grow taller, pinned Wei Liao on the ground and beat him hard, until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he spat out a bloody back molar in embarrassment.

……

Tong Zhen really had no interest in meeting this childhood shadow, so he refused twice, but the other party's attitude was very firm, saying that he was on a business trip after a long time, and refused to even come out for a meal, which was too disrespectful to him.There are a bunch of female students in the class waiting for his contact information... I don't know who can invite him?

Although Tong Zhen hated being threatened, he had stopped wasting too much emotion on such childish little tricks these years, and he only replied with one word - yes.

Eating is not eating people.

However, he never expected that his ex-boyfriend, whom he hadn't seen in eight years, would meet again unexpectedly in a restaurant after less than half a month.

...is indeed a bit of a coincidence.

What's more, he seems to have bumped into the scene of his ex-boyfriend's blind date.

Hearing Shen Jingbing say "such a coincidence", Tong Zhen's left lip corner hooked habitually, revealing a polite and indifferent smile, before he could speak, the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and a man walked in.

The man is more than 1.8 meters tall and has a strong body. His facial features are not good-looking, but he has sharp edges and corners. He looks very manly. He looked around the restaurant for a week, and finally settled on Shen Jingbing, and then walked straight towards him: "Mr. Shen Right? Hello, I'm Zhang Jian, a teacher from the X Physical Education Institute."

This strange and magical opening speech, this quiet yet romantic atmosphere of a western restaurant.

If you can't see that this is a blind date, you are a fool.

The corner of Shen Jingbing's mouth twitched, and she forced a polite smile: "Hello."

In the front right stood the ex-boyfriend who had been separated for eight years, and in the front left stood the blind date whom he had never met. Even Shen Jingbing, an unscrupulous businessman with long sleeves, good at dancing, and a face thicker than a city wall, felt a subtle embarrassment.

What was even more embarrassing was that Tong Zhen rolled his eyes on his chin, with a subtle smile in his eyes, and nodded to them: "Then I won't bother you."

Then I won't bother you.

Obviously they are the more familiar... People.

Shen Jingbing stared at Tong Zhen's back without nostalgia for leaving by mistake, an inexplicable anxiety and strange emotion welled up in his chest, and he said "wait a minute" to his lips, but he was firmly suppressed Going back, the pressure made his expression a little hideous.

Zhang Jian glanced at him strangely, then at Tong Zhen: "Friend?"

"Well," Shen Jingbing looked away, with a professional and friendly smile on his face instantly, "My former friend, we had a little... misunderstanding. Let's go and eat. The filet mignon in this restaurant is very authentic. Waiter, Two!"

"Yo," at this moment, a man's voice with a slack smile said, "Isn't this Mr. Shen?"

The owner of the voice came from a man in his early thirties. He was not short, but he was much shorter than his actual height because of his loose steps and loose stance. His shirt was only buttoned twice, and his cuffs were rolled up tightly. Casually, one side is long and the other is short, a pair of peach blossom eyes seem to be half-open, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is frivolous.

This is really a narrow road for enemies.

Shen Jing smiled coldly: "Mr. Wei."

Mr. Wei's name is Wei Liao, and he is Shaodong of Fallen Angel, a well-known women's clothing brand in China. Although he has no direct business conflict with the Jiaohong Group, which is mainly engaged in underwear, he is a strong rival of several famous women's clothing brands under the Shen Group.

Wei Liao has no sense of morality, and is best at playing dirty tricks behind his back. Several times, even Ms. Shen almost fell for his tricks.

Naturally, Shen Jingbing didn't have a good impression of him, and was about to leave after a faint greeting, but Wei Liao squinted his eyes and scanned around lazily, as if he didn't see the person he was looking for, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to make a call .

The next second, Tong Zhen's cell phone rang not far ahead.

"..."

Wei Liao opened his eyes wide, looking at the unrestrained black-skinned burly man in big underpants and a hurdling vest. Glancing at Tong Zhen who turned around while holding the phone, he felt a strong sense of unreality as if he was dreaming: "Xiao... Xiaozhen?"

Tong Zhen hangs up the phone quickly, nods to him expressionlessly, and points to the waiter leading the way: "This way."

The western restaurant at noon is almost full.They underestimated the popularity of the restaurant, and they didn't make a reservation in advance. The only two small dining tables left in the entire restaurant were placed side by side in front of the sunny window, and the tabletops were scorched hot.

