Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

Jiang Qingyan: "Are you asleep?"

Fang Yi's first reaction was to answer: asleep.

No, wouldn't this way of chatting kill the sky?

It's rare that the beauty remembers her, and it's rare and rare that the beauty actually sends a chat message on her own initiative.

Fang Yi stopped typing.

Then answer: I haven't slept yet.

——Is it a bit too dry?

People ask you: "Are you asleep?"

It's three words with a punctuation mark.He replied: "I haven't slept yet." It's also three words with a punctuation.

It can't show that she attaches great importance to this news and is willing to reply... that kind of mood! !

Fang Yi's finger, which was about to type, stopped again.

I was so nervous that I kept the beer by my side, and with a "boom" sound, the beer can fell to the ground, "gurgling." Bubbling, it stained the entire floor, a large wet area.

Fang Yi didn't care about that much, and she was still thinking about it - what kind of reply would be decent, and would show that she took it very seriously, and also not be so deliberate?

Minutes passed by.

Nothing happened in the middle of the night, if you see the news, you will recover immediately, if you don't see the news, it will be the default "sleep."

Fang Yi's throat moved, Jiang Qingyan couldn't let Jiang Qingyan think that she was really asleep, so she had to reply something first.

She moved her fingers slightly and replied:

— still not asleep;

--About to sleep;

--And you?

——Why don't you sleep?

A short sentence of four lines, I can't afford to think about it, I regret it after I sent it out, why such a questioning tone?

I thought you were excited to send a message to someone, and they replied: Eat too much salt and feel bored?

How are you feeling?

Fang Yi was annoyed, she sat upright, wondering if she should say something to ease the atmosphere?

Jiang Qingyan's message has already arrived: "Come out and chat before you sleep."

"Okay, what are we talking about? Voice or phone?"

"Talk face to face." Jiang Qingyan replied concisely.

Fang Yi's heart dropped, what is face-to-face chat?

Do you mean video?

She quickly scanned the room. Although the night was dark and windy and the lights were dim, the background was indeed a bit shabby. At first glance, it wasn't Fang's villa, or even any high-end apartment she was used to living in.

If Jiang Qingyan asks a question, it's hard to answer.

Although it is said that you can sit on the bed, the background at the head of the bed is always the same, and you can deal with it no matter how bad you are covered with a quilt.

But what if Jiang Qingyan wants her to show her surroundings?You can't refuse, right?

"Why... face to face?" Fang Yi was full of thoughts for a while, and suddenly felt unreal.

There was a light knock on the door, and Fang Yi felt his scalp tingling. Who will knock on the door in the middle of the night?

The palm of the hand holding the phone was already sweating slightly, and the beating sound of the heart became extremely violent, and every sound of "dong dong dong" echoed the knocking at the door.

Fang Yi is sitting on the long platform behind the door. With her house type, the kitchen is just outside the door, and there is a small ventilation window. She can actually see what's going on just by poking her head.

However, Fang Yi did not dare.

She's not the suspicious, timid kind of person.

But she was afraid of the one behind the door, it was her.

The knock on the door came again rhythmically.

Fang Yi was on the spot, even the sound of breathing was deliberately hidden.

The vibration of the mobile phone is particularly exaggerated in the quiet night.Fang Yi hurriedly opened the phone to send a message: "I know you are here, open the door."

It's Jiang Qingyan.

The one at the door is also—

Fang Yi swallowed hard, her throat tightened.

She wouldn't be so afraid if Sadako was at the door.

But it happened that the door was the person she missed the most, and the person she was most afraid of seeing.

How did she know she was here?Did she install a surveillance camera at the door?

She knew something was wrong with today's dinner, why would she invite her to dinner for no reason?

She simply kept a distance from her on purpose, and suddenly said that she was inviting her to dinner?Saying thank you, where is the real thank you, it is clearly a cliché...

The third knock on the door came from behind Fang Yi.

Fang Yi closed her eyes, only feeling the smell of alcohol rising, let her die of drunkenness, and face her calmly after passing out.

"Fang Yi, open the door, don't pretend to be dead." This time it was the voice, Jiang Qingyan's clear voice, through the small window, directly penetrated Fang Yi's eardrum.

Fang Yi sighed, she was really good at predicting things, and her arrows were never in vain.

Fang Yi jumped down from the long platform, the floor was wet and slippery, and the overturned beer can wet the surrounding area.

Fang Yi's guilty conscience made her legs weak, her feet slipped, and she fell to the ground with her butt squatting on her back, and let out an embarrassing "Ouch".

The person at the door was still waiting, Fang Yi got up quickly with her waist supported, and opened the door bravely.

——I bumped into the long platform leg, my waist really hurts!

In the cold night, in the unreal moonlight, Jiang Qingyan stood at the door with a secretive expression on her face.

She looked at Fang Yi holding her back to block the door, and raised her eyebrows: "Should I go in, or should you come out?"

Fang Yi avoids her eyes in embarrassment, and makes way for Jiang Qingyan to enter this small, poor, dilapidated apartment.

The door was still in a mess, with four or five cans of beer scattered and one overturned.

Jiang Qingyan didn't change her face, she was even only wearing home slippers.

She knew she was here a long time ago, and she expected that she would be able to come in.

Fang Yin mumbled, closed the door, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

Jiang Qingyan swept across the room, it was empty but not tidy, that's right, in a place like Yangchun Lane, the cleaning staff would definitely attract attention if they came here frequently.

