Cousin fierce

Fan Tongtong was cognitively incompetent and thick-skinned, so he was able to rely on Shu Jie without getting hurt, and it was also due to the fat all over his body at that time.

Ever since I was a child, I didn't feel much about the beauty of Shu Jie's face. When I looked carefully, I was amazed that besides the thorns, the roses blooming beside me also had such beautiful flowers.

After a long period of isolation, the previous feelings have been diluted. Looking at such a woman from a new perspective, there is an unprecedented exclamation.

Fascinated by Shu Jie's smile, Fan Tongtong became dizzy. It was still the middle of May, but the sun was as fierce as in July. This dizziness felt like heatstroke.

Must be heatstroke.Fan Tongtong looked up at the huge sun above his head, thinking.

When I went home with a reusable shopping bag, as soon as I opened the door, the invisible flame illuminated by the sunlight outside instantly extinguished.

Shu Jie turned on the switch of the electric fan, and the electric fan above her head began to swing quickly, gusts of cold wind hit, the water vapor on the skin chuīgān, when it evaporated, it took away the heat, and felt a chill.

"It's so hot." Fan Tongtong ran to the kitchen, grabbed a cup and filled it with water.

Shu Jie went up, saved her own glass from her mouth, put the glass that was given to her by reluctance to give her up, and said, "What's yours is yours, what's mine is mine."

"It's easy to care about." Fan Tongtong complained.

Shu Jie nodded, expressing her agreement with her words, and sipped the tea Fan Tongtong brought.

"When do you start work?"

"I don't know." Fan Tongtong's scalp started to itch as he thought about it, and he scratched his scalp hard.

But Shu Jie couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed her hand, saving her from pulling blood out of her hair before she remembered the matter.

"I'll look for it." Fan Tongtong ran into the living room in a hurry.

Shu Jie leaned against the door of the kitchen exit, holding a teacup, wanting to see where she wrote it down.

Fan Tongtong ran to the place where the landline was placed at the other end of the living room, squatted down, pressed his face against the wall, wondering what he was looking for?

Wordless scripture?Shu Jie thought suspiciously.

Fan Tongtong moved his head against the wall, and finally stopped at a certain place, scratched his finger on it, finally turned his head, and said clearly: "It's May NO.17 for an internship."

"No. 17 in May?"

"Well, NO.17 in May." Fan Tongtong nodded.

"That's tomorrow."

"..." Fan Tongtong didn't expect to hear this result, and looked for the phone, looking at the time on the top, only to find that today is No. 16.

"What did you write on my wall?" Shu Jie didn't have much interest in when she would go to work. Instead, it was her behavior that made Shu Jie feel puzzled. She walked to the wall and squatted down like Fan Tongtong before watching Clear the words written in pencil line by line on the wall.

Bank password, home phone number, elder brother's mobile phone number, Shu Jie's birthday...the lines are irregularly distributed, with different font sizes, and the same is twisted and twisted. It can be guessed that Fan Tongtong has such a habit of making phone calls without any hassle. Just put the important things on the wall. After only a few days, a few words of graffiti have been written on the wall. After another year, two years, ten years, and a hundred years, will there be any white space in this place?

Fan Tongtong was still scratching his head, Shu Jie looked at her coldly, stabbing Fan Tongtong with blood holes all over his body.

"I'm afraid I'll forget it." Fan Tongtong said sincerely.

Shu Jie continued to stare at her with that murderous gaze.

Fan Tongtong squatted on the ground, looking downcast.

Shu Jie said, "Don't write on the wall next time."

Fan Tongtong nodded vigorously.

A moment after Shu Jie left, the phone rang. Fan Tongtong answered the phone and said, "Director, it's me. I see. It's eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Okay. I'll be there on time. I won't be late! Thank you! "

Shu Jie watched as she casually picked up the pencil next to the phone, clamped the microphone with her profile, and wrote on the wall.

After putting down the phone, Fan Tongtong woke up and showed an innocent expression at Shu Jie.

"Forget it, you can toss about as much as you like." Shu Jie compromised.

Just once, never again, Shu Jie swore inwardly.

A state of stillness and invariability is like a complete egg. Shu Jie has kept her egg intact for many years. A compromise is to make a hole in it. As long as there is a hole, Fan Tongtong is a fly. It will be nailed down forever.

So, don't give in easily.

Otherwise, it will be defeated.

Chapter 9

9.

Now Fan Tongtong knows where to go to sleep, and also knows that Shu Jie's bed will not be his own. At night, he hugs the quilt obediently and lies on the carpet. Fan Tongtong sat up suddenly, his movements were fierce, as if a gust of wind had blown by.

Shu Jie was startled by her, and looked at her dumbfounded.

Fan Tongtong turned to Shu Jie and said, "Call me at seven o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Shu Jie took the pillow out from under her head, hit Fan Tongtong's head as if it was a hammer, and said impatiently, "Got it. You've said it three times."

"That's it, oh, I'm asleep, good night." Fan Tongtong went to the ground and disappeared from Shu Jie's bed horizon.

Shu Jie sighed, and when she stretched out her hand to the desk lamp next to her, that head popped out again.Shu Jie took the pillow and slammed it hard.Fan Tongtong hugged her little head and dodged everywhere, saying, "I think 06:30 would be better!"