Thus, the two groups of people who parted ways at the entrance of the restaurant met again awkwardly in the restaurant.

The waiter closed the blinds for them with a smile, and opened the chairs for them obsequiously.

These two tables are just located in the southwest corner of the whole restaurant, and the place is very narrow. Two big men almost sit shoulder to shoulder. It is said that there are two tables, but it is no different from eating at one table. There is no atmosphere or privacy at all. Word.

Seeing their uneasy faces, the waiter smiled apologetically, "Sorry, we only have these two tables left."

Wei Liao frowned: "Change?"

"No need," Tong Zhen pulled out the chair and sat down, "It's just a meal." Why are there so many details.

Wei Liao had no choice but to sit down reluctantly.

As for the other "couple", Zhang Jian didn't pay much attention to it. If Shen Jingbing hadn't recommended this restaurant, he might have directly suggested going to a food stall to eat skewers. Liao sat eating together, and he felt a particularly uncomfortable feeling in his heart, which was similar to the feeling of seeing the toad/toad/toad and swan eating together. In terms of scheming, I'm afraid he really isn't Wei Liao's opponent.

So he suppressed the discomfort and sat down.

The waiter handed over the menu, but Shen Jingbing didn't take it, and asked Zhang Jian, "How mature?"

"Seventy percent."

"Two filet mignon, seven well done, tuna potato salad, apple pie with almond cream, and a bottle of Merlot."

"Okay, how about you two?"

Wei Liao flipped through the menu: "Two black pepper steaks..."

Shen Jingbing: "He doesn't eat pepper."

Wei Liao: "..."

Tong Zhen couldn't help but glanced at Shen Jingbing, unexpectedly he still remembered his taste.

"That's the same as them. I'll also order two filet mignon steaks, and tiramisu for dessert." Wei Liao asked Tong Zhen with his expression unchanged, "Do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink."

Wei Liao snapped the menu shut: "Two glasses of mango juice."

Shen Jingbing glanced at him and said lightly: "He is allergic to mangoes."

Wei Liao: "..."

No matter how deep the city was, his expression couldn't hold back anymore, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, he took a deep breath, and glanced at Shen Jingbing: "Two glasses of orange juice."

An embarrassing meal.

Wei Liao smiled bluntly, Shen Jingbing didn't seem to feel any embarrassment at all, and had a one-sided chat with Zhang Jian with a smile all the way, from international news to the history of underwear development.

"Men pay too much attention to underwear... especially women's underwear," Wei Liaopi said with a half-smile, "it's either a mental problem or a pervert. My gentleman, I advise you to understand clearly before making a decision, and don't let the clothes be fooled. .”

Zhang Jian: "..."

"Oh, is that so?" Shen Jingbing smiled half-smile, "Looking at Mr. Wei dressed so decently, could it be..." His eyes slid down thoughtfully: "Hanging empty crotch?"

Wei Liao's face completely darkened.

The atmosphere at the table was even more weird. Even Zhang Jian, who had always been careless, lost his appetite. Only Tong Zhen was not affected at all. He lowered his head and carefully cut the steak on the plate. It was as if the food in front of him was his whole world.

It's still the same as before, he cherishes food very much, and after so many years, he hasn't even changed much in appearance.

Shen Jingbing couldn't help but look at Tong Zhen more, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Tong Zhen finished eating the steak and dessert in a slow manner, and slowly drank the juice down to the last drop, then beckoned to the waiter: "Pay the bill."

"I'll come," Wei Liao stopped, and took out the black card from his wallet: "It's agreed, I'll treat you."

"Your Mr. Shan Chen has already bought it," the waiter said with a smile, "I wish you a pleasant meal."

"..."

For a rich second generation who grew up held in the palm of his hand, Shen Jingbing's move was tantamount to slapping him in the face. He gave Shen Jingbing a hard look when he came back from the bathroom, and said to Tong Zhen: "We Walk!"

Although Tong Zhen didn't want to go with Wei Liao, she also didn't want to stay and stare at her ex-boyfriend, so she hesitated for a moment, thanked Shen Jingbing politely and rudely, and left with Wei Liao first.

Shen Jingbing: "..."

As for being so polite with him?

Shen Jingbing smiled angrily, gritted her teeth and stared at Tong Zhen's back until she couldn't see her, then smiled and said to Zhang Jian: "Where do you live? I'll see you off."

