don't be alone anymore

*like*

……

After waking up this morning, Wen Yang strictly set himself up as a mobile carrier.

After waking up from the bed, it was a horror to not touch the mask on the face.

He took a quick look at the window of the hotel room, but fortunately the window was still half open.

There was the sound of washing in the bathroom, Wen Yang quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom.

She stared at Jian Muzi beside the sink and said anxiously,

"You don't have a cold, do you?"

Jian Muzi was not infected by Wen Yang, but Wen Yang was trembling all day long.

No one can secretly take off the disposable mask on her face again!

I don't think about it!

……

At the end of the stage of the wedding banquet, the bouquet is thrown.

The bride Xiao Huang invited a group of single friends to the stage to participate in the event.

The newcomers were already shouting with the microphone on the stage, so Wen Yang naturally couldn't save his old friend's face.

Wen Yang's name was called twice, she had no choice but to smile, curled her lips at Jian Muzi, and walked onto the stage unnaturally.

Jian Muzi could see the embarrassment in Wen Yang's eyes, as well as the embarrassment in his expression.

After taking the stage, Wen Yang said a few words of blessing and then walked away from the center of the stage, for fear that the short-sighted bouquet would fall in front of him.

With her hands behind her back, a small expression of "has nothing to do with me" made the corners of Jian Muzi's lips twitch slightly in the audience.

Police officer Wen is always able to spread his cuteness inadvertently, which makes people irresistible.

But the bouquet is just a small thing with no eyes.

I haven't seen Wen Yang for a long time, the bride Xiao Huang specially found Wen Yang's place on the stage before throwing flowers.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Huang deliberately threw the bouquet in Wen Yang's direction.

That's how fate is sometimes.

The less you want something to happen, the more likely it will happen.

Murphy's Law.

On the stage stood a group of single men and women who were fighting for flowers, but the little things without eyes fell straight in front of Wen Yang as if they had eyes.

Don't give anyone else the chance to intercept in the air.

Wen Yang was too far away from the center of the stage, and there was no one 5 meters away.

In the hyped atmosphere of the host, Wen Yang had no choice but to pick up the bouquet at his feet and walk to the center of the stage.

She clearly saw Jian Muzi smiling.

After the other party laughed, she felt even more embarrassed.

Unavoidably, this hot potato made her unable to get off the stage with Jian Muzi for the rest of the time. The person who had an idea borrowed the host's microphone and said something "generous".

"Such a good wish, let everyone on the stage share it."

Then he opened the bouquet in his hand and gave it to the men and women on the stage.

Fortunately, the bride's bouquet was not small, more than twenty small flowers, enough for Wen Yang to "spend".

At the end, Wen Yang walked off the stage with the only remaining little red flower.

Rather than holding it, it is better to say it is clamping.

Only two fingers were used to hold a small red flower.

Police officer Wen, who calls himself a "single nobleman", avoids the things in his hands quite a bit, for fear that she can keep things that she can't avoid as souvenirs?

She can keep one flower, just thinking about the people in the audience.

She thought of Jian Muzi who was also single but did not vow to be a "single nobleman".

Occasionally, Wen Yang, who pursed his lips, was still thinking.

Maybe Jian Muzi has someone she is looking forward to, and it should be appropriate to give this flower to him.

The little red flower drifting in the wind, which was actually a pinkish little red flower, was stuffed into Jian Muzi's hand by Wen Yang.

Pretending to be calm, Wen Yang picked up the glass on the table to sip water, and stared at the stage obliquely in front of him with a serious look.

Wen Yang didn't see any movement from the people around him for a while, or maybe he was stared at by the other party for too long, Wen Yang turned his head, "emmm... I always feel that you also need happiness..."

Jian Muzi's eyes flickered slightly.

She originally thought that the arrogant police officer Wen would say something to run her down again...

In fact, after saying the words, Wen Yang felt that this was not his usual style.

She is clearly not a girl who takes this warm school.

It can be seen that Jian Muzi's slightly changed expression and the slightly raised corners of her lips, after all, she was not willing to say some duplicity to make up for face.

She raised an infinitely bright smile,

"Happiness, Jian Mumu~"

With such a smile, Jian Muzi warmed her eyes and softened her heart.

I believe that many years later, she will still remember someone's bright smile at the wedding.

That brilliance, that figure, that person, smiled into her eyes, into her heart...

It gave her emotional world a layer of splendor.

……

Based on the principle of not bothering the couple, Jian Muzi and Wen Yang set off for Beicheng shortly after the wedding banquet.

On the return highway, the people who counted the mountains couldn't hold on for long.

In the end, he still had a fever, and his illness was not completely cured. After tossing all morning, Wen Yang was obviously a little bit weak.

Even though she still wanted to insist on talking to Jian Muzi for a while...

As long as she thinks that the other party is driving alone while she falls asleep, she will feel lonely for Jian Muzi inexplicably.

But the forced eyelids did not allow her to continue to maintain a sober state.

The person who was talking to himself while looking at the scenery outside the window soon said that he was sleepy and fell asleep.

On the expressway, Jian Muzi didn't dare to be distracted to look at the person in the passenger seat.

When she arrived at the nearest rest stop, she stopped in the rest area and carefully covered Wen Yang with a blanket.

Wen Yang was not awakened at all, and was still in a deep sleep.

Jian Muzi leaned against the side of the car, lifted the bottle cap, and sipped the mineral water.

She looked at the only person in the car, her thoughts drifting away.

……

This trip to Changlong has two harvests.

She made sure of one thing.

A few years ago, the Beicheng university student who won the photography award, the student from the School of Communication of Shuimu University, was Wen Yang in the car.

During the feasting of the wedding banquet, Jian Muzi heard that the bride, Xiao Huang, graduated from Shuimu University's School of Communication, majoring in film and television photography and production.

The bride, Xiao Huang, is Wen Yang's college classmate.

Why did Wen Yang enter the police station?

Or, why did she graduate from Public Security University?

……

Another catch...

Jian Muzi looked back at the person in the passenger seat again.

Lu Ran, who made fun of her in the early years, really foresaw something right.

After all, she became a lucky person.

When I met someone who couldn't let go, I clearly felt like it.

Unknowingly, she fell in love with Wen Yang.

unavoidable.

Later, she realized this liking.

The most is still joy.

……

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, I moved half of this chapter to the next chapter.

Let us quietly feel Jian Mumu's love~hehe~

Speaking of which, two days ago, I played a game with cute readers on Weibo, and answered No.1 of the three questions correctly, and I will write a custom episode for it.

The first question is: who realizes liking first?

The answer will be revealed tonight~

So those little cuties who answered Yangyang earlier, you can quit now~

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