What's more, living so close, it's almost impossible to get out of the house.

Jiang Qingyan was suddenly a little angry, did she really think she was a fool?

"The car wasn't really towed, was it?"

Fang Yi licked her lips, a little embarrassed: "Yes."

"What does 'en' mean? Towed? Or not?"

"No. I rented a parking space, over there by the back door."

"Oh, that's right, you just lied to me casually?" Jiang Qingyan casually put Fang Yi on the line.

"No." Fang Yi pointed to the sky and swore, "I didn't intend to lie to you, I..."

Jiang Qingyan just looked at her fixedly, looked directly into her eyes, and waited for her next words.

"I am, I am afraid that you will drive me away." Fang Yi lowered her head and looked at her toes. She stood on the ground with bare feet. It was her own home, but she was very restrained.

Like a child who did something wrong and was punished by the teacher.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the beer cans scattered on the ground, and opened the refrigerator. She knew Fang Yi's habits, she didn't need anything in the refrigerator, but there must be wine.

Sure enough, dozens of beers and bottles of whiskey and champagne.

Jiang Qingyan pointed to the glass next to the sink: "Pour me a glass of wine, whiskey with ice."

Fang Yi said, "What wine do you drink at night?"

The corner of Jiang Qingyan's mouth curved into a charming arc, and her expression became vivid: "If you don't drink at night, when will you drink?"

For some reason, her tone of voice today is very charming, with the unique fragrance of alcohol.

Fang Yi shook her hands, wondering if the alcohol in the air affected her judgment.

She poured Jiang Qingyan a glass of wine as she said, adding ice to her favorite whiskey, a whole round piece of ice, as if the whiskey was the decoration.

Jiang Qingyan raised her head, drank the wine in one gulp, and then continued to pass the cup to Fang Yi.

--not enough.

Fang Yi continued to fill her up.

They were standing at the entrance porch.This place was originally designed as a kitchen, just like the one Jiang Qingyan rented.

Fang Yi doesn't fire, so there is nothing here except for a long table that serves as an entry point.

The long table can also be used as a bar.On the contrary, it has become an excellent place for drinking.Two people, one table, a toast to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people.

The moonlight is really hazy, strange, obviously, the houses in Yangchun Lane are cramped, and the moonlight can't get in at all.

But in Fang Yi's eyes, the moonlight tonight is charming. The last time there was such a charming moonlight was five years ago in the middle of the mountain.

They climbed over the wall and entered the empty house.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the villa, the moon is also so charming, illuminating the hearts of two young meng lang, beating so fiercely, embracing so unscrupulously, and venting so fiercely.

Jiang Qingyan pulled Fang Yi's collar, and in this position, bit Fang Yi's trembling throat, and made a red mark on her neck.

How could Fang Yi be so teased, she swept away the obstacles on the long platform, picked her up with Jiang Qingyan's back leaning on the long platform, and put her on the long platform.

Jiang Qingyan took advantage of the situation and found the most comfortable position for herself. She leaned up slightly, stretched her neck back, and let out a long breath of relief.

Even the breath carries the fragrance of alcohol.

Fang Yi looked at her long neck, which was so white, so slender, and so unscrupulously swallowing the air in the hazy moonlight.

Fang Yi couldn't help it, and bit Jiang Qingyan's neck, wishing to bite off her trachea, let her suffocate, let her drown, let her enjoy the joy and pain of death...

The whiskey bottle, taken out of the refrigerator, lay alone on the edge of the sink.

The water vapor in the air, pre-cooled, gradually condenses into water droplets, which adhere to the body of the wine bottle, and then gather drop by drop, little by little, to form a puddle of water, which condenses into a spring outside the bottle, trickling.

Jiang Qingyan felt extremely comfortable.But he was also breathed unevenly by the rhythm of the violent wind and waves.

It has been a long time since this body has enjoyed such supreme pleasure.

Sure enough, people still need to have some life, food and sex, there must be some, otherwise, it will be too boring.

Jiang Qingyan stuck her hands into Fang Yi's hair, and felt that the other party's scalp was sweating profusely, and her well-trimmed short hair was all stuck to her scalp, and she didn't care about her own image.

Jiang Qingyan smiled softly: "Didn't you hurt your waist, can you do it?"

It was obvious that the other party was already working very hard, and the rhythm was well controlled. It was obvious that Jiang Qingyan couldn't stand it anymore, but she still wanted to tease her.

This kind of indecent, courting death, questioning the other party at this juncture is simply terrible.

Fang Yi was still worried about her physical condition, so she held back her strength, but now her eyes darkened...

Then Jiang Qingyan felt that she was completely dragged into the undercurrent of the sea by a tornado. Her fingernails ran across the surface of the table, leaving faint scratches on the table.

Then, forever, never to be reborn...

After a while, Jiang Qingyan's breathing gradually calmed down. Fang Yi had enough revenge, and she straightened up. She licked her lips, which were very sweet and fragrant, and then leaned forward, wanting to kiss Jiang Qingyan's lips and share the sweetness with her.

And Jiang Qingyan just sideways, avoiding this sweet kiss...

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Zhizhi: (rubbing sleepy eyes) Ah Ping, is my mother going to work overtime again?

Jiang Dongping: Yes.Zhi Zhi slept for a while, it was only six o'clock.

Zhizhi: Are you going to school today?