"Don't worry about me." Although Zhang Jianren is careless, it doesn't mean he is stupid, and bystanders can clearly see the obsession and obsession in Shen Jingbing's eyes after a meal, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and catch up, you won’t be able to catch up if you’re too late.”

If you are too late, you will not be able to catch up.

It has been eight years, how many times in the midnight dream, Tong Zhen left with his back to him without looking back, he rushed to chase, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, he couldn't run no matter how he ran, he could only watch helplessly. Watching his back getting farther and farther away, until he disappeared.

Hearing Zhang Jian's words, Shen Jingbing shuddered suddenly and woke up suddenly.

No matter how much repressed pain and complaints he has in his heart, no matter how much he wants to grab Tong Zhen by the collar and ask him - why?Why did you leave him back then?Where did he go wrong?

Then we have to chase the person back first.

If we let him go this time, we don't know when we will meet again.

"Thank you brother," Shen Jingbing smiled gratefully, took out a business card from her wallet and handed it over, "I'm sorry for today, if you need help with anything in the future, please come to me."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly chased him out.

As soon as he left the restaurant, he saw Wei Liao lying on the ground holding his arms at the entrance of the parking lot not far away, grinning his teeth, while Tong Zhen stood aside and said lightly: "Sorry, reflex... I don't like people touching me .”

I don't like people touching me.

other people.

Shen Jingbing's heart, which was blocked by depression, suddenly became enlightened, and even the sky seemed a little blue. He walked over quickly, stretched out his hand to pull Wei Liao up from the ground with a smile, and said hypocritically: "Why does Mr. Wei walk so awkwardly?" Be careful? Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"

☆、Bring your ex-boyfriend home

"Thank you, Mr. Shen," Wei Liao shook off his hand, and smiled ambiguously, "I'm doing fine, so I won't bother Mr. Shen."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door of a BMW next to him and drove away.

When the car passed by Shen Jingbing, Wei Liao rolled down the window and glanced at him, then gave him a sneer with unknown meaning.

Shen Jingbing didn't pay attention to him at all, and showed Tong Zhen a courteous yet generous smile: "Shall I take you home?"

"No need," Tong Zhen said flatly, "I came by car... Hiss!"

As soon as he lifted his foot, he felt a pinprick-like pain in his ankle.

What the hell!

Just now, Wei Liao suddenly reached out to hug him, and he kicked him two meters away with a conditioned reflex - just using that poor right foot that was injured on top of the injury.

Let alone driving now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to walk. If there is no one to help, he may have to hop home on one foot.

Tong Zhen: "..."

He has basically never been injured since he retired, but he was injured twice when he met his ex-boyfriend twice. Even an atheist like him who grew up under the influence of a materialistic worldview couldn't help but start to doubt—he might be the same as his ex-boyfriend. The boyfriend is really at odds with each other.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this god-like coincidence.

Shen Jing's icy eyes fell on his ankle, and she couldn't help frowning: "Are you twisting your ankle?"

He felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar. After a while, he remembered the horrible encounter half a month ago, and his face froze for a moment.

Fortunately, the brown ankle in front of him was far from the white scar he had seen before, so it would not cause any chain reaction, so his complexion quickly returned to normal, and he naturally started to help Tong Zhen's waist: "Let's go, I'll see you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Tong Zhen say ruthlessly: "Don't f*ck move your hands! If you don't want to be beaten, just take your hands away!"

Shen Jingbing managed to touch his waist, which he had dreamed of for eight years, through the thin fabric with his fingers, he felt his familiar thin and powerful waist, and felt like his fingertips were electrified, and a stream of crackling sparks exploded. , so that the corners of his long and narrow eyes couldn't help but bend down.

Where are you willing to leave for a while?

If he could hug for a while longer, he would be happy even if he was beaten into a pig's head.

Thinking of this, Shen Jingbing not only did not take away his salty pig's claws, but stuck them tighter, her restless middle finger "inadvertently" lifted the hem of his sexy hurdling vest, and gently rubbed against his waist.

Tong Zhen gave him an elbow backhand.

Although it didn't take a lot of strength, it still caused Shen Jingbing's chest to hurt sharply, and she gasped.

"You hit me," Shen Jingbing was so painful that a layer of physiological tears floated in his eyes, but in an instant he learned to pretend to be pitiful without a teacher, and the corners of his long and narrow eyes drooped down, like an innocent puppy Yan, 1.9 meters tall, but shrouded in a weak, pitiful and helpless aura, "Mingming, you not only dumped me mercilessly, but also beat me. Boom."

Tong Zhen: "..."

How tall are you!

The ex-boyfriend wasn't like this before, so when did he break his brain?

Tong Zhen was numb from his coquetry, and wanted to beat someone very much.But after the fist was thrown out, thinking that the ex-boyfriend was hit by an elbow just now, he was full of tears, and the punch would not be crying loudly and sitting on the ground calling for mother, so I couldn't help but soften my heart.

As soon as he hit Shen Jingbing's chest muscles with his fist that had only a little strength left, Shen Jingbing embraced him.

……

People cannot be soft-hearted.

If you are soft-hearted, big things will definitely happen.

Tong Zhen felt his head "buzz" again, and the world was spinning for a while, and a strong sense of dizziness similar to weightlessness swept over him, which made him unable to hold on, and he fell into Shen Jingbing's arms.

This is so fucking fucked up!

Shen Jingbing was suddenly delighted.

Even when their relationship was the best before, her boyfriend was always cold and never gave him a hug, but this time not only did he take the initiative to give him a hug, but he also grabbed the clothes behind his back tightly Tight.

It's like a little wife who is reluctant to leave her husband.

Shen Jingbing was so happy that he couldn't help stretching his eyebrows and eyes, but he didn't wait for his smile to fully bloom, wow - the paste mixed with seven-ripe filet mignon, tiramisu and fresh orange juice was infected with gastric juice The unique taste, the juice dripped all over him.

Tong Zhen couldn't even bear it this time, the surname Shen asked for it, why should he be polite?

After vomiting, the symptoms of dizziness eased a little, but his body still had no strength, and he lay on Shen Jingbing's body with his eyes closed and gasped for air.

"What's wrong? Is your stomach upset?" Shen Jingbing has been single for many years, not only has her picky problems become more and more serious, she has also developed mild cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, but this time she didn't dislike her at all. Picking up the man, he strode towards his car, "Hey, hold on for a while, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Tong Zhen was in a cold sweat: "I won't go."

"no!"

Tong Zhen didn't speak, turned over and was about to get off him.

Although he looks thin, his body is full of muscles, which are dense and not light in weight. Coupled with the physical fitness he has cultivated in his military career for many years, even if he just vomited once, Shen Jingbing has been exercising for ten years. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I had to give in: "Okay, okay, if you don't go, you won't go."

Shen Jingbing took him back to her high-rise apartment, and called Tan Wei, Ms. Shen's personal doctor, to come over to have a look.

Tan Wei prescribed several warming and nourishing dietary prescriptions for nourishing the stomach, and did a simple treatment for his injured ankle: "Take this medicine twice a day, and try to avoid stress within half a month... It is best not to do strenuous exercise in the future. He I have an old ankle injury, and if I sprain it, I may not be so lucky."

"Okay, got it."

Shen Jingbing politely sent Dr. Tan out, came back and leaned against the door frame of the master bedroom, and watched the person who was once very close lying on his big bed, resting on his eiderdown pillow, eyes closed, Eyelashes as long as crow feathers fell down, casting a large shadow on his eyelids, which faded away from the usual indifference and sharpness, showing an indescribable softness and tranquility.

Shen Jingbing felt that her heart softened suddenly, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable desire to protect.

Humming almost happily, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, picked up his vomit-stained suit and shirt, and was about to throw them into the trash can, but he brought them back again, and by some coincidence, he touched his nose Smell the bottom.

Of course, the taste is not good, but it is not very annoying.

After thinking about it, he didn't take it for dry cleaning. Instead, he soaked it in laundry detergent for the first time, rubbed it with his hands, and carefully dried it on the balcony after cleaning it.

After all this was done, Shen Jingbing took Dr. Tan's ghost-like prescription, went downstairs to the pharmacy to grab the medicine, went to the supermarket to buy ingredients, passed by the fruit shop, couldn't help but stop, went in and bought two catties of orange and yellow cute Tangerines, carrying them back home.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of rushing water. Tong Zhen was taking a shower in the bathroom. The frosted glass outlined the slim figure of his ex-boyfriend. An indescribably scorching snow-white trace firmly caught Shen Jingbing's sight.

Was his original complexion so white?

Shen Jingbing felt her throat dry for a while, followed by a sudden tightness in a certain part, and the mixed smell of sweat and hormones on his body in memory made the blood rush.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Tong Zhen came out wrapped in a bath towel, and seeing a certain part of Shen Jingbing's spirit, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Shen Jingbing pretended nothing happened, covered it with the clothes in her arms naturally, smiled and took out a golden flat round object from the shopping bag: "Do you want to eat oranges?"

☆、Large poisonous tongue scene

A change of clothes has long been prepared in the bedroom, a pure cotton T-shirt with laundry detergent and sunshine scent, loose-fitting beach pants, and flip-flops.

Although the clothes are a little bigger, they are cool to wear in summer.

——Shen Jingbing was afraid that his stomach would get cold, so he didn't even dare to turn on the air conditioner.

Tong Zhen wiped her hair with a towel, limped to the living room, sat on the sofa and peeled oranges to eat. Shen Jingbing was busy in the kitchen, and she didn't know what she was doing.

After more than an hour, a large pile of steaming bowls and jars of various shapes filled the coffee table.

Ginger jujube and longan soup, sheep medlar glutinous dates porridge for warming the stomach, yam lily jujube porridge, beef stew with mushrooms and goji berries... the sweet smell of meat comes to the nostrils.

Tong Zhen didn't eat anything in the morning, and she was fed Shen Jingbing's suit for lunch. At this moment, she was already so hungry that her heart was on her back, and she couldn't help moving her index finger when she smelled the fragrance.

He was not pretentious, took the chopsticks and spoon from Shen Jingbing and drank it. He drank a large bowl in one go and ate a lot of beef and mutton. Only then did he feel comfortable in his stomach. Sweat, every pore on the whole body seems to be stretched.

Tong Zhen sighed comfortably, leaned on the sofa, and glanced at Shen Jingbing.

The man is tall and has long legs, straight nose, narrow eyes, sharp features, and handsome. At the moment, he is looking at him with a slight smile. There is a shining smile in his narrow eyes, which is even more amazing: "Is it delicious?" ?”

Such a pleasing snail girl, if not for...

"Not bad." Thinking of this, Tong Zhen's eyes dimmed instantly, his expression took on his usual indifference and alienation, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a polite smile, "Thank you for your dinner." My wallet: "Take the clothes as gifts for me, anyway, you don't lack these...I'm leaving. Goodbye. No, I'd better never see you again."

Tong Zhen glanced at his chin: "After all, we have been separated for many years. If there is nothing to do, it is best to avoid suspicion."

"..." Shen Jingbing touched her chin in a breakdown, "No, you misunderstood..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tong Zhen interrupted him: "This is your private matter, you don't need to explain it to me."

Shen Jingbing: "..."

The worst part was that he suddenly didn't know how to explain it.

Could it be that I was scratched because of a fight with my mother's little lover?

"However, as an ex-boyfriend, I still want to remind you one more thing." Tong Zhen took two steps, then turned around, "A person may have many relationships in his life, but it's best to end one and talk about another. Two boats, half-hearted, eating what is in the bowl and looking at what is in the pot, maybe you will be the one who gets hurt in the end.”

Shen Jingbing was about to die unjustly: "..." I'm not me without you, don't talk nonsense!

Tong Zhen turned and left.

The anti-theft door closed in front of him with a "bang". Shen Jingbing woke up like a dream, picked up her clothes and ran out: "Mingming, slow down! Be careful with your feet!" He ran to the door and realized that the medicine was not ready yet. He took it, and hurried back to the bedroom, took the medicine from the bedside table, and when he rushed out, the elevator door was already closed.

He didn't bother to wait for the elevator, turned around and rushed into the stairwell, taking three or four steps in one step, one step in two or three steps, and finally caught up with Tong Zhen, who was handicapped at the gate of the community.

Shen Jingbing was out of breath: "Where do you live? I'll take you back."

"No, I'll just take a taxi."

"Twice a day, remember to wipe," Shen Jingbing handed him the medicine in her hand, and looked at his ankle worriedly, "Your feet..."

Tong Zhen nodded coldly and indifferently: "Thank you for your kindness. But that's my business and has nothing to do with you."

Shen Jingbing: "..."

Although the ex-boyfriend has always had such a cold personality, when they were together in the past, even if Shen Jingbing was always talking nonsense or talking about love, Tong Zhen mostly listened to him in silence, but occasionally smiled Nod.

Obviously a muscular and stubbled rough guy, he looks tough, but he has a gentle smile.

Where is it like now, a single sentence can choke him half to death.

The backs are full of rejection and alienation.

"Wait a moment."

"Anything else?"

"Leave a contact information, WeChat is also fine."

"No need."

"Do you... work locally? What do you do?"

Tong Zhen really didn't want to have anything to do with his ex-boyfriend anymore, so he hesitated for a moment: "No."

But Shen Jingbing has already got the correct answer from his body language - yes.

He is local.

Shen Jingbing was suddenly happy, and couldn't help but bend down her handsome long and narrow eyes, but then she couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought of Tong Zhen's indifferent attitude with no room for change.

Although he knew that it was not a good time to get to the bottom of it, that sentence had been lingering in his mind for eight full years, and his internal organs were about to be burned to ashes. His Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, but he still couldn't help it like an idiot Question: "Back then...why did you break up with me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're fine," Tong Zhen lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes separated her ex-boyfriend's scorching gaze, but her tone couldn't hear any fluctuations or ups and downs, "I said it earlier, I don't love you anymore."

"why?"

"Love is not a medicine. It has a clear shelf life... It feels like it's gone, so why not?" Tong Zhen raised one corner of his lips and smiled coldly, "Mr. Shen, you are over 30 too." Now, it's not a three-year-old child, so don't ask such a naive question in the future, right?"

Shen Jingbing: "..."

He didn't believe it.

But even so, Shen Jingbing still felt that his heart was pierced with a bunch of ice holes, it didn't hurt, it was cold, from the inside out, it was cold.

Tong Zhen stopped a taxi. He stood there and opened his mouth, but he didn't stop him again. He just stared at his back until the taxi merged into the evening traffic and disappeared completely.

"Hey," Shen Jingbing called a friend from the Household Registration Department, "Can you help me find a person... Qin Zeming. Ze is the name of the common people, and the inscription is inscribed. Yes."

It's not that he didn't think about investigating in the past, it's just that there are more than one billion people in the country. If you want to find someone, it's tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. With Shen Jingbing's connections and rights, it is impossible to do.

But now it is much easier to confirm that the other person is in City X.

Ms. Shen called: "Doctor Tan said you brought someone home, is it Xiao Zhang? How did you talk? How did he sprain his foot?"

"No, it's not good, it's none of your business!" Shen Jingbing only felt an evil fire in her heart, "You should take care of yourself first. As a son, I advise you to step on two boats , Half-hearted, eating what is in the bowl and looking at what is in the pot, in the end, you may be the one who gets hurt!"

He yelled these two sentences almost subconsciously, and only realized after he finished yelling. Isn't this what his ex-boyfriend said to him just now?

Shen Jingbing suddenly became disheartened, and hung up the phone after saying "Mom, take care of yourself".

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, he dragged his feet back home, without turning on the light, he drank half a bowl of soup from Tong Zhen's used bowl, threw himself on the bed, and fell asleep.

The familiar smell of the ex-boyfriend still remained on the sheets, the faint male hormones mixed with the smell of sweat, and the faint scent of orange-flavored laundry detergent.

The ex-boyfriend doesn't like to eat fruit, but he only has a soft spot for oranges.

He said it was his grandmother's smell.

Shen Jingbing closed her eyes and took a deep breath, slowly falling asleep in the familiar breath.

He dreamed that Tong Zhen sneered and said, "I don't love you anymore."

"Why? What do you think?" Tong Zhen had a sharp smile on the corner of his mouth, with a naked/naked/naked sarcasm, "The technology is so poor, it's not as good as a dark magic wand!"

Shen Jingbing woke up suddenly.

It was a dark night all around, with faint lights coming in from the windows.

He clutched his chest and panted violently, remembering that a long time ago, his mother was wearing high heels, a red dress, and flaming red lips. The much younger mother was beautiful and aggressive, and hugged him with tears in his arms: " Son, you are still young, you don't understand...your father..."

The woman sighed: "Your father is not as durable as a dark magic wand."

Later, when Shen Jingbing grew up, when his peers started to have a good impression of girls, he was calm, indifferent, and even wanted to sneer.

He has absolutely no interest in the life of a dark magic wand.

What is a life a little better than a dark magic wand?He thought for a long time, maybe two dark magic wands.

So Shen Jingbing hastily became a homosexual.

As for the selection criteria?

It's the opposite of Ms. Shen.

Ms. Shen has big breasts, fair skin, slender waist, and long hair fluttering. He found a retired special soldier with flat chest, dark skin, short hair shaved close to the scalp, and full of muscles and strength.

First love is always beautiful, but also sloppy.

Hasty to the point where he even top